Fic: Something in the Air - Part Five
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
The Kent Farm continued
Kara’s heart is pounding. He saw her. She knows he did.
She never thought she would travel thousands of light years to some backwater planet and find the most beautiful creature she has ever laid eyes on.
On Krypton he would be considered a god. Here on Earth women must throw themselves at his feet every day. He would never be interested in someone like her.
The members of the House of El have always been known for their intelligence, but not for their looks. No. They are a homely bunch. And poor, Kal-El. He seems to have gotten the worst of it. That tall, muscular frame, those piercing green eyes, that chiseled jaw. She can barely look at him, he is so hideous.
Of course, she has not fared much better. They are both victims of the curse of El.
There is the sound of footsteps on the stairs leading up to the loft.
What? Is he coming up here, the Kryptonian god? What will she do?
His head appears above the stairs, his lovely head with his beautiful brown eyes and his deliciously curly hair.
“Hi,” he says. “Are you a friend of Clark’s?”
“Mickle,” she says. She has forgotten how to talk. She cannot form words. Her knees are so weak she is about to pass out. “Cousin!” she finally manages to push from her lips. “Me. Cousin. Clark.”
“You’re Clark’s cousin?” the gorgeous hunk of a human asks.
“Yelf,” she responds.
“I’m Pete,” he says. “Clark and I went to high school together.”
He is staring at her. He must be repulsed by what he sees.
She suddenly wishes she was wearing more clothes. She only has on a stupid tube top and denim shorts. If she had covered up more of her ugliness maybe he would not look like he was about to vomit.
Except maybe that is not repulsion she sees in his eyes. Maybe it is lust.
It is not possible. He could never be attracted to someone as ghastly as her. Unless his brain was addled. And that is possible.
For the past few hours Kara has noticed a purple vapor in the air. Its cloying scent is rather annoying. What if it has some sort of effect on humans? What if it makes them stupid and blind?
Then he might be attracted to her.
This could be her one chance to be with the man of her dreams.
No. She cannot do it. She cannot take advantage of him in his fuddled state. If Kal-El ever found out, she would never hear the end of it.
But perhaps Kal-El will never find out. Perhaps when this Pete, this Pete of the Gods, comes to his senses he will be so embarrassed that he will never mention their encounter to anyone.
She cannot let this moment slip her by.
She grabs hold of her tube top and rips it from her body.
“Fuck me, Pete of the Gods,” she cries. “Fuck me hard and leave me sore!”
He stares at her, his mouth gaping.
Oops. Maybe his brain is not as addled as she thought.
His tongue darts over his luscious lips. “Okay,” he gulps. His hands fumble with his belt.
Yes! The fates are with her. His brain is addled.
He gets his belt undone and starts on the buttons of his shirt.
“There is no time for that,” she says. In two quick steps, she has crossed the floor and is tearing his clothes off.
“Wow, you’re strong,” he says. “I guess you are Clark’s cousin.”
“He is my baby cousin,” she says as she rips off her shorts.
His eyes drag up and down her body and he wipes a spot of drool from the corner of his mouth.
“So… um… You aren’t going to tell Clark about this, are you?” His lusty gaze is tinged with fear.
Kara hangs her head in shame. “I promise, Pete of the Gods. He will never hear about it from me.”
“Good,” Pete says. He takes a step closer. “Let’s get this party started.”
He presses his compact, powerful body against hers. The feel of his smooth skin over his rippling muscles awakens all over her senses.
He is just the right height to place scorching, succulent kisses on her neck. Her head lolls to the side and she runs her hands over his back.
“Oh Pete of the Gods,” she murmurs.
“Clark’s…” He pulls away and looks up at her. “What’s your name?”
“Kara.”
“Kara,” he repeats as he attacks her throat anew.
The way he says her name, it is like poetry. It is like an angel singing about chocolate.
His hands slide around to her ass, kneading her flesh. His erection rubs against her inner thigh. She can feel her pulse quicken between her legs. Her core is ready, hungry. She must have him inside her now.
She grabs him about the waist and lifts him off the floor. His body goes rigid.
“What are you doing?” he stammers.
“You will make me come, Pete of the Gods,” she says. “You will make me come harder than the exploding red sun of Krypton.”
“Sure,” he gulps. “Just don’t drop me.”
She spreads her feet apart and bends her knees slightly. Then she positions him between her legs so that his cock pokes at her center. With an easy yank of her arms she pulls him inside her.
“Yowza!” Pete exclaims.
He feels so good buried within her, like throbbing satisfaction. The satisfaction only increases as she lets him fall out of her.
“Ahhh!” he screams, but then sighs with relief and pleasure as she catches him and pulls him back inside.
“Like this,” she grunts. “Do me… just like… this.”
He alternates between screams and groans as she drops and raises him, drops and raises him.
Humans make such funny noises while having sex.
Then she feels it in her womb, the red sun of Krypton. It expands and pulsates each time she thrusts Pete into her.
She picks up her speed, faster and faster, until his screams and groans degenerate into one long blubbering noise.
His cock jerks and spasms as he comes. The red sun inside her explodes with pleasure. It rockets through her body, consuming her, until it shoots out her eyes in a beam of heat.
She carefully lowers Pete to the floor as she stares at the smoldering rafter above them.
“That was the best, scariest fuck I ever had,” he whimpers.
“We will do it again,” she says, “as soon as I put out that fire.”
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Somewhere halfway between Smallville and Metropolis…
Clark stands by the side of the road and watches Chloe pull her car up next to him.
“Is this going to take long?” he asks as she climbs out of the car. “I should probably get back to the farm and check up on Kara.”
“What?” Chloe has a panicked look in her eyes. “She’s at the farm?”
“Yeah,” Clark says. “Maybe I’ll run back there now and make sure she’s okay. It won’t take more than a second.”
“No!” Chloe grabs his arm. “For Pete’s sake, don’t go back to the farm.”
“For Pete’s sake?”
“Um…” Her eyes dart nervously back and forth. “I mean, she’s fine. She’s immune to the gas, just like you. And she’s alone on the farm, right? So, she’s safe.”
He looks at the hand that isn’t holding onto him.
“Why are your fingers crossed?” he asks.
“They’re not.” She splays them apart. “Anyway, we have to save the people of Smallville. Every moment we stall they’re in danger of, you know, having sex.”
“Right.” Clark nods with determination. “We have to save them. So, what’s your plan?”
She points to the sky. “See that thundercloud? It’s our best chance of rain in the area. We have to get that cloud over Smallville.”
“You think the rain will wash the gas out of the air?” he asks.
“It’s our only shot.”
“Okay.” He takes a deep breath, letting his lungs fill with air. Then he lifts his head skyward and blows.
The thunderhead moves, but only a few meters.
“This may take awhile,” Clark says.
“I’ll follow you in the car.” Chloe moves towards the driver’s side door, but then she stops. “Clark?” There’s a worried expression on her face.
“What is it?” he asks.
“The closer we get to Smallville the more likely it is that the gas will affect me.” She looks down and picks at her fingers. “If it does, you’ll… you’ll take care of me, won’t you?”
“Sure, Chloe. I’ll take care of you.”
She smiles with relief and gets into her car.
He takes another deep breath.
Wait a minute!
What did Chloe mean exactly when she asked him to ‘take care of her?’ And why does he have an odd feeling of anticipation in his groin?
(tbc)
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
The Kent Farm continued
Kara’s heart is pounding. He saw her. She knows he did.
She never thought she would travel thousands of light years to some backwater planet and find the most beautiful creature she has ever laid eyes on.
On Krypton he would be considered a god. Here on Earth women must throw themselves at his feet every day. He would never be interested in someone like her.
The members of the House of El have always been known for their intelligence, but not for their looks. No. They are a homely bunch. And poor, Kal-El. He seems to have gotten the worst of it. That tall, muscular frame, those piercing green eyes, that chiseled jaw. She can barely look at him, he is so hideous.
Of course, she has not fared much better. They are both victims of the curse of El.
There is the sound of footsteps on the stairs leading up to the loft.
What? Is he coming up here, the Kryptonian god? What will she do?
His head appears above the stairs, his lovely head with his beautiful brown eyes and his deliciously curly hair.
“Hi,” he says. “Are you a friend of Clark’s?”
“Mickle,” she says. She has forgotten how to talk. She cannot form words. Her knees are so weak she is about to pass out. “Cousin!” she finally manages to push from her lips. “Me. Cousin. Clark.”
“You’re Clark’s cousin?” the gorgeous hunk of a human asks.
“Yelf,” she responds.
“I’m Pete,” he says. “Clark and I went to high school together.”
He is staring at her. He must be repulsed by what he sees.
She suddenly wishes she was wearing more clothes. She only has on a stupid tube top and denim shorts. If she had covered up more of her ugliness maybe he would not look like he was about to vomit.
Except maybe that is not repulsion she sees in his eyes. Maybe it is lust.
It is not possible. He could never be attracted to someone as ghastly as her. Unless his brain was addled. And that is possible.
For the past few hours Kara has noticed a purple vapor in the air. Its cloying scent is rather annoying. What if it has some sort of effect on humans? What if it makes them stupid and blind?
Then he might be attracted to her.
This could be her one chance to be with the man of her dreams.
No. She cannot do it. She cannot take advantage of him in his fuddled state. If Kal-El ever found out, she would never hear the end of it.
But perhaps Kal-El will never find out. Perhaps when this Pete, this Pete of the Gods, comes to his senses he will be so embarrassed that he will never mention their encounter to anyone.
She cannot let this moment slip her by.
She grabs hold of her tube top and rips it from her body.
“Fuck me, Pete of the Gods,” she cries. “Fuck me hard and leave me sore!”
He stares at her, his mouth gaping.
Oops. Maybe his brain is not as addled as she thought.
His tongue darts over his luscious lips. “Okay,” he gulps. His hands fumble with his belt.
Yes! The fates are with her. His brain is addled.
He gets his belt undone and starts on the buttons of his shirt.
“There is no time for that,” she says. In two quick steps, she has crossed the floor and is tearing his clothes off.
“Wow, you’re strong,” he says. “I guess you are Clark’s cousin.”
“He is my baby cousin,” she says as she rips off her shorts.
His eyes drag up and down her body and he wipes a spot of drool from the corner of his mouth.
“So… um… You aren’t going to tell Clark about this, are you?” His lusty gaze is tinged with fear.
Kara hangs her head in shame. “I promise, Pete of the Gods. He will never hear about it from me.”
“Good,” Pete says. He takes a step closer. “Let’s get this party started.”
He presses his compact, powerful body against hers. The feel of his smooth skin over his rippling muscles awakens all over her senses.
He is just the right height to place scorching, succulent kisses on her neck. Her head lolls to the side and she runs her hands over his back.
“Oh Pete of the Gods,” she murmurs.
“Clark’s…” He pulls away and looks up at her. “What’s your name?”
“Kara.”
“Kara,” he repeats as he attacks her throat anew.
The way he says her name, it is like poetry. It is like an angel singing about chocolate.
His hands slide around to her ass, kneading her flesh. His erection rubs against her inner thigh. She can feel her pulse quicken between her legs. Her core is ready, hungry. She must have him inside her now.
She grabs him about the waist and lifts him off the floor. His body goes rigid.
“What are you doing?” he stammers.
“You will make me come, Pete of the Gods,” she says. “You will make me come harder than the exploding red sun of Krypton.”
“Sure,” he gulps. “Just don’t drop me.”
She spreads her feet apart and bends her knees slightly. Then she positions him between her legs so that his cock pokes at her center. With an easy yank of her arms she pulls him inside her.
“Yowza!” Pete exclaims.
He feels so good buried within her, like throbbing satisfaction. The satisfaction only increases as she lets him fall out of her.
“Ahhh!” he screams, but then sighs with relief and pleasure as she catches him and pulls him back inside.
“Like this,” she grunts. “Do me… just like… this.”
He alternates between screams and groans as she drops and raises him, drops and raises him.
Humans make such funny noises while having sex.
Then she feels it in her womb, the red sun of Krypton. It expands and pulsates each time she thrusts Pete into her.
She picks up her speed, faster and faster, until his screams and groans degenerate into one long blubbering noise.
His cock jerks and spasms as he comes. The red sun inside her explodes with pleasure. It rockets through her body, consuming her, until it shoots out her eyes in a beam of heat.
She carefully lowers Pete to the floor as she stares at the smoldering rafter above them.
“That was the best, scariest fuck I ever had,” he whimpers.
“We will do it again,” she says, “as soon as I put out that fire.”
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Somewhere halfway between Smallville and Metropolis…
Clark stands by the side of the road and watches Chloe pull her car up next to him.
“Is this going to take long?” he asks as she climbs out of the car. “I should probably get back to the farm and check up on Kara.”
“What?” Chloe has a panicked look in her eyes. “She’s at the farm?”
“Yeah,” Clark says. “Maybe I’ll run back there now and make sure she’s okay. It won’t take more than a second.”
“No!” Chloe grabs his arm. “For Pete’s sake, don’t go back to the farm.”
“For Pete’s sake?”
“Um…” Her eyes dart nervously back and forth. “I mean, she’s fine. She’s immune to the gas, just like you. And she’s alone on the farm, right? So, she’s safe.”
He looks at the hand that isn’t holding onto him.
“Why are your fingers crossed?” he asks.
“They’re not.” She splays them apart. “Anyway, we have to save the people of Smallville. Every moment we stall they’re in danger of, you know, having sex.”
“Right.” Clark nods with determination. “We have to save them. So, what’s your plan?”
She points to the sky. “See that thundercloud? It’s our best chance of rain in the area. We have to get that cloud over Smallville.”
“You think the rain will wash the gas out of the air?” he asks.
“It’s our only shot.”
“Okay.” He takes a deep breath, letting his lungs fill with air. Then he lifts his head skyward and blows.
The thunderhead moves, but only a few meters.
“This may take awhile,” Clark says.
“I’ll follow you in the car.” Chloe moves towards the driver’s side door, but then she stops. “Clark?” There’s a worried expression on her face.
“What is it?” he asks.
“The closer we get to Smallville the more likely it is that the gas will affect me.” She looks down and picks at her fingers. “If it does, you’ll… you’ll take care of me, won’t you?”
“Sure, Chloe. I’ll take care of you.”
She smiles with relief and gets into her car.
He takes another deep breath.
Wait a minute!
What did Chloe mean exactly when she asked him to ‘take care of her?’ And why does he have an odd feeling of anticipation in his groin?
(tbc)
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight