Rip off what's left!

Releasing her face and chest you seize the back of her suit and pull. The fabric rips in your grip and you pull the remains down her arms and cast the scraps aside. How many villains have dreamed of doing this to Supergirl? Ripping her costume to pieces and getting at the hot teen girl within? And here you are, making her smile with glee as you do just that. You grab her sports bra where it sits above her chest and pull, stretching the material until it rends and snaps. Her skirt is next, your fingers forcing their way in around the tight waist band, squeezing up against her hips as you get a good grip.. With a single sharp pull the belt snaps and the skirt rips and you drop it to the floor.

Red knee high boots and a thong in your colours. That’s all that’s left.

“So… about this…” you place a hand on her crotch, pressing your fingers into the damp fabric to make her squirm as you walk her back across the room.

“Ah, well that you… you see… eeep!” she bumps into the bed and you give her a gentle push. It’s fascinating to watch someone who can fly and withstand tornadoes fall over from such a gentle shove. She bounces a little as she lands, splaying out on your bed. She goes to sit up but stops when you give her chest a gentle push, an order to stay that she obeys. “Well I’m um… kind of… your biggest fan…”

She has her hands over her red face as she admits it in a tiny voice. Her breathing is heavy and her body is shaking, you glimpse at her with your astral vision (you can see the glow in her womb, the path of an egg to meet your eager sperm), seeing the neural activity in her brain flash and flare, the twirling of her feelings. You can see it, her true shape, a pure hearted maiden, an innocent schoolgirl in love.

“You are so cute, and beautiful,” you tell her as you kiss your way down her body. “Sweet and loving.” You lift a leg, kissing along the soft skin of her inner thigh before gripping her boot and tearing it along the seams, discarding the useless leather before doing the same to the other boot. Only the thong is left. She’s only wearing your colours now. “I couldn’t ask for a better fan. Have I lived up to your expectations?” You loom over her as you ask, filling her vision.

“Yes! Yes!” she grasps at you, pulling herself up to kiss you. Her tongue laps at your lips and is immediately dominated as your own pushes into her mouth.

There is a gentle ‘snap’ as you split the sides of the thong.

You’ve destroyed everything she was wearing, stripped every bit of Supergirl off of her. You kiss passionately as your hands roam her body without interruption, nothing obscured or off limits. You break the kiss and begin to swiftly strip out of your own costume, Supergirl’s eyes widening as she sees your cock spring free, her first sight of the shaft that took her virginity. You’re definitely on the big side, but you’ve been told there’s just something slightly inhuman about your shaft, some hard to articulate betrayal of your non-human side, something ‘bestial’ one girl had said.

You aren’t going to give her time to gawk though. Taking a hold, you line yourself up, burning with the desire to be inside this tight girl once again.