Broken Image- Smallville fanfic
Title: Broken Image
Rating: a strong NC-17
Pairings: Kara/Bizarro; a cameo appearance by another ship
Spoilers: Spoilers through at least Kara.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, there's a high possibility it'd be an even weirder place.
Summary: Kara encounters Bizarro for the first time.
Warning(s): READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. This story contains heavy references to incest, especially since, hi, he looks like Clark. If you're not into that, then please don't read, and please don't give me comment hate. Other than that, there's quite a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Notes: Part 1 of 10 of Sweet Temptation. I realize I'm a nasty, filthy pervert, but this bunny would not leave me alone. It turned out more... creepy than I'd planned. lol Keep in mind, all the stories in this series are part of an experiment. If you're not afraid to read, please leave feedback! <3 Much love to robynadele0402 for the beta. ♥
Looking at him was like seeing her cousin's image in a cracked mirror.
The creature that now circled her with keen interest was practically identical, with the exception of the gray distortions that plagued him every now and then, and the evil smirk that seemed to be a constant on his full lips.
"So you're Clark's cousin." His deep voice seemed to echo in her ears, and she felt a strange tingle go up her spine. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he moved closer. "Such a... pretty little thing." He let out a deep chuckle, and she nearly shivered.
This was the first time she'd encountered her cousin's evil doppelganger, and she'd known almost immediately who and what he was. She knew enough of the phantom Chloe had named "Bizarro Clark" to realize his identity when she'd seen the flicker of gray in features.
Her heart was beginning to pound rapidly, and her breathing was growing heavy, her chest moving up and down steadily, and she knew he could hear it. She heard the sound of him inhaling her scent, and she wondered if he could smell her fear. As powerful as she was, she was actually scared of him. He'd nearly beaten Clark, and that had been in the daylight. Here, in the darkness of the night, she wondered what he'd do to her.
He circled her again, and came face-to-face with her again. He was still smirking, but there was something... different in the way he was looking at her now. Something almost... lustful. She'd never once seen that look in Clark's eyes, and her eyes widened a bit. Why was this creature looking at her like this, through her cousin's eyes?
"Tell me...Kara..." He licked his lips, his eyes starting to wander over her. Something about the way he said her name made the pit of her stomach curl into knots. "Have you ever... had dirty thoughts about Clark?"
Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. "Never... why would I?" Her teeth clenched a bit. "He's blood... my only living relative. That's... sickening." She wasn't being completely honest, actually. In the moments before she'd discovered he was her cousin, she'd looked him over, head-to-toe, and had thought to herself about how incredibly attractive he was. But once she'd learned the truth, that line of thought had immediately been cut off.
He laughed again, the sound going deeper than before, and she very visibly shivered this time, though she hadn't meant to. "Oh, come on... you're a hot girl..." He looked down at himself. "He's apparently a nice-looking guy, if I do say so myself..." He gave her the naughtiest grin she'd ever seen. "You can't say you haven't wondered what it'd be like to hit the sheets with him... what it'd be like to fuck your own cousin." He gave her a look, a very smug look. "Or, at least, someone who looks like him."
She stared at her cousin's evil twin, her eyes wide, and her mouth curled up in disgust. Despite the reaction on her face, and the one that was about to slip from her mouth, she was having a very different reaction elsewhere. The knots in her stomach were steadily growing into something that seemed very much like tingles, and she felt a slight warmth spreading in the lower half of her body. The way he was speaking to her... no one else had ever spoken to her in such a way. And his voice... something about his voice, the deepness of it, it somehow exuded the one thing she'd never really had before, at any point during her life. Sex. There was something she dared to think of as sexy about his voice. She swallowed hard, and despite her best efforts, her voice came out shaky when she spoke. "No, I have never wondered about that. I have never wanted to..." She trailed off, losing her voice, losing her words. She cleared her throat again. "I don't want to have sex with my cousin. That's just.. gross."
He smirked yet again, and begin to circle around her once more, his eyes going over every inch of her slender body. "Okay... so maybe you don't want to fuck your cousin..." He stopped right behind her again, getting closer than he previously had, putting his lips right up to her ear. "But you do want to fuck me, don't you? Don't you, Kara?"
She shivered again, squeezing her eyes shut. She was becoming completely unable to ignore her reaction to him now, as she felt a certain moisture begin to seep out of her body, and down her thighs.
And apparently, he knew. He laughed again, a deep low rumble, and raised a hand to brush her long blonde curls back over her shoulder. His lips were suddenly almost on her neck, and he breathed against her skin, making her shiver again. "You want me, Kara." he taunted, and then she heard him sniffing the air again. "Oh, you want me badly."
Maybe she did, she realized. This creature who so resembled her baby cousin had awoken something in her no one else ever had... and she didn't know what she was going to do about it. She'd been trying desperately to fight it, but with his body getting closer and closer to hers, and her own body betraying her in a fit of moist lust, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep this up.
In the moment that he pressed himself against her, she lost her ability to control herself, and she moaned... deeply, loudly. Despite her best efforts, she was proving him right, and at the moment, she wasn't even sure she gave a damn. She found herself pressing back against him, rubbing slightly against his dark denim-clad crotch. She moaned again, uncontrollably, when she realized he was hard. It was more than obvious that he wanted her, too, and it wasn't just a game.
"Say it." he muttered, his voice lowering even more. "I want you to say it." He was still taunting her... driving her crazy, making her feel like she truly was crazy.
"F-fuck me." she managed to get out. "I want you to fuck me." Her voice didn't even sound like her own anymore. He was making her say things she'd never say, and do things she'd never do.
In an instant, she was lying on her back on the ground, in the dirt, in the filth. It was ironic, considering that was how she'd most likely feel after it was all over.
In a matter of seconds, they were ripping at each other's clothes, frantically, almost in superspeed, like two ravaging beasts.
And when their mouths met in that first hot, heated kiss, it was like something deep down inside of her exploded. She was wetter than she'd ever been in her entire existence, and she wanted this monster inside of her so badly, claiming her for his own. She knew what he'd done, the people he'd killed, those he had hurt, but in this moment, it didn't even matter. She just wanted him, needed him to fill some gaping hole inside of her that she hadn't even been aware of before.
Their clothes were soon piled next to them, and he was moving over her, that same smug smirk on his face.
And though, in most ways, it was her cousin's face looking back at her when the creature's huge cock plunged into her without warning, it wasn't her cousin she saw. She didn't even know who she saw, she just knew he was giving her exactly what she wanted. It hurt, at first, and he seemed to joy in it, but the pain faded with a quickness she hadn't expected. Something told her that if it'd been a human who had taken her virginity, she wouldn't have even hurt for those mere seconds.
He pounded into her repeatedly, with a ferociousness that probably would have severely injured a human woman, and it was all she could do to cling to his biceps and cry out, over and over and over again. He was groaning, and grunting, and with nearly every hard thrust, she saw a light distortion in his face. Her legs wrapped around his hips more firmly, and as they did, he sank deeper into her tight channel. She cried out again, nearly to the point of screaming, and it was then that he slammed his mouth over hers, presumably to keep her quiet.
Her hands flew up to his face, holding his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled, matching their bodies, to some extent, and she moaned loudly into his mouth. Their mouths and bodies moved together as if it was the most natural thing in the world, but deep in the recesses of her mind, she knew it was far from it.
His hips tilted, just slightly, and after a few deep thrusts, she felt her thighs start to tremble. His mouth had moved away from hers by then, and his eyes were closed, his teeth gritting together. Little gasping sounds of pleasure were escaping her lips, and she desperately found herself wanting to call out a name, any name. But this creature didn't really have a name... unless she decided to call him Bizarro.
He seemed to read her mind, and was smirking again, even through his grunting. "Come on, Kara... you know you want to." He was taunting her, yet again, and this time, she was determined not to give in. Not to this, anyway. But yet he continued. "Come on, Kara... call me Clark..."
He slammed into her with a particularly hard thrust, and she cried out, feeling her orgasm overtake her completely.
And in the midst of it, she called out the one name she hadn't wanted to say.
It was a loud, high-pitched cry, and she almost wanted to burst into tears the second it fell from her lips.
And that's what pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her again, one final time, spilling into her with a long, deep groan.
Within seconds, he was gone from her... completely. She was left alone, and naked, and crying in the middle of a cornfield, and her cousin's evil twin was out of sight, and gone without a trace.
As she gathered her clothes, she felt dirty, and used. She felt like trash, and she guessed that's what she was now.
The soreness in her body would go away eventually, but the feeling that she'd done something terrible would forever remain in her sub-conscious.
Miles away, inside an old farmhouse, Kara's little cousin stood just inside the back door, looking out into the night.
He turned to look at the young woman behind him. "I wonder where she's gone? She said she'd be back in 30 minutes, and it's been over an hour."
The short-haired blonde stepped closer. "I'm sure she's fine, Clark... just give her some space and stop playing overbearing surrogate father."
His brow furrowed. "But if she's fine, why do I feel like she might be in danger?"
The blonde shook her head. "I think you'd know if she was in danger, Clark. Now, why don't you come back inside, and we'll wait on her, okay?" She offered him a small, sweet smile, and he couldn't help but smile back at her.
He closed the backdoor, and slipped an arm around his companion, heading back toward the living room.
Rating: a strong NC-17
Pairings: Kara/Bizarro; a cameo appearance by another ship
Spoilers: Spoilers through at least Kara.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, there's a high possibility it'd be an even weirder place.
Summary: Kara encounters Bizarro for the first time.
Warning(s): READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. This story contains heavy references to incest, especially since, hi, he looks like Clark. If you're not into that, then please don't read, and please don't give me comment hate. Other than that, there's quite a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Notes: Part 1 of 10 of Sweet Temptation. I realize I'm a nasty, filthy pervert, but this bunny would not leave me alone. It turned out more... creepy than I'd planned. lol Keep in mind, all the stories in this series are part of an experiment. If you're not afraid to read, please leave feedback! <3 Much love to robynadele0402 for the beta. ♥
Looking at him was like seeing her cousin's image in a cracked mirror.
The creature that now circled her with keen interest was practically identical, with the exception of the gray distortions that plagued him every now and then, and the evil smirk that seemed to be a constant on his full lips.
"So you're Clark's cousin." His deep voice seemed to echo in her ears, and she felt a strange tingle go up her spine. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he moved closer. "Such a... pretty little thing." He let out a deep chuckle, and she nearly shivered.
This was the first time she'd encountered her cousin's evil doppelganger, and she'd known almost immediately who and what he was. She knew enough of the phantom Chloe had named "Bizarro Clark" to realize his identity when she'd seen the flicker of gray in features.
Her heart was beginning to pound rapidly, and her breathing was growing heavy, her chest moving up and down steadily, and she knew he could hear it. She heard the sound of him inhaling her scent, and she wondered if he could smell her fear. As powerful as she was, she was actually scared of him. He'd nearly beaten Clark, and that had been in the daylight. Here, in the darkness of the night, she wondered what he'd do to her.
He circled her again, and came face-to-face with her again. He was still smirking, but there was something... different in the way he was looking at her now. Something almost... lustful. She'd never once seen that look in Clark's eyes, and her eyes widened a bit. Why was this creature looking at her like this, through her cousin's eyes?
"Tell me...Kara..." He licked his lips, his eyes starting to wander over her. Something about the way he said her name made the pit of her stomach curl into knots. "Have you ever... had dirty thoughts about Clark?"
Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. "Never... why would I?" Her teeth clenched a bit. "He's blood... my only living relative. That's... sickening." She wasn't being completely honest, actually. In the moments before she'd discovered he was her cousin, she'd looked him over, head-to-toe, and had thought to herself about how incredibly attractive he was. But once she'd learned the truth, that line of thought had immediately been cut off.
He laughed again, the sound going deeper than before, and she very visibly shivered this time, though she hadn't meant to. "Oh, come on... you're a hot girl..." He looked down at himself. "He's apparently a nice-looking guy, if I do say so myself..." He gave her the naughtiest grin she'd ever seen. "You can't say you haven't wondered what it'd be like to hit the sheets with him... what it'd be like to fuck your own cousin." He gave her a look, a very smug look. "Or, at least, someone who looks like him."
She stared at her cousin's evil twin, her eyes wide, and her mouth curled up in disgust. Despite the reaction on her face, and the one that was about to slip from her mouth, she was having a very different reaction elsewhere. The knots in her stomach were steadily growing into something that seemed very much like tingles, and she felt a slight warmth spreading in the lower half of her body. The way he was speaking to her... no one else had ever spoken to her in such a way. And his voice... something about his voice, the deepness of it, it somehow exuded the one thing she'd never really had before, at any point during her life. Sex. There was something she dared to think of as sexy about his voice. She swallowed hard, and despite her best efforts, her voice came out shaky when she spoke. "No, I have never wondered about that. I have never wanted to..." She trailed off, losing her voice, losing her words. She cleared her throat again. "I don't want to have sex with my cousin. That's just.. gross."
He smirked yet again, and begin to circle around her once more, his eyes going over every inch of her slender body. "Okay... so maybe you don't want to fuck your cousin..." He stopped right behind her again, getting closer than he previously had, putting his lips right up to her ear. "But you do want to fuck me, don't you? Don't you, Kara?"
She shivered again, squeezing her eyes shut. She was becoming completely unable to ignore her reaction to him now, as she felt a certain moisture begin to seep out of her body, and down her thighs.
And apparently, he knew. He laughed again, a deep low rumble, and raised a hand to brush her long blonde curls back over her shoulder. His lips were suddenly almost on her neck, and he breathed against her skin, making her shiver again. "You want me, Kara." he taunted, and then she heard him sniffing the air again. "Oh, you want me badly."
Maybe she did, she realized. This creature who so resembled her baby cousin had awoken something in her no one else ever had... and she didn't know what she was going to do about it. She'd been trying desperately to fight it, but with his body getting closer and closer to hers, and her own body betraying her in a fit of moist lust, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep this up.
In the moment that he pressed himself against her, she lost her ability to control herself, and she moaned... deeply, loudly. Despite her best efforts, she was proving him right, and at the moment, she wasn't even sure she gave a damn. She found herself pressing back against him, rubbing slightly against his dark denim-clad crotch. She moaned again, uncontrollably, when she realized he was hard. It was more than obvious that he wanted her, too, and it wasn't just a game.
"Say it." he muttered, his voice lowering even more. "I want you to say it." He was still taunting her... driving her crazy, making her feel like she truly was crazy.
"F-fuck me." she managed to get out. "I want you to fuck me." Her voice didn't even sound like her own anymore. He was making her say things she'd never say, and do things she'd never do.
In an instant, she was lying on her back on the ground, in the dirt, in the filth. It was ironic, considering that was how she'd most likely feel after it was all over.
In a matter of seconds, they were ripping at each other's clothes, frantically, almost in superspeed, like two ravaging beasts.
And when their mouths met in that first hot, heated kiss, it was like something deep down inside of her exploded. She was wetter than she'd ever been in her entire existence, and she wanted this monster inside of her so badly, claiming her for his own. She knew what he'd done, the people he'd killed, those he had hurt, but in this moment, it didn't even matter. She just wanted him, needed him to fill some gaping hole inside of her that she hadn't even been aware of before.
Their clothes were soon piled next to them, and he was moving over her, that same smug smirk on his face.
And though, in most ways, it was her cousin's face looking back at her when the creature's huge cock plunged into her without warning, it wasn't her cousin she saw. She didn't even know who she saw, she just knew he was giving her exactly what she wanted. It hurt, at first, and he seemed to joy in it, but the pain faded with a quickness she hadn't expected. Something told her that if it'd been a human who had taken her virginity, she wouldn't have even hurt for those mere seconds.
He pounded into her repeatedly, with a ferociousness that probably would have severely injured a human woman, and it was all she could do to cling to his biceps and cry out, over and over and over again. He was groaning, and grunting, and with nearly every hard thrust, she saw a light distortion in his face. Her legs wrapped around his hips more firmly, and as they did, he sank deeper into her tight channel. She cried out again, nearly to the point of screaming, and it was then that he slammed his mouth over hers, presumably to keep her quiet.
Her hands flew up to his face, holding his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled, matching their bodies, to some extent, and she moaned loudly into his mouth. Their mouths and bodies moved together as if it was the most natural thing in the world, but deep in the recesses of her mind, she knew it was far from it.
His hips tilted, just slightly, and after a few deep thrusts, she felt her thighs start to tremble. His mouth had moved away from hers by then, and his eyes were closed, his teeth gritting together. Little gasping sounds of pleasure were escaping her lips, and she desperately found herself wanting to call out a name, any name. But this creature didn't really have a name... unless she decided to call him Bizarro.
He seemed to read her mind, and was smirking again, even through his grunting. "Come on, Kara... you know you want to." He was taunting her, yet again, and this time, she was determined not to give in. Not to this, anyway. But yet he continued. "Come on, Kara... call me Clark..."
He slammed into her with a particularly hard thrust, and she cried out, feeling her orgasm overtake her completely.
And in the midst of it, she called out the one name she hadn't wanted to say.
It was a loud, high-pitched cry, and she almost wanted to burst into tears the second it fell from her lips.
And that's what pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her again, one final time, spilling into her with a long, deep groan.
Within seconds, he was gone from her... completely. She was left alone, and naked, and crying in the middle of a cornfield, and her cousin's evil twin was out of sight, and gone without a trace.
As she gathered her clothes, she felt dirty, and used. She felt like trash, and she guessed that's what she was now.
The soreness in her body would go away eventually, but the feeling that she'd done something terrible would forever remain in her sub-conscious.
Miles away, inside an old farmhouse, Kara's little cousin stood just inside the back door, looking out into the night.
He turned to look at the young woman behind him. "I wonder where she's gone? She said she'd be back in 30 minutes, and it's been over an hour."
The short-haired blonde stepped closer. "I'm sure she's fine, Clark... just give her some space and stop playing overbearing surrogate father."
His brow furrowed. "But if she's fine, why do I feel like she might be in danger?"
The blonde shook her head. "I think you'd know if she was in danger, Clark. Now, why don't you come back inside, and we'll wait on her, okay?" She offered him a small, sweet smile, and he couldn't help but smile back at her.
He closed the backdoor, and slipped an arm around his companion, heading back toward the living room.