Chapter 2

You rise from your throne with fluid grace, your silver hair cascading down your back as you focus your cosmic awareness on National City. The air in your realm ripples with anticipation, responding to your intent like a living thing.

*Time to introduce myself to the world,* you think with a predatory smile.

You extend your hand, tearing a portal into reality itself. The fabric of space screams silently as purple and black energy swirls into a massive circular gateway - easily thirty feet across, impossible to miss. Through it, you can see the bright morning sky above National City, the sun glinting off glass towers below.

You step through.

The sensation is instantaneous. One moment you're in your palace, the next you're floating five hundred feet above National City's downtown core, the October wind catching your purple cloak and making it billow dramatically around you. The portal remains open behind you, a swirling vortex of dark purple energy that pulses with otherworldly power. Through it, anyone looking can see glimpses of your realm - the organic walls, the golden light, the massive throne.

Your pheromones begin radiating immediately, invisible waves of pure desire rolling off your body. Below, you can sense the effect - people on the streets stopping mid-stride, sudden inexplicable arousal flooding through them. Confusion. Need. Their gazes drawn upward.

You float there, arms spread slightly, silver hair flowing around you like liquid metal. Your leather-clad body gleams in the sunlight, the Symbol of Lust blazing on your cloak. Requiem hangs coiled at your hip. Your violet eyes survey the city below with the confidence of a goddess.

*Come to me, little Kryptonian,* you think, letting your awareness reach out across the city. *Come see what's arrived in your precious National City.*

It takes exactly three minutes and forty-two seconds.

You sense her approach before you see her - that unique Kryptonian energy signature, moving at supersonic speed. A sonic boom cracks across the sky as she decelerates, coming to a hovering stop about fifty feet away from you, her red cape settling around her shoulders.

Supergirl.

She's even more beautiful in person than your cosmic awareness suggested. Twenty-four years old, her blonde hair pulled back in a practical ponytail, crystalline blue eyes narrowed with concern and determination. Her iconic costume - the blue crop top with the House of El symbol, the red skirt, the red boots and cape - fits her athletic form perfectly. She radiates strength, heroism, righteousness.

*Virgin,* you remind yourself, sensing that untouched quality in her energy. *All that power, and she's never been claimed.*

Her jaw is set, her fists clenched. She's trying very hard to look commanding and unaffected, but you can sense the confusion in her - the sudden, unexpected warmth in her lower belly, the slight acceleration of her heartbeat. Your pheromones are already working on her, even at this distance.

**"Identify yourself,"** she calls out, her voice carrying easily across the space between you. It's a pleasant voice, younger-sounding than you expected, with just a hint of an accent you can't quite place. **"That portal - what is it? What are you doing here?"**

She's playing the hero, you realize with amusement. Interrogating the unknown entity. Projecting authority despite the fact that she has no idea what she's dealing with.

You let the moment hang for just a beat, allowing her to take in your appearance - the impossible beauty of your form, the obvious power radiating from you, the alien wrongness of your violet eyes. Then you smile, slow and sensual.

**"My name,"** you say, and your voice rolls across the sky like thunder made of silk and honey, **"is Mommy Synn. And I am not a 'what,' little girl. I am Lust itself. The concept given form and consciousness."**

You gesture gracefully to the portal behind you, the movement making your cloak shift and revealing more of your leather-clad curves.

**"I have recently awakened to full consciousness,"** you continue, your violet eyes fixed on Kara's face. **"For eons, I have existed as an abstract **** - desire, want, need flowing through all living things. But now..."** You spread your arms wider, and the air around you seems to shimmer with barely-contained power. **"Now I have taken form. Now I have will. Now I desire companionship."**

Kara's floating a bit closer now, you notice, though she probably doesn't realize it. Her blue eyes are wide, her lips slightly parted. The pheromones are working beautifully.

**"Companionship?"** she asks, and there's uncertainty in her voice now. **"What kind of companionship?"**

**"Currently?"** You let your smile widen, becoming openly predatory. **"Carnal lust. Physical desire. The oldest and most fundamental form of wanting."** You see her flush slightly at that, a pretty pink spreading across her cheeks. **"But lust is vast, Supergirl. Lust is all desire, all wanting. I could lust for battle, for conquest, for knowledge, for power, for a thousand different things. Desire has many faces."**

You let your gaze travel slowly down her body and back up, making the assessment obvious and deliberate. Your cock stirs beneath your leather bodysuit, beginning to harden.

**"Right now, though, I want flesh. I want pleasure. I want to experience these new sensations with someone... worthy."**

**"I'm not—"** Kara starts, then seems to lose her train of thought. She shakes her head slightly, like she's trying to clear it. **"I'm not interested in... whatever you're offering. And I can't let you just open portals to other dimensions over National City without understanding—"**

**"Oh, but you are interested,"** you purr, and you can sense the truth of it through your connection to all desire. **"You're very interested. You just don't know it yet."**

You allow your form to shift, becoming translucent, ghostly. Your leather-clad body shimmers and then passes beyond the normal boundaries of matter, existing in that liminal space between solid and ethereal. Kara's eyes widen as she watches you fade.

**"What are you—"** she starts, but you're already moving.

You glide through the air with supernatural grace, circling around her slowly, deliberately. Your silver hair trails behind you like smoke made of starlight. Requiem coils at your hip, the purple and black leather gleaming even in your translucent state.

**"You know what I find fascinating about you, Kara?"** you purr, your voice seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere as you drift closer. **"You're so powerful. Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound..."** You circle behind her, watching the way her shoulders tense. **"And yet you've never let yourself truly feel, have you?"**

**"I don't know what you're talking about,"** she says, but her voice wavers slightly. She's tracking you with her super-hearing, her head turning to follow your movement, but there's confusion in her blue eyes. *She can't quite get a lock on me,* you realize with satisfaction. *The intangibility is throwing off even her Kryptonian senses.*

**"Oh, I think you do,"** you murmur, and then you drift forward, passing directly through her body from behind.

The sensation is exquisite. For that brief moment of overlap, you're occupying the same space as her, your essence mingling with hers. You feel her nervous system light up like a Christmas tree - every nerve ending suddenly firing with sensation she's never experienced before. Her desire, usually so carefully suppressed, flares to brilliant life inside her.

And you feel it too - the raw, untapped potential of her sexuality, the virgin territory of her body that's never been claimed or even properly explored. It's intoxicating.

**"Ah—!"** Kara gasps, her whole body jerking. Her hands fly to her chest, her cape whipping around her. **"What did you—what was—"**

You emerge from her front, reforming just enough that she can see your predatory smile, your glowing violet eyes fixed on her flushed face.

**"That,"** you say softly, **"was just a taste. A tiny fraction of what lust feels like when you stop fighting it."** You begin circling again, slower now, savoring her confusion. **"You felt it, didn't you? That warmth spreading through your core? That sudden ache between your legs?"**

**"Stop it,"** she says, but it comes out breathless rather than commanding. **"I'm not—I won't—"** She shakes her head hard, blonde ponytail swishing. **"You need to leave National City. Now. Whatever you're doing, whatever... whatever this is, it ends here."**

**"Does it?"** You drift to her left side, close enough that she could reach out and touch you if you were solid. **"Tell me something, Kara. When was the last time you touched yourself? When did you last give in to those urges you pretend don't exist?"**

Her face flushes deeper red. **"That's none of your—"**

**"Never,"** you answer for her, reading the truth in her energy. **"You've never allowed yourself that release, have you? Never explored your own body. Never discovered what brings you pleasure."** You pause, letting that sink in. **"All that power, and you deny yourself the most fundamental of all experiences."**

You phase through her again, this time from the side, passing through her torso, her hips. The flare of desire is even stronger this time - she's sensitized now, her body learning to associate your presence with pleasure.

**"Stop—"** she gasps, but she doesn't move away. Can't move away, you realize. Your pheromones have created an invisible tether, drawing her toward you even as her conscious mind screams for her to flee. **"This isn't—you can't just—"**

**"Can't I?"** You circle above her now, looking down at her upturned face. Even flushed and confused, she's beautiful - all that strength wrapped in such an innocent package. **"I'm Lust, darling. I don't follow your rules. I don't recognize your boundaries. I simply am."**

You dive downward, passing through her from head to toe in one smooth motion. This time you feel her knees buckle slightly in mid-air, her flight wavering as the surge of arousal overwhelms her concentration.

**"Please,"** she whispers, and you're not entirely sure if she's begging you to stop or to continue. Her hands are trembling. Her breathing is rapid, shallow. Her blue eyes are glazed with desire she doesn't understand.

**"You're a virgin,"** you state, making it sound like an observation rather than a question. You drift in front of her again, close enough that your pheromones are at maximum potency. **"In every sense. You've never been touched by another. Never been kissed properly. Never felt someone's hands on your body, exploring, claiming, owning."**

**"How do you—"** She tries to sound indignant but manages only confused arousal.

**"I'm Lust itself, remember?"** You smile, slow and wicked. **"I know every desire in every being. I can feel your untouched places, Kara. I can sense the ache building in you right now, the need you've suppressed for so long rising to the surface."**

You phase through her one more time, slower this time, savoring the way her whole body shudders. When you emerge, you see her eyes are actually wet - tears of confusion and overwhelming sensation.

**"Why?"** she asks, her voice small and lost. **"Why are you doing this to me?"**

**"Because I want you,"** you say simply. **"Because you're powerful and pure and perfect, and I'm going to corrupt all of that. Because watching you struggle against pleasure you've never felt before is delicious."** You drift closer still. **"Because you're going to be my first, Kara Zor-El. My first conquest. My first ****. My first devoted worshiper."**

**"Never,"** she says, but the word has no strength behind it.