Break her to save her.

Supergirl kisses you feverishly, her arms reaching up to cling to you as she presses her open mouth to yours, her tongue dancing and begging for your attention. Even as you pin her down she is able to roll her hips, grinding against your knee, she moans with pleasure as it feels good and gasps with pain as you press her down.

"I love you," she whimpers before smashing you in in the head and rolling you over.

Once on top she tries to take flight again, but you spring to your feet and grasp her by the hair. The air shimmers as your flight powers strive to pull in different directions, Supergirl gasping and hissing as she tries to bear the strain your grip puts on her.

"No, no running," you tell her firmly before spanking her on the ass. She yelps and loses enough focus that you can overpower her flight and cast her back down to the mountain side.

As she sticks the landing you look down at her. The snow is starting to soak through her blouse and several buttons have popped and she casts aside her snow covered glasses. She breathes heavily, her stance is uncertain. She's being driven by guilt and fear and you can't help but recall her tearful plea of 'help me' before you tore away her costume and claimed her virginity.

"Don't worry," you say as you did back then. "I'll look after you."

"Thank you," she replies, smiling for the barest of moments as she wipes a tear from her eye.

Then she attacks you with everything she has. In your Aura Vision you can see the solar energy burning brightly inside her, every ounce of it being called upon to fight you at her strongest in this last stand. Her speed and power are such that you're **** to take her far more seriously than you would like to, calling upon a sliver of the harmony of the spheres to ensure you can outpace and deflect her attacks. You refuse to take her too serioulsy though, you can't risk seriously injuring her and you can't give her what she needs unless you clearly demonstrate your superiority. She needs you to stand in mastery over her to forgive her own weakness.

"Foolish girl," you speak deeply as you catch her wrist mid swing. You follow it up by slapping her face before backhanding her across her breasts. Her big, beautiful chest swings violently from the blow, ripping even more buttons from her blouse. "You're no hero, you're barely a school girl."

She tries to say something but you cut her off with a rough kiss, biting her lip and pressing your tongue into her mouth. She kisses you back even as she tries to push you away, Your free hand forces itself between her legs, her thighs clenching around you in a pathetic imitation of resistance as your fingers explore how hot and wet she is. You understand well the fantasies she's carried in her heart, the shame that part of her wants to suffer defeat and submission, to be striped and **** by a superior man. Here and now you will give her that fantasy.

At once you release her and Supergirl instinctively tries to attack you, diving in for a tackle. You dart around her and wrap and arm around her slender waist, digging your heels into the rock and bring her charge to a halt.

"Let me go!" Supergirl squeals, limbs flailing.

"This is all Supergirl amounts to," you scold her, and in one motion you grip her blouse and tear it from her body.

She gasps and then cries as you flip her skirt and spank her thong clad ass hard. The **** is such it stirs the wind and snow and makes the last daughter of krypton weep. You keep your darling super teen dangling awkwardly as you spank her upon the mountain side until even her hyper durable flesh turns red. When you at last drop her she lacks the focus to even catch herself, collapsing in the snow. Casually, you roll her over slapping her once more in the face before tearing her bra off and placing her glasses back upon her.

"This look suits you better," she reaches to you but you grasp her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. She strains so much that the ground beneath her cracks but she cannot move you. "The world doesn't need Supergirl, all it will miss is seeing a beautiful girl in a short skirt." You draw out the gold kryptonite, her panic increases as she bucks and cries beneath you. "But I need you Kara Zor-El. I need you by my side, I need you at my feet, I need you pregnant for the rest of your days."

She trembles and whines as your hand reaches out, the gold kryptonite nestled in your palm as you grasp her neck, squeezing enough to make her shiver as the gold kryptonite gets to work. Her body pulls in the golden radiation, and in your aura vision you can see it race through her system, turning the flare within dark as twinkling crystalised gold replaces it. Soon her body starts to shiver even more.

"Cold..." she chokes out. "So... so cold..."

You smile enveloping her in your aura as you protect her from the elements. Gently you kiss each other in a world that belongs only to the two of you. Kara sees what lurks in your eyes, smiles as she realises that her defeat isn't quite over yet.

"Please, don't hurt me," she says with barely a trace of sincerity before you proceed to give her the roughest fucking you can.