Sex in the sky.

You run a hand up Supergirl’s thigh, slipping a thumb under the band of her thong, making your intent clear. Her hips buck and her leg coils around you, you can feel her flight become shaky.

“This high up, no-one can see us. We can do whatever we want.”

Your thumb slides deeper, moving around to her wet slit. She shakes as you make contact, running your thumb up and down, teasing her as you lock into a kiss and bite her lip, the ‘Maid of Steel’ is like putty in your hands.

“Will you let me do whatever I want?”

“Y-yes, yes!”

The carte blanche draws a growl from you. Having torn up so much of her clothes, is it any wonder your dominant instincts are on show? You switch your grip and your thumb finds her clitoris and strums it, forcing her back to arch and a long ‘oooohhhh’ to spill from her pretty lips. It makes it easier for you to grip her ass and lift her up, all while snaking a finger along her wet lips and sliding inside of her. You feel her flight destabilise as you work her body, making her writhe and wriggle and gasp in your grip.

“Stop flying,” you command. “Just leave it all to me.”

“Uh-huh… yeah…” her voice is miles away as she tries to roll her hips against your fingers, but she does as she’s told. She ceases to become weightless, ceases to almost accidentally pull away from you as you spike pleasure through her. Of course, a 54kg girl isn’t any kind of weight for a man who can move mountains, but it feels empowering to have her place herself in your hands like this.

“Good girl,” you smile before leaning in and seizing one of those glorious, rounded, miraculous breasts in your mouth.

You bite down gently, your tongue flicking away at her nipple and her squeals and wriggles increase. Forget how she’s been hiding these wonders, how has she been flying around with such sensitive titties tucked away? Were she and Power Girl both constantly edging as their suits squished their breasts?

You continue like this for a little while. Alternating between kissing her and licking and biting her breasts all the while driving her to the brink of climax with your fingers as your capes wrap around each other in the wind. Until, at last, you deem her ready for you.

You pull your fingers away, tucking her little thong in to one side as you do. She whines in frustration, denied a climax and missing your touch, the sound is adorable and you growl and lean up to bite her neck in response.

“Shh. Be patient.”

Supporting her with one hand (though keeping her aloft is made easy with you aura), you deftly undo the trousers of your costume, working your hardened shaft free. Clinging onto you, Supergirl can’t see it, but she feels it smack against her leg as it is unleashed and she gasps and trembles, as if this makes everything more real to her somehow. For a few quiet moments you roll your hips, working your shaft against her slit, lubricating yourself in her honey as Supergirl trembles and gasps quietly in your arms.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” you warn her as you shift, using one hand to line up your shaft and begin to push in. “Not here, not like this.”

You’re certain of her virginity, and very certain that you’re going to be the man to take it. But as the historic man who deflowered Supergirl, or the intimae memory as the man who deflowered Kara Zor-El, you want to let her know a little of what she’s getting into here, of what you need, of what you’re going to take from her. In response, she smiles and kisses you.

“Please… I need you.”

Taking both of her hips in hand you slam her down. You could feel her maidenhead, strengthen by the sun in her cells try to resist you and fail. Supergirl cries out in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as you go down to the hilt in one thrust, declaring with the act that you are the new master of her body. You give her no time to adjust however, pulling her up and slamming her down again, and again, and again.

The feeling for you is a wonder. Kryptonian genetics really have created a perfect body for sex, every scrape and feel of her insides is begging you to cum and fill up her womb. This tightness isn’t just virginial, it’s evolved, and with the warmth and power of the sun the heat and pressure are beyond what you could get from fucking a human.

As you go wild you can hear Supergirl babble in her native language, a good sign that she’s feeling good. Her words become more erratic as she boils over, the work your fingers did causing her to orgasm early, her spasms reverberating up your cock as you don’t slow down for a moment. If anything, you work harder and faster. Loving the way her face becomes loss in the bliss of being a girl, her massive, miracle mammaries swinging around with the **** of your thrusts. You lean into your superhuman abilities, wanting to ingrain your power into her body, mind and soul. You could almost warp the clouds and the weather with the **** you’re slamming her down with.

“Alpha! Alpha I… ahhhh!”

You pull her down, biting her neck and start to let your hips do all the work, all the while flying higher, pushing through and above the clouds until the Earth becomes a glimmering horizon beneath you. Her words give out, the sun in her veins staves off suffocation for hours for her, but with the air so thin her voice cannot work. There is a ****, a moment of panic, then you kiss her and she purrs, cumming around your shaft a second time and pushing you over the edge. So here, spinning on the precipice of space, you cum, your body throbbing as you release inside of the most beautiful girl in the world.