Chapter 3

You allow your body to solidify, matter reasserting itself as you drift directly in front of Kara's dazed face. She's breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, blonde strands escaping her ponytail and sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her blue eyes are unfocused, pupils blown wide with confusion and unwanted arousal.

**"No more running,"** you purr, and reach out.

Your hands make contact with her body for the first time - solid, real, undeniable. Your palms slide along her sides, feeling the smooth fabric of her costume, the firm muscles beneath, the way her body tenses and then melts under your touch. She gasps, her mouth falling open.

**"Don't—"** she starts, but you're already pulling her toward you, closing the distance between your bodies.

Your lips crash against hers, swallowing whatever protest she was about to make. Her mouth is soft, inexperienced, completely unprepared for the invasion of your tongue. You claim her first kiss with absolute authority, one hand sliding down to cup her ass through her red skirt while the other tangles in her blonde hair, holding her in place.

Kara's ass is spectacular - firm and muscular from years of superheroic activity, but with just enough give to squeeze. You knead the flesh possessively, your fingers digging in as you grind her pelvis against yours. Your hardening cock presses against her stomach through the strategic opening in your leather bodysuit, nine inches of thick black meat making its presence known.

**"Mmmph!"** Kara whimpers into your mouth, her hands coming up to push against your shoulders, but there's no strength behind it. Her body is betraying her completely now, her virgin pussy flooding with wetness she's never felt before, her nipples hardening into painful points against the fabric of her crop top.

You break the kiss, leaving her gasping, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips to hers. Her eyes are glazed, her face crimson with shame and arousal.

**"Please,"** she whispers again, and you can taste the desperation in her voice. **"I don't... I can't..."**

**"Yes, you can,"** you murmur, spinning her smoothly in mid-air so her back is to you. **"And you will."**

You pull her flush against your body, your breasts pressing into her back, your cock now nestled against the curve of her ass. Your hands slide up her toned stomach to cup her breasts through her costume, squeezing the firm mounds, your thumbs finding her nipples and circling them with deliberate pressure.

**"Ahh!"** Kara's head falls back against your shoulder, blonde hair spilling across your silver locks. **"Oh Rao, what are you—what's happening to me?"**

**"I'm touching you,"** you whisper directly into her ear, your hot breath making her shiver. **"I'm claiming you. I'm showing you what your body was made for."** You nibble on her earlobe, your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and feel her whole body jerk in response. **"No one has ever touched you like this, have they, Kara?"**

**"N-no,"** she admits, her voice breaking. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes - from overwhelm, from shame, from the sheer intensity of sensation flooding through her nervous system. **"Never. I've never... no one's ever..."**

**"Virgin in every sense,"** you confirm, continuing to knead her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric. **"Your first kiss. Your first touch. Your first taste of pleasure that doesn't come from your own inexperienced fingers."**

**"How did you know I—"** She cuts herself off, mortified.

**"That you've never even touched yourself?"** You laugh, low and dark. **"Because I'm Lust, darling. I know every shameful secret, every suppressed desire, every fantasy you've locked away."** Your right hand slides down her stomach, over her red skirt, coming to rest between her legs. Even through the costume, you can feel the heat radiating from her core. **"I know you're soaking wet right now. I know your pussy is clenching on nothing, **** to be filled for the first time."**

**"Stop,"** she whimpers, but her hips are grinding back against you, her ass rubbing against your cock. **"This is wrong. This isn't... I'm not..."**

**"Not what? Not a sexual being?"** Your left hand continues working her breast while your right presses firmly against her mound through her skirt. **"You are, Kara. You're an incredibly sexual creature who's been denying herself for far too long."** You bite down harder on her earlobe, just shy of painful, and she moans. **"Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still fighting."**

You grind your cock against her ass, letting her feel every thick inch. **"Do you feel that? That's what's going to claim you. That's what's going to take your virginity, ruin you for anyone else, make you addicted to sensations you've never imagined."**

**"I won't,"** she gasps, but her body continues betraying her, writhing against yours, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything. **"I won't let you... I'm stronger than... than this..."**

**"Are you?"** you purr. **"Because right now, the Girl of Steel is trembling in my arms, soaking through her costume, moaning like a bitch in heat."**

Your right hand slides down from where it was pressed against Kara's mound, fingers finding the hem of her red skirt. You slip beneath the fabric easily, your fingertips grazing the soaked cotton of her panties.

**"No, wait—"** Kara gasps, her body going rigid in your arms. **"You can't—I've never—"**

**"I know you haven't,"** you purr against her ear, your breath hot on her skin. **"That's what makes this so perfect, baby girl. Mommy's going to be your first. Your only."**

You push the panties aside and your fingers make contact with virgin flesh for the first time. She's absolutely drenched, her pussy lips swollen and slick with arousal she's never experienced before. The heat radiating from her core is intense even for a Kryptonian.

**"Ahhhh! Oh Rao, oh Rao, oh—"** Her words dissolve into incoherent whimpering as your middle finger slides along her slit, parting her folds, exploring territory no one has ever touched.

Your left hand continues its work on her breast, kneading the firm flesh through her costume, pinching and rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Your lips find her ear again, your tongue tracing the shell before you bite down on the lobe.

**"That's it,"** you murmur, your voice thick with satisfaction. **"Feel what your body was made for. Feel what you've been denying yourself."**

You find her entrance—impossibly tight, clenching reflexively—and press just the tip of your finger inside. The resistance is immediate and exquisite. Virgin territory in the most literal sense.

**"Please, I can't—it's too much—"** Tears stream down Kara's flushed cheeks, her blonde hair plastered to her face with sweat. Her hips buck involuntarily, simultaneously trying to escape and seek more of your touch.

**"Shhh, baby,"** you coo, your voice taking on a maternal quality that makes the degradation even more complete. **"Mommy's got you. Mommy will take care of you from now on. You don't have to fight anymore."**

You push your finger deeper, feeling her virgin walls stretch around the intrusion. She's so tight it's almost difficult even for you. Her whole body shudders, her flight wavering for a moment before you stabilize her with your own powers.

**"There we go,"** you whisper, beginning to pump your finger slowly in and out. **"Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't it feel right to finally be touched?"**

**"Yes—no—I don't—ohhhh—"** Kara's mind is fracturing under the ****, unable to process the conflicting sensations of shame and pleasure.

You add a second finger, stretching her further, your thumb finding her clit and beginning to circle the sensitive nub. The effect is immediate and devastating.

**"AHHH!"** Kara screams, her super-voice cracking the windows of nearby buildings. Her pussy clamps down on your fingers like a vice as her first orgasm crashes through her with the **** of a tidal wave.

Her whole body convulses in your arms, every muscle going rigid and then liquid. Her cape whips wildly around both of you. Her hands clutch desperately at your arms, her super-strength making no difference against your godlike durability.

**"That's one,"** you purr as the orgasm begins to subside, but you don't stop moving your fingers. **"Let's see how many more Mommy can give you."**

**"No, no, I can't—not again—too sensitive—"** Kara sobs, but her body is already responding, her hips grinding down onto your hand.

You curl your fingers inside her, finding that spot on her front wall that makes her see stars. Your thumb maintains its relentless **** on her clit. Your other hand pinches her nipple hard.

**"Yes, you can,"** you whisper, nibbling along her neck now, finding the rapid pulse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. **"You're going to cum for Mommy as many times as I want. You're going to break for me, Kara. You're going to surrender everything."**

The second orgasm hits less than a minute after the first, somehow even more intense. Kara's scream is wordless this time, her mind completely overwhelmed. Fresh tears pour down her face as her pussy spasms around your fingers.

**"Good girl,"** you croon. **"Such a good girl for Mommy. But we're not done yet."**

You don't give her time to recover. Your fingers continue their relentless work, pumping in and out of her soaked pussy, your thumb circling her oversensitized clit. The third orgasm builds immediately on top of the second.

**"Please,"** Kara begs, her voice completely broken. **"Please, Mommy, I can't—"**

**"You can,"** you insist. **"And you will. Because this is what you were made for. This is your purpose now. To feel pleasure. To serve Mommy. To surrender completely."**

The third orgasm rips through her, and you feel something shift in her energy. Her resistance, already crumbling, cracks further. Her sobs take on a different quality—less horror, more helpless acceptance.

**"That's it, baby,"** you whisper, finally slowing your fingers but not stopping entirely. **"You're learning. You're understanding. Doesn't it feel so much better to just let go? To let Mommy take control?"**

**"Yes,"** she whimpers, the word barely audible. **"Yes, Mommy."**

Your fingers continue their slow, methodical work inside Kara's virgin pussy, curling and stroking against her inner walls with practiced precision. She's so sensitive now, every nerve ending firing with intensity that borders on pain, but you maintain the perfect pressure—enough to keep her suspended in constant pleasure without pushing her into genuine discomfort.

*Perfect,* you think, feeling her pussy clench rhythmically around your digits. *She's learning. Her body is learning.*

Your free hand comes up to cup her jaw, fingers sliding through the blonde strands that have escaped her ponytail and stuck to her tear-streaked face. You turn her head toward you with gentle but undeniable authority, forcing her glazed blue eyes to meet your violet ones.

**"Look at Mommy,"** you command softly, and her eyes lock onto yours with helpless obedience.

You claim her mouth again, this kiss different from the first. Where that one was conquering, aggressive, this one is possessive, proprietary. Your tongue slides against hers, teaching her how to respond, how to open for you, how to surrender even this. She whimpers into your mouth, the sound vibrating between your lips.

Your thumb finds her clit and circles it with devastating precision. Her whole body jerks, her kiss breaking as she gasps against your lips.

**"Ahh—Mommy—I'm going to—"**

**"Cum for Mommy,"** you whisper against her mouth. **"Let Mommy feel it. Show Mommy what a good baby girl you are."**

The fourth orgasm crashes through her, and you swallow her scream with another kiss. Her pussy spasms around your fingers, clamping down so hard you actually feel the pressure. Her super-strength manifests for just a moment—her hands clutching at your shoulders hard enough to crack concrete—but your godlike body doesn't even register it as more than a gentle squeeze.

*That's it,* you think, continuing to pump your fingers through her orgasm, prolonging it, making it last. *Break for me. Shatter for me.*

When the peak subsides, you don't give her recovery time. You simply continue, your fingers maintaining their rhythm, your thumb resuming its circular **** on her oversensitized clit.

**"Mommy's baby girl is doing so well,"** you murmur, your lips moving from her mouth to her ear. **"Such a good girl. Taking her pleasure so beautifully. Learning what her body was made for."**

**"Please,"** Kara sobs, but the word has lost all its earlier resistance. Now it's just helpless pleading. **"Please, Mommy, I need—I don't know what I need—"**

**"You need Mommy,"** you tell her, your voice taking on that maternal quality that makes the violation even more complete. **"You need Mommy to take care of you. To show you everything. To teach you how to feel good."**

You curl your fingers inside her, finding that spot again, and her back arches so sharply her spine would have snapped if she were human.

**"Yes!"** she cries out. **"Yes, Mommy, please—"**

**"Please what, baby?"** you prompt, your thumb speeding up on her clit.

**"Please make me—ahh—please make me cum again—"** The words tumble out of her in a rush, shame and need warring in her voice.

**"That's my good girl,"** you praise, and seal your mouth over hers again as the fifth orgasm builds.

This time you feel something fundamental shift in her energy. The last vestiges of resistance, the part of her that was still trying to maintain her identity as Supergirl the hero, simply... collapses. What's left is raw need, **** submission, and the beginning of genuine addiction.

She cums with a muffled scream into your mouth, her whole body going limp in your arms. You support her easily with your powers, keeping her floating as her flight fails completely. Her pussy pulses around your fingers in a rhythm that feels almost like a heartbeat.

**"Good baby,"** you whisper when you finally break the kiss, letting her gasp for air. **"Mommy's good baby girl. You belong to Mommy now, don't you?"**

**"Yes,"** Kara whimpers without hesitation. **"Yes, Mommy. I belong to you."**

Your cock throbs at those words, precum leaking from the tip and dampening the leather of your bodysuit. *She's mine,* you think with savage satisfaction. *The Girl of Steel is mine.*

You slowly withdraw your fingers from her pussy, bringing them up between your bodies. They're absolutely soaked, glistening with her arousal. You hold them in front of her face.

**"Look what you've done,"** you purr. **"Look how wet you are for Mommy. Taste it."**

Kara's eyes widen, fresh shame flooding her features, but she doesn't resist when you press your fingers against her lips. She opens obediently, and you slide your digits into her mouth.

**"Suck,"** you command. **"Taste what Mommy does to you."**

She sucks on your fingers with clumsy inexperience, her tongue sliding against them, tasting her own virgin arousal for the first time. Her eyes fill with fresh tears, but she doesn't stop. Can't stop.

**"That's it,"** you encourage. **"Clean Mommy's fingers. Show Mommy how obedient you can be."**

When you finally withdraw your fingers from her mouth, she's gasping, her face crimson, her costume disheveled and damp with sweat and arousal. Her red skirt is hiked up around her waist. Her crop top is twisted. Her cape hangs limply. She looks thoroughly debauched.

**"Please,"** she whispers again, and this time there's no resistance in the word at all. Just ****, aching need. **"Please, Mommy. What do you want from me?"**

You smile, slow and predatory, your violet eyes burning into hers.

**"Everything, baby girl,"** you tell her. **"Mommy wants everything."**