Three Times Chloe Sullivan Did Not Have Sex With Clark Kent and One Time She Did - NC-17
Title: Three Times Chloe Sullivan Did Not Have Sex With Clark Kent and One Time She Did
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, torture and non-con (in part 3)
Characters: Chloe, Clark, Kal, Kal-El and Bizarro
Spoilers: Exile, Crusade, Persona and the Future
Disclaimers: I don't own Chloe or any version of Clark. I wish I did.
A/N: A sequel, of sorts, to Three Times Chloe Sullivan Was Not Kissed By Clark Kent and One Time She Was. The third part of this contains, torture and non-con.
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Three Times Chloe Sullivan Did Not Have Sex with Clark Kent and One Time She Did
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Exile
Flashes of red, of blue, of molten gold lightening flickered beneath her closed eyelids and Chloe’s whole body throbbed in time with the loud music that pounded through her veins.
His hips moved against her, promising that same hypnotic rhythm and the unmistakable heavy heat of his trapped erection pressing insistently against her caused heat to pool low in her belly.
Chloe clutched at the front of his shirt as his lips and teeth toyed with her earlobe. Never in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined Clark shoving her against the back wall of a crowded night club and having his way with her.
She shivered. But this wasn’t Clark anymore, was it? It wasn’t Clark who had led her so easily into his trap when she thought to so cleverly follow him.
This was Kal pressing her into the wall, Kal with eyes that flashed crimson and his large hands possessively roaming her body.
The name suited him. A perfect harsh erotic rush of sound that made her whole body tingle just to say it.
“Kal?” She gasped, opening her eyes wide when he nipped her sharply. He laughed softly against her skin.
“I like it when you say it like that,” Kal murmured as he kissed and licked his way down the curve her neck. His big hands dove under the hem of her shirt, sliding up to cover her lace bound breasts, kneading and squeezing as he drew the vulnerable skin of her neck between his teeth causing her to cry out again.
She should have been embarrassed when he ripped open her shirt, but his hands were on her waist and then with a little growl, he dragged her up the wall until his mouth could cover one straining nipple.
Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her hands in the dark waves of his hair and moaned at the current of pleasure that arced through her at each insistent tug of his lips. She wriggled against the rigid press of his cock, the dampness of her panties molding her sex against the front of his jeans and he growled again, a low vibration of sound against her breast as one large hand splayed across her ass before ripping her underwear from her.
Kal pulled her closer and she gasped at the rough feel of denim against her softness. Chloe bit at her still tender bottom lip as she helplessly moved against him. She was soaking the front of his jeans and she slipped down the wall some when he pulled back from her and quickly undid the fly of his pants.
Her cheeks burned, she never realized she was wanton enough to want to be taken in a public setting, but the flush of embarrassment didn’t compare to the heat of the thick head of his cock pressing into her, stretching her to her limits and still demanding more as the hard length of him slid into her slick heat.
He groaned as he moved within her, panting against her shoulder as he drove into her, an erotic dance with a hard and rapid tempo that surpassed the earlier promised rhythm.
Pleasure came, a fierce and fast explosion of bliss, taking her breath and her sight and Chloe could only hold on, gasping as shudders wracked her body. She was still trembling as his hips began to stutter and she cried out as those faltering thrusts pushed her over the edge again and yet again as she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, marking her and muffling his growl of satisfaction as he came in thick, hot shuddering releases.
Chloe dropped her head to his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him as she tried to catch her breath. She shivered as he softly kissed the wound his teeth had made.
“Chloe,” he murmured against her throat.
“Kal,” she whispered back and her breath caught again as he shivered hard and leaned heavily into her, pressing her back against the wall.
“Just like that Chloe,” he said as he kissed his way up her neck. “Say my name again, just like that.”
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Crusade
A soft moan of surrender escaped her as she awoke and Chloe clutched at the arms wrapped tightly around her as waves of pleasure rippled lazily through her. His breath was a hot whimper of need against the nape of her neck and she shuddered and arched back against him, moaning again as she took more of him inside her.
It had been three months since the world had grown quiet and he had found her. Three months since he had murmured words of destiny and refuge into her hair as he held her like she was the most precious thing in the universe before smiling down at her and flying with her to the north.
Three months since he had stood with her inside an enormous structure of crystal and clasped a bracelet on her wrist before falling to his knees and nuzzling against her stomach as he spoke.
The words he had whispered on her skin, despite being harsh and guttural, had a lyrical quality and regardless of the fact they were words Chloe didn’t understand, they had resonated deeply within her, stirring something inside her that was both scary and amazing.
It was some great instinctual impulse that had caused her to anchor her hands in the dark hair of the young man she once only knew as Clark, and she had tugged, urging him to lift his head and he had looked up at her with such wonder, such unconcealed hope that it had brought tears to her eyes.
Unbidden, a phrase that she had no idea she had known had escaped her lips and Chloe had gasped as he stood quickly and scooped her up into his arms.
In the blink of an eye, they were in a large chamber and he was placing her on a bed, staring at her with unguarded need before stretching out beside her and touching her with his large hands, with his lush mouth, in reverent soft caresses that grew bolder as her body responded, stroking her, kissing her until she was breathless and vibrating with desire.
She didn’t know until later that the words she had spoken were Take your comfort, beloved.
He barely left her side for the next three days. Worshiping her, imprinting on her, seducing her with his body, and the knowledge he freely shared.
Now, Chloe spoke those words again, as she had many of a night since, and felt his lips move across the back of her neck, leaving a trail of tingles down to her shoulder as he pushed mindlessly against her, seeking solace in her body.
One large hand covered her breast as the other traveled to her thigh, pulling it over his, opening her further to his slow erotic invasion.
She shuddered as he scraped his teeth along her shoulder to the nape of her neck.
“Kal-El,” she breathed as he rolled her to belly and lay heavily on her as he rocked his hips, grunting in masculine satisfaction as he slipped further inside her.
His mouth was soft and moist against the back of her neck and he sleepily murmured her name between sharp warm kisses as he suckled and nipped at the skin there.
Her whole body tingled and Chloe wriggled underneath him, moaning his name softly, encouraging him to thrust.
One large hand skated down her body to her waist, halting her movements against him. He shifted her slightly, altering the angle of her hips and groaned against her shoulder as she accepted more of him.
He began to move within her, slow, shallow little pumps of his hips that only frustrated her, pushing her too slowly to the edge she grasped for.
As helpless as she was, impaled and trapped beneath him, she wasn’t completely captive to his whim.
Chloe fisted her hands in the covers beneath her and pushed back against him as she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
His response was immediate. A little growl escaped him as his hand slid low across her belly, keeping her locked to him as he rose to his knees. He braced himself with his free hand and thrust hard.
Chloe cried out, pleasure shivered through her and it didn’t take long for those shivers to become quakes as he moved hard within her, shoving her, with relentless thrusts, over the edge of pleasure.
He came with her, grunting her name as he released inside her, filling her with a thick warmth that would last for hours.
He panted as he carefully lowered her to the bed and kissed her shoulder softly before rolling to his back beside her. He tugged at her until she lay flush against his side.
Chloe slid her arm across his chest and looked up into his drowsy satisfied expression as he picked up her hand.
“You are real,” He murmured. “You are real..,”
He smiled as he placed a soft kiss on her palm and then placed it over his heart. “And you are mine.”
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Persona
“He was a bigger fool that I thought,” Bizarro hissed as he thrust harder into her softness, “to deny himself this.”
His large hand still covered the back of her neck where he had shoved her face down on her bed before stripping her bottom bare. Bizarro had kneaded her ass with his free hand for a moment and there was no mistaking his intent as he roughly pulled her to her knees.
Then he was pushing his way inside her. And he had laughed, delighted at how wet she was, how her body welcomed his in spite of itself.
Chloe bit back a jumbled cry of pleasure and pain as tears sprang to her eyes, tears at the sting of his abrupt invasion, mixed with tears of shame at her body’s traitorous response to him, dampening her cheeks, soaking into the mattress below her as he pushed his way inside her.
“So much hotter and wetter and tighter than Lana, but we won’t tell, will we sweetheart?”
His large hand slid around to the front of her throat and squeezed tighter as he thrust relentlessly and Chloe struggled for breath as her vision started graying at the edges.
“He wanted you, and as much as he tried to deny it, meshed with you in ways she never could compare. She recognized it and hated you both for it.”
His voice was far off, a murmur below the pounding of her heart and the harsh rasp of air wheezing from her mouth.
“In a moment of perfect clarity she chose me. Betrayed him the way he wanted to betray her…”
He laughed again; a sound that was close enough to Clark’s to drive her mad. “And I ripped him to shreds for his slight.”
She shook underneath his powerful thrusts and with one final gasp for air, vaguely aware of his grunts of satisfaction as he released in her, Chloe welcomed the star streaked oblivion that beckoned behind her eyelids.
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the Future
Clark was driving her crazy. Between the lazy tugs of his mouth on her aching nipple and the slow measured thrusts between her thighs, he was driving her insane.
Chloe clutched at his hair and arched under him.
Suddenly he stilled and raised his head. Chloe blinked at him and opened her mouth to protest the loss of that teasing heat, but it was a grin that curled her mouth as his brow furrowed and he cocked his head to the side.
Emotions flickered rapidly across his features, and his grin was bright and almost blindingly brilliant as he looked up at her with undisguised joy.
He moved to cradle her face in his large, impossibly strong hands, lowering his head to whisper her name against her lips. Then he was moving within her hard, kissing her hard.
“Ours, Chloe. Ours,” Clark chanted over and over, punctuating his words with wild kisses and even wilder thrusts of his hips.
She could only hold on as pleasure built unbelievably fast and she cried out his name, shuddering underneath him as bliss inundated her body, taking her breath and streaking her vision with stars. His body shook uncontrollably and his arms tightened around her as he came with her, crying out her name in great sobbing gasps.
For several long minutes they lay tangled together as their breathing slowed. Clark dropped a soft kiss on her shoulder before he shifted and propped himself up on one elbow beside her.
She opened one eye and looked at him as he pulled her flush against him. He kissed her temple as he moved his thigh possessively over her own and with the tips of his fingers started tracing patterns low on her belly that were too repetitive to be random.
“Clark,” Chloe murmured as she stirred.
“I heard it, Chloe,” he whispered against her hair and she tilted her head up and the question that tingled on her lips was silenced by the wonder and joy that shimmered in his brilliant green eyes.
He smiled like he had secret that he was dying to share, and suddenly, instinctively she knew, but the question spilled from her anyway.
“What?” Chloe asked softly as he lowered his head to hers and spoke directly against her mouth.
“The first beat of our child’s heart.”
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