For legendarytobes: Unconditional Love, Part 2
Part Two:
Clark was already horny when he walked into the Torch looking for Chloe. It was just his normal teenage hormones hard at work as his best friend made all his blood rush to his genitals again. He wore baggy jeans because nine times out of ten Chloe Sullivan managed to excite him.
He noticed Chloe was wearing his favorite color as he gazed delightfully at the round and firm breasts encased in red clingy material. He forced his eyes to move away from the treasures he’d been admiring. It took every ounce of discipline he possessed not to engage his x-ray vision, though.
His jeans became tighter as he watched her suck and lick a pink lollipop. He envisioned the candy as something completely different as one of his many naughty fantasies popped into his dirty mind. Chloe held his hardened cock tightly as her tongue swirled around his round tip. She slipped his entire length between her pink lips as she swallowed him whole.
Clark breathed in deeply as she did exactly what he’d imagined to the lollipop. He could practically tasted her sweet vanilla essence as his mouth watered with an insatiable hunger and stepped closer as his remaining shards of control started to disintegrate.
He managed to clamp down his wayward hormones just as he was seconds from crossing that invisible line from friends to lovers. Afraid his restraint would be dominated by his sexual haze he quickly blurred away.
A small whimper escaped his lips as his attempt to flee did nothing to quell the fire deep within his body. His super speed made his blood pump even faster as his follicle released and progesterone prepared his uterine lining for implantation.
Twenty-four hours earlier, a luteinizing hormone released and surged which caused his egg to burst through his ovarian wall. It completed its journey as his body demanded he copulate with his chosen mate.
Clark grinned wickedly as Pete slipped a small chunk of red-K in his shirt pocket. It was the small nudge he required to break the final tether of restriction. His life-force wouldn’t be denied as his body demanded he finalize his lifeblood bond with his mate.
He sensed his chosen as she ventured into the barn. Breathing in deeply, he savored her sweet aroma unaware her pheromones were near the nexus for viable insemination. He openly flirted with her as he attempted to sway her toward making his loft a love shack.
Clark was given the opportunity his body lusted after when Chloe jumped. In the blink of an eye, he blurred to catch her. His eyes held small embers of orange as he watched her tongue move teasingly along her luscious lips. He was rudely interrupted as he leaned closer to devour her.
He barely contained his growl of anger as he saw Lex Luthor. His words dripped with venom as he snapped, “You are! I’m busy!”
Clark bit his tongue to keep from grunting as Chloe slid down his frame. He was scotched by her wetness as their sexes touched momentarily. His hardened cock jumped in anticipation of what was to come once their final barriers were removed.
His body temperature increased as he hurriedly dealt with Lex. His blood was boiling with sexual pheromones as it demanded he procreate. Climbing into the backseat, he used his infamous charmer smile to coax Chloe in the backseat.
Clark hungrily kissed her as his hands roamed and mapped her flesh. He trailed his mouth down the side of her neck as he attempted to ravage her. His grunt of frustration was muffled by her pulse point as she ground against his raging hard-on.
He couldn’t wait another second to claim her body and grunted in approval as her hands unbuckled his belt. His massive erection sprung from its confines as he pulled her jeans over her hips. He ripped her panties off and shoved the tiny piece of fabric into his jacket pocket.
Clark moaned as he slowly filled her wet tight nexus. He growled in satisfaction as he broke through her hymen and their bodies became one. His hands gripped her hips as he guided her along his shaft until he established a steady rhythm.
He thrust deeper and harder as her walls started to grip his length tighter. His balls started to tense as his release built deep inside of him. He nibbled on her ear as he whispered, “Why haven’t we done this before?”
Clark smirked as Pete joke about getting a room. He bounced her harder and faster and grunted in pleasure as her walls fluttered around his shaft. His eyes drank in her beauty of her face flush with passion.
“Oh god …Clark…”
He cherished how Chloe screamed his name as he drove her over the edge. His own orgasm was quickly approaching as her walls milked and squeezed his hard thickness. He bulldozed deeper as his semen erupted into her tightness. “Chloe…”
Clark ignored Pete’s question as it was quite obvious that they were having sex in the backseat. He drove harder as his orgasm coursed throughout his entire body. His darkened in rage as Pete made a snide comment about sharing. Chloe with his. ‘Mine!’
He moaned as Chloe slowly rose up and slid teasingly over his manhood. Slipping his hand between their bodies, he attempted to guide himself back into her tightness. He roared when she rock against an extremely sensitive area beneath.
Clark attempted to keep her still when his heat vision threatened to fire. He panted for air as he unconsciously rocked his hips when her heat pulsed against him. Their combined sexual fluids flowed through his feminine folds as he pulsed against her sex.
He claimed her mouth in a heated kiss as the pulsation between their bodies continued as she pressed tighter against him. Their exchange of lifeblood generated during orgasm formed an unbreakable bond between their minds, bodies, and souls which produced the final hormone required to ensure bear fruit of the womb sprouted into roots for their heir to implant and thrive within him.
Clark broke the kiss for air as Pete neared the Talon. He attempted to persuade Chloe to go back to his loft instead but she wouldn’t budge. He was thankful for super speed as he barely fixed their clothing before she was climbing out of the car.
He slipped his hand into hers as Chloe eagerly pulled him toward one of the booths. His hands explored her back as she started to kiss him again. His blood rushed to his groin again as she suggested a game of strip poker. He was more than ready for a second round without clothing.
Clark was dangerously close to sex in a public place when Chloe slipped his shirt off him. He continued to kiss her as his sex hazed brain slowly registered his location. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to stop.
He started to feel strange as he waited for Chloe to be brought to her room. His copulation was successful as his newly fertilized ovum burrowed into his uterine lining making his bond with his mate eternal and his body rejoiced through spontaneously ejaculated.
Clark rushed into the bathroom as his orgasm continued to course throughout his body. He gripped the edge of the sink as his knees weakened from sensations that appeared to be happening inside of him. He was self-conscious of wetness and stickiness of his bodily fluids that were trapped against his flesh by his boxers and wanted desperately to leave. He couldn’t leave without speaking to Chloe.
He tried to remain calm as he checked his jeans in the mirror. Finding no obvious wet spots, he went back into her room. He was heartbroken as he learned Chloe remembered nothing. He promised to come back later as his conscience insisted the truth be told.
Clark super speed home in desperate need of a shower and change of clothes before he returned. He kicked off his work boots as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Pushing his jeans and boxers over his hips, he grimaced in disgust at his soiled checkered boxers.
He tossed all of his clothes into the hamper and prayed his mom didn’t inspect clothes before she washed them. Turning on the hot water, he stepped underneath the spray and attempted to forget everything that happened to him. His guilt slipped away as he imagined today had been a wild fantasy.
Clark was propelled back to reality as he washed between his legs and his fingers brushed against a seam underneath his balls. He slowly examined the fold of skin; it started just below his sack , wide as one of his fingers, and extended to his rectum.
His hand trembled slightly as a euphoric sensation built deep inside of his body as he discovered it was an erogenous zone. He panted for air as his explorations produced a secretion exactly like those he’d found when his dick brushed against her vagina. He pressed slightly harder and pulsed against his finger. He stumbled onto his butt as he tried to deny that he’d just climaxed like a female.
Clark jumped as his father yelled about dinner. Shutting off the water, he entered denial as he insisted it was an adverse reaction to red-K. He continued to make excuses as he dressed for dinner.
He could barely keep his eyes open after he’d finished his apple pie. Stripping off his clothes, he tumbled into the covers and fell into an exhausted sleep.
The next morning, he was awakened by Minion their rooster chanted his cock-a-doodle-do. A smile graced his face as he’d plenty of time to shower, dress, eat breakfast and meet Chloe at the Torch. He was going to beg for forgiveness for his dishonesty.
Clark was overcome with nausea as he lifted his head off his pillow. Covering his mouth with his hand, he sped to the bathroom and almost tossed his cookies along the way. He tasted bile at the back of his throat as he quickly turned on the water to drowned out the sound. His eyes clouded with tears as he vomited what remained of his dinner.
He rigorously brushed his teeth as he attempted to remove the foul taste that remained in his mouth. Stepping into the tub, he prayed this was a one time fluke reaction as his body expelled any lingering red-K in his system. He didn’t know how he’d react if he’d more morning like this one.
Clark decided on his second morning that he’d finally managed to catch a bug. He’d been infected with an alien flu during his exposure by a microbe embedded within the meteor rock. His sickness would pass in a day or two after he expelled it from his body.
His morning ritual of hugging the toilet hadn’t cast out the parasite. It was growing and developing deep within his body while effecting other parts of his body. He’d felt a tingling sensation in the skin around his tender soar nipples, his bladder was always full, and his abilities had issues.
Clark stared at his slightly extended abdomen knowing x-ray vision would put an end to his excuses that he’d been making for eight weeks, now. His eyes welled with tears as his super hearing detected a rapid heartbeat. He refused to acknowledge he’d fallen prey to losing his virginity and pregnancy.
He was half way downstairs when he started to feel sick to his stomach again. His nausea wasn’t contained to first thing in the morning. He generally only vomited twice more before wandering into his first period class late.
Clark attempted to avoid breathing since his mom was cooking eggs. He used to love the smell; now, his stomach churned and threatened as she put a plate of fried eggs on the counter. He tossed two slices of bread in the air and used his heat vision to make toast as he grabbed his lunch bag and water bottle.
He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he munched on his toast as he headed to the door. His breakfast would come back up in about five minutes when he stopped at his normal pit stop. He’d no alternative as skipping breakfast would make his mom suspicious.
Clark gasped for air; his shortness of breathe was worse than the last couple days. He managed to get his breathing under control seconds before his breakfast came back up. Gargling with water, he spit and kicked dirt over his puke.
He leaned against one of the trees as he waited for his energy level to feel normal again. It generally took five or ten minutes before he was able to super speed. He was becoming accustomed to his shortness of breathe and energy drain that followed his super speed.
Clark strolled into class with his normal excuse about having missed the bus. He didn’t miss how Chloe and Pete turned to look at him. Sitting at his desk, he tried not to think about how he’d lied. He used to beat the bus to school.
He tried to focus on the lecture as his heightened sense of smell detected some awful perfume. His stomach tightened into knots as he tried to ignore the stench. He breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang.
Clark tried to keep it together during his science class as he felt like crying throughout his whole class period. His emotions were all over the place, he was shameful,fearful, angry, sad,happy, jealous, and horny.Sometimes all at once and others for the weirdest of reasons.
He was tired and cranky from lack of sleep and almost lost his temper as he heard two jocks bulling another student. Slamming his locker shut, he went to meet Chloe and Pete at their normal table for lunch.
Clark was famished. He took three or four bites before he decided it tasted funny. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he saw Pete got cafeteria food. It looked like slop and smelled even worse.
He secretly relished the fact Pete was forced to eat school lunch as he was angry with him. It was Pete’s fault his body was invaded by this larva. He’d slipped red-K into his shirt pocket.
Clark started to eat his sandwich again as he caught Chloe watching him. He was hit with a wave of shame as his conscience spoke loudly in his head. His fear played havoc as he tried to work up the courage to ask her to stop over at the farm.
He hadn’t spent much time with either one of his friends since he became a host. His mind conjured awful scenarios for their reactions when they discovered he’d a growth sprouting inside of his abdomen.
Clark didn’t think he’d ever be able to reveal his newest secret. Pete’s initial reaction was still very fresh. He wanted to tell Chloe, though.
On a good day when he was close to accepting the truth, he desired to reveal all to her. He’d had sex with her. She helped in creation… The instant he attempted to place a name to what was inside of him he reverted back into denial.
It didn’t help matters he was weighed down by his guilt. He’d lied to his best friend. It hadn’t been for her own safety like his alien status. He’d been selfish as he was worried about the adverse effects the red-K appeared to be having on his body. ‘How can Chloe ever forgive me?’
Clark tried to keep his focus away from Chloe as his x-ray vision appeared to have a mind of its own where she was concerned. He’d inadvertently seen her nude so many times his balls were blue. It went hand in hand with his extreme sexual appetite. He wanted Chloe; it didn’t matter what she wore to school. She could have dressed in a paper bag. ‘Sex got me into this mess!’
He’d a sense of terror during the movie in history class. Army men came across the screen as he’d a chill of unadulterated fear run down his spine as his recurring nightmare passed before his eyes.
The Military had locked Clark in a steel cage where he waited for their doctors to subject him to an array of tests. He couldn’t move as he was shackled to an examination table with his legs spread wide in stirrups. Gloved hands touched and poked his lower extremities as he received his first examination to discover more about the bloodsucker inside of him. He usually woke hyperventilating as the tests began.
Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the last bell rang. He ventured into the Torch to get his assignment. It was more for appearances sake, as he didn’t feel like working on the paper. He’d chores to muddle through.
He pretended his day was normal as he ate dinner with his parents. He’d his first bout of heartburn as he was working on his homework. It was almost as bad as being nauseous. He was more than ready for bed as he ventured up to his room.
Clark wasn’t able to find a comfortable position. He tossed and turned until he finally succumbed to exhaustion. His last shards of peaceful slumber were disrupted as Minion announced a new day started. ‘I hate that rooster!’
His routine didn’t change much until his t-shirts started to become tight. He’d already been having issues with his jeans. His attempts to ignore the strange occurrence within his body hadn’t accomplished anything.
Clark walked into the torch when he was overcome by her sweet aroma. His endless sexual hunger was driving him crazy. He’d been having issues with his heat vision anytime he was too close to her. It was contained but he’d started to sweat.
He breathed in deeply as he felt better than he had in three months. Her touch appeared to have a soothing and calming affect on him. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her concern and another emotion, possibly love clearly written in her hazel eyes. He wondered if she’d love him if she knew the truth.
Clark lied to Chloe as he declared he wasn’t feeling good. He skipped the rest of his classes and went to a secluded spot in the woods until school officially ended. He blurred into his loft and slumped down onto the couch.
He’d been staring aimlessly across the room when he felt it move for the first time. He practically jumped off the couch as he’d a mild panic attack. Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore it as he continued to feel movement.
Clark broke down in tears as he prayed it would stop moving. He wiped the tears from his cheeks as he tried regain his courage to tell his parents something was happening to him. He slowly scuffed his boots as he made his way into the house.
He washed up for dinner and sat down at the table with his parents. His heart pounded in his chest as father asked if there was something he needed to tell them. He’d been so wrapped up in his sexual frustrations he’d forgotten to do his afternoon chores.
Clark picked up his fork as he debated on revealing the truth. He couldn’t admit the reality to himself, though. A partial lie slipped past his lips as he mentioned he’d an issue with his heat vision earlier. He’d gotten it under control. ‘As long as I stay clear of Chloe!’
He stared at the large portion of pot roast, potatoes, onions, mushrooms and carrots on his plate. He was famished but was afraid of the heartburn he’d endure afterwards. He couldn’t decide which was worse getting sick or the acid. It was almost a tie as he’d gotten sick a couple of times from his indigestion.
A lump formed in his throat as he caught his mom watching him. She’d that motherly expression he knew meant you’re not fooling me. He asked to be excused with a claim of being tired. It was the most truthful statement to come out of his mouth, all night.
Clark hadn’t even thought of desert until his mom mentioned apple pie. He wasn’t a fool. His parents would definitely know something was up if he refused pie. His mouth watered as he nodded his head. He always had room for his mom’s apple pie. ‘It would be awesome with chocolate and hot sauce.’
He’d been craving some really weird foods lately. The other day at lunch, he’d thought Chloe’s vanilla yogurt would be amazing on the dill pickle he was eating. Oreos smothered in strawberry milkshake,Twizzlers dipped in peanut butter, french fries and Tarter sauce were just a few.
Clark munched on his slice of pie and hoped he wouldn’t be hungry again in the middle of the night. His appetite seemed to never stop when he wasn’t feeling nauseous. He’d a moment of clarity were he was honest about his condition as blamed his craving on eating for two.
His heart pounded in his chest as he suddenly thought, ‘What if it’s more than one. Twins?’ His clothes were barely fitting now. He’d be twice as big if there were two. His anxiety started to increase as his mom grabbed his hand as he passed her.
Clark’’d always been able to tell them anything. He wondered how he could tell his mom that he’d accomplished the one thing she’d always wanted. His father was going to blow a gasket when he finally told them he was pregnant. He’d finally admitted their was another life inside of him.
He was desperate to get to the sanctuary of his room as he walked toward the stairs. Closing his bedroom door, he hurriedly removed his jeans before collapsing down on his bed. His eyes filled with tears as his mind raced. ‘Mom knows. She figured it out.’
Clark tossed and turned all night as he attempted to get comfortable. He wanted to scream in frustration as he discovered it was time to do his few chores before school. Breathing in deeply, he prayed he wouldn’t be hugging the toilet this morning.
He’d his first nausea free morning but was having major issues with his jeans. His eyes clouded with tears as he struggled with denim fabric. A few drops fell from his eyes as he unintentionally ripped the fabric. Kicking his jeans across the room, he thought angrily, ‘Why is this happening to me?’
He angrily hunted through his dresser for his extra baggy sweats. ‘Where are my sweat pants?’ He spun around so fast he felt dizzy when his mom suddenly opened his bedroom door. His stomach flip flopped as he attempted to regain his equilibrium. ‘I’m going to faint.’
Clark managed to remain standing as he wished his mom would leave. He shuffled on his feet nervously as he tried to determine if he could blur without panting afterwards. His mom didn’t seem to care he was stark ass naked. “Mom!”
He was slightly relieved he’d no chores to do. Cleaning the stalls made his stomach churn and the animals smelled. His back hurt worse after lifting the large bags of grain. He found checking the fences was the easiest part until he needed to fix one.
Clark tried not to panic as his mom declared he wasn’t going to school. He could tell from her tone that she wanted answers. She’d probably discovered he’d been frequently late and skipped a large portion of his classes all together. He cranked his neck as he whined about being naked.
He hoped she’d consider his actions as embarrassment. It was bad enough she’d chosen to enter his room. She’d have to be blind not to notice the growth on his abdomen. Her words rang in his ears as his mom declared it was time to tell her.
Clark’s speed could be considered super slow motion as he turned toward her. He refused to look her in the eyes as he stared at a very interesting spot on the floor. He expected to hear a gasp of shock, oh my god, and you’re … pregnant. His heart pounded in his chest as all he heard was silence. His voice broke as he finally said aloud, “I’m pregnant!”
He heard his name before he was in his mom’s arms and she whispered soothing words to him. He burst into tears as he cried about how sorry he was for disappointing them. His mom continued to hold him until his tears finally stopped.