Break her and breed her.

You understand. You know what she needs. What she needs to be given, what she needs to have taken away. The slap you give her ass rattles the room even as you dampen the air burst with your aura. Supergirl cries out in pain and surprise, her head rising up, and staying up, as you grab a fistful of her silky, golden hair and pull.

“I’m going to cum, Kara,” you growl, driving deep and hard. No holding back now. “I’m going to cum and knock you up!”

She gasps at hearing that. She moans and her hips roll and she makes no attempt to move away.

“N-nnno.. I…ahhh…Ahhh!”

Her hands grip the edge of the bed, her hips shake, her pussy squeezes as you approach the brink. In your astral vision you can see solar energy pouring towards her womb, her body giving up power in exchange for fertility.

“I’m cumming inside Kara, I’m knocking you up!”

“Yeeessssssss!” She cries out, the words, the immediacy, taking her over the edge. It’s an intense and violent orgasm as she convulses in your grip, her hair straining like a leash in your hand.

You follow soon after, letting out a short roar as you explode inside her, flooding her womb with more of your seed. She clamps with an inhuman tightness upon you, desperately milking you. Kara Zor-El may not know much about sex, but her young body is full of powerful instincts. Your cock pumps and spasms for a long series of moments, Supergirl’s cry becoming a series of panting breaths.

Releasing her hair you let her drop to the bed as you pull out, the sensation causing her sensitive body to tremble. Rolling her over you lean over and kiss her. The sweat on your skin and the fluids on your cock feel ice cold separated from the heat of your young lover’s body.

“Do you… do you really… mean it?” Supergirl asks whenever the kisses break for air.

“I’m going to get you pregnant, Kara.” You rise up, spreading her legs again and she can see how you’re still so very, very hard. “I’m going to take you, and keep you!” You slowly slide inside her this time, she whimpers and trembles as she’s filled once again. “I’m going to give you my children again. And again. And again!” She’s helpless as you punctuate your words with deep, slow, thrusts.

“Ohh babies… I’ll… I’ll have babies!”

Tears well in Kara Zor-El’s eyes as she smiles. You keep your thrusts slow and strong, making it easier to kiss her and comfort her. You remember a talk with your Father once about domesticating animals. Everything from wild beasts to strays, how what they think is strength is just desperation, and how they will yield to pleasure and warmth. That in giving up their desperation, they will give up their independence, having linked the two together for so long. One of your older half-brothers asked if he was talking about real animals, or your mothers. As you begin to breed Supergirl… to breed Kara Zor-El, you understand now what your brother could see, the meaning behind your Father’s smile. You begin to apply his lessons to domesticate your lover.

You take her neck in your hand and squeeze, slowing the flow of blood to her brain. Sunlight may give her all the energy she needs for hours on end, but her blood still has to carry that energy. She panics for a moment, but you shush her gently and she relaxes. She gives you her trust. You pick up the pace again, limiting her blood flow, watching in your astral vision as neurons flare and dim in response, the pleasure centre of her mind shining brightly as all else begins to haze. Right before permanent damage can be done you release, the blood flows, you kiss her, fuck her, and then **** her again. When she cums it’s a smaller reaction on the outside, a pitiful cry as you hold her tight, but inside, through your astral vision, it’s a dance of lights like you’ve never seen before. She glows, and the parts of the brain you want to encourage dance with energy, the others dimming in obedience. When you cum you tell her what a good girl she is, stroking and fondling her body.

Kara is barely conscious as you flip her back onto her front, ready to fuck her like the little animal she is, or at least, that you’re turning her into.

“You won’t be Supergirl anymore,” you slap her ass, forcing some consciousness into her. “You won’t have the time, you won’t have the body, you won’t have the mind.”

Kara only moans in response, your words pushing her into a fresh climax. She looks up at you with begging eyes and smiles drunkenly as you understand and take a hold of her throat once more.

Eventually you come to rest. Kara is like a ragdoll in your arms, and you plant a loving kiss on her limp lips as you tuck her into your bed. You take one more look at her through your astral vision, smiling as you see her so full of your life essence. As you crawl into bed beside her, she makes a little mumbling noise and instinctively crawls towards you, clinging to your powerful frame with her little body.