Batman typed away on his computer in the Watchtower, fingers a blur as he worked, when I opened the door. He didn't even glance up. "Got a name for you, Clark," he said without pause. I lifted an eyebrow. "A name?" I said, attempting not to put the doubt into the voice. "We're going with something new," he said eyes glued to the monitor, fingers still moving in a furious tempo across the keyboard. "An upgrade," he said.
He gave me a dossier upon which he had scrawled his jerky handwriting: "Nathan Cornsweat." I read it off slowly, playing with the way the words sounded. "Nathan Cornsweat," Batman echoed, his head jerking in agreement. "It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
"Nathan Cornsweat?" I echoed, still back in my own mind at a loss on how absurd it was, until I promptly remembered that was allegedly my new name now. "You're joking?"
Batman finally glanced up, a sarcastic grin spreading across the corner of his mouth. "Not my first choice, either, but it will do. Low-profile, no connection to our world. And besides, we're not exactly looking for a superhero name here."
I could not disagree with his logic and I could grow to love this name despite the fact that it sounded so strange. "What's the backstory," I told him, taking the file and flipping it open. The sheet was filled with closely laid-out numbers and data regarding my new life as Nathaniel Cornsweat.
"You're a midwest farmboy," Batman started, his stern voice unbroken, despite the absurdity of the situation. "Parents killed by a twister. You've got no powers, no alien blood. You're an ordinary guy who has a good heart. You've got an Agricultural Science degree from some small-town college, and you've come to Metropolis to do some good."
I gazed at him, the burden of the lie heavy in my stomach. "Agricultural science," I breathed, trying to piece it all together. "In a city where the nearest cornfield is probably on the other side of the universe."
Batman leaned back in his chair, cape spreading across his lap like a dark pool. "It's a niche market, Clark—Nathan," he corrected with a smile. "Metropolis needs someone to teach the kids where their food comes from, and who better than you?"
I nodded, fighting the lump in my throat. "So, I'll be a... farming teacher?" The words did not come so naturally.
"A City Agriculture Instructor," replied Batman, his tone still level. "Metropolis High School or the Youth Center. Pick one."
I winced, smoothing my locks. "Youth Center it is, then." It was a practical decision; I could keep an eye on the city's future and do a little bit of good for teens in the bargain. And the idea of wading through the politics and soap operas that were the high schools made my head spin. It'd also be embarrassing looking back on my old life at high school and telling them now I was the teacher.
"Good call," nodded Batman in appreciation. "You're hired effectively immediately. You've got your new ID, keys to your new place, and contacts. You'll fit in quicker than you know."
I gazed at the new photograph and name on the ID card that had succeeded in making me look like I was a corn-fed farmhand and not a superhero. The flat keys were carried on a tractor-shaped key ring, that I couldn't help but smirk at. "Thanks," I told and shoved the card into my pocket.
"Don't mention it, Nate," Batman said, glancing at the screens once more. "And remember, your job isn't just for show. You're there to keep an eye on the streets, not just to play with soil and seeds. The youth are the future. Inspire them."
I nodded, finally stuffing the keychain into my pocket. "Okay, I will," I told him, ignoring how the name 'Nate' felt like an awkward costume. I took a step back away from him and his dark vigilance, exiting the door to that room. The Watchtower was more quiet than I expected, the buzz of tech the sole witness to my thoughts as I made for the teleporter.
With my omnisience, I accessed the teleporter as a kid plays with a toy. The air around me churned and billowed in color, and I was dropped into the middle of a crowd-filled street in Metropolis. The buildings towered above me, an entirely different pace from the space-faring Watchtower. The rumble of traffic, the acrid stench of fumes, and the cacophony of the crowd beset me like a tidal wave. It had been long enough since I'd been so... earthily attuned.
With a quick bus ride, I was outside my flat, which was in one of the quieter neighborhoods in the city. I paused to take a whiff of the fresh—well, as fresh as it gets in Metropolis—air before I entered. The flat itself was a postage-stamp-sized affair, barely big enough to hold a couch, a kitchenette, and a bed that folded into the wall at a moment's notice. Classic Bat-form minimalism, I assumed. I was dressed down in the new 'civilian' look: well-worn jeans and a flannel shirt. Glasses were added at the last, completing the disguise of the unobtrusive farm boy urban teacher.
"Supergirl I know you're here." I shouted across the silence in the flat. "You might as well come out. I can hear you assembling that Ikea chair."
A minute afterwards, she ran out of the bedroom, looking somewhat crumpled and with a half-assembled chair in her arms. "Nate!" she exclaimed, letting the chair fall. "You're early!"
I caught the chair before it hit the ground, the movement faster than I'd anticipated the action. Supergirl's eyes grew wide behind her glasses, and her face twisted with the expression as if she had just learned her entire life was a story just for our pleasure. "You're not supposed see that," she stuttered, her face flushing with embarrassment.
"I see you're here as a welcoming committee," I commented with a smile and placed the chair down. "How's the decorating going?"
Supergirl's face grew redder yet. "I was just... helping," she said, straightening up. "Batman said you needed a place to stay, and I figured you'd need someone to... you know, make sure everything was in order."
Supergirl was like a new puppy with a new chew toy, bouncing along with cheer and desperate to do everything just right. But I had to draw a lines "Kara, you really don't need to go all out for me," I told her, holding up my own hands. "A bed and a refrigerator that doesn't look at me as if I'm stealing are enough."
Her smile didn't falter. "But Nate," she continued, slipping into the new name with ease as though she'd done it all along, "I do. You're like... family now, and I know how hard it is to come into a place like this not knowing anybody."
I couldn't deny that. Kara'd had her own whirlwind when she'd crashed on Earth, so I knew she'd be sympathetic to visitors looking for a home. "Okay, okay," I said, hands held up in mock defeat. "But if you get lost again at Ikea, phone me."
Supergirl laughed, the sound ringing off the apartment like a bell. She grabbed her toolbox and flew off back into the bedroom, leaving me in the living room with my thoughts. And those thoughts was MOST DEFINITELY NOT PG-13. I mean, come on. Supergirl in my apartment, perky, ready to assist and with just the whisper of sunrise and optimism in her perfume. It was like the universe had dumped a supercharged crush in my lap and told me not to look.
Well, it couldn't possibly do any harm, trying my luck. I'd lose nothing but a friend. And some dignity if she rejected me with her laser eyes, but I'd endured worse. Much worse. "Kara," I pressed in a bit of a rougher tone. "Can you... I mean, would you come here for a minute?"
The sound of her footsteps was music to my ears when she emerged from the bedroom, drying her hands on her skirt. "What's up?" was her sparkle-eyed greeting.
"I was just thinking," I began, in an effort to sound nonchalant, "if you can like... help me unpack?" It was the lousiest thing I could think of, but it was preferable to standing at the door forever. Kara's eyes sparkled like I'd asked her that she could have free ice cream for the rest of her life.
"Okay!" she replied, letting the tool bag drop and moving over by me. Her breasts were a good handful in size, jiggling within her tight shirt with every step, and I had to force my gaze away. Her rear end was even prettier, a beautiful heart-shaped one I imagined I could slide my hand back and grasp and never let go.
"Thanks," I grunted, motioning with my hand. "Sit down." She did, her dress riding up somewhat so that I could see a flash of her long, muscular legs and be treated to a glimpse at the red underpants she was wearing under the dress. Like red cape before a bull, and I knew I needed to get closer. "So, Kara," I started, making an effort at an even tone as I sat down beside her, "do you ever... miss home?"
Her gaze cut through mine, and for a brief moment, I caught the vulnerability behind the superhero veneer. "Yeah," she offered, "sometimes. It's difficult, you know, being so far from all I ever knew."
I reached out and touched her, lightly tracing my hand across the top of her knee. "I know," I told her, tracing circles with my thumb on her skin. "But you're not isolated, Kara. You've got friends here. You've got me."
I needed to be careful and not allow the hunger to flash across the eyes despite touching her thigh. She was responding to the touch, her breath was held for a second as she came in closer to me. "Nate," she breathed, taking my hand in hers and squeezing the hand softly. "I don't know if this is a good idea."
Her protest was feeble, and I could read the desire in her eyes. She was lonely as I was, and we were hungry for an intimacy that did not involve saving the world or bracing for the imminent invasion of aliens. "Kara," I whispered, turning to her, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But I think we could both use a little... comfort."
Her eyes ran over mine, and she bit her lower lip, the soft flesh trapped between her teeth. So human, so hungry, and I knew she desired what I did. "I... I don't know," she panted, but I stepped into her, my hand running up her leg, my thumb caressing the edge of her panties. She gasped, but she didn't take a step back. "Nate," she panted, and the way it sounded made me absolutely bricked.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered hovering nearby and kissing the neck, the skin so gently beneath the lips. She shivered, her hand reaching up to cradle the back of my head, her breath hot against my cheek. "Kara," I said once more, this time in a whisper. "Let me show you how much I care."
Her eyes stayed in mine for a moment, and then she bent forward and kissed me with her lips. It was the gentlest, sweetest kiss I ever had, the way a butterfly settles on a flower. But it deepened, grew more insistent, her tongue crossing over mine, and I was no longer her friend.
I groaned and deepened the kiss, my hand rising to grasp her breast. Softer than I was anticipating, the ideal size to fill the hand, and her nipple was already hardened, a tiny firm nub that was begging for sucking. She groaned inside my lips, her back bowing so that she could settle further inside me.
"Nate," she panted, her voice heavy with desire, "We shouldn't..." But I didn't notice. I had removed my shirt, and her eyes got even bigger as she stared at the definition of chest muscles, the ripple of the muscles in the stomach as I inched closer and closer to her. My pants were off once more, and I was showing her the sight of my huge, fleshy dick that was already erect and at attention. It was a cock that could make any pornstar jealous, and her eyes were glued firmly on the shaft.
Growling like an animal, I force her back on the couch, my hands strong yet gentle as I held her hips. Her skirt was lifted and now her panties were a bright red and in the open, my dick pressing against her thigh, hungry for a taste for more of her. Kara held her eyes wide, though saying nothing, her panting in jerky breaths as her eyes were upon me. "Nate," she panted, her voice with desire and need.
I kissed her again, lusting for her with potent desire, our tongues meeting in battle as I pushed my hand between her panties. Her cunt was wet, the strong smell of her lust closing in around the room. Her clit was a small, bony nub, as I stroked her , her legs clamped fiercely around the waist. She moaned into the lips, her hands clenching at the sofa as I worked her, her body convulsting with rapture.
I slammed into her with force that sent shockwaves throughout her whole system. She was clenching as I was learning this new body for the very first time. Her cunt gripped me with a vice that had me gasping at the raw feeling. I could feel every inch of her hot, wet walls and I plunged deeper, feeling like I was going to cum at any given moment. "Oh, Nate," she whimpered with her eyes closed and her body trembling under me.
Before long the slapping of skin on skin was the only noise in the room. Her sobbing grew more intense with every thrust, her body shooting off the sofa halfway to me. Her breasts were a perfect handful and they bounced with every jarring motion of my hips, and I couldn't help but lean forward and wrap one of her nipples in my lips, rolling the hard tip with the tip of my tongue as I kept hammering at her like I was never going to let up. She was like heaven, like raw, unadulterated lust, and she did nothing but make me want her more.
Every drive created waves of elation running through my body, and I could sense I was gradually making my way closer and closer over the edge. "You're so fucking tight," I growled, thick with desire, and I slapped her thigh, creating a reddened handprint down her leg. "You like that, don't you?"
"Y-yes," she stammered, her face dewed with rapture. "Oh, Nate, harder." Her words were a benediction of desire, and I was ready and willing to comply. I increased the pace, driving my dick into her with a brutality that curled her toes.
My fat balls were slapping against her ass that was sending shivers down the spines, the reality striking me between the eyes that I was fucking Supergirl. I could feel her cummiing around my cock, her cunt walls closing down upon me like a vice. The sensation was so strong that I bit down upon the lip so I wouldn't lose it at this time. Her moans increased in volume, and she scratched nails down upon my back, leaving tiny half-moons of the pain-pleasure that did nothing but compel me further. "Oh god," she screamed, the body jerking under me as she came. Her juices came out around my cock, showering it in a warm, gooey mess that got me grunting in contentment.
But I was still not done. I have to cum inside her, own her, fill her with my seed. "Kara," I grunted in her ear, rough and hard, "I'm gonna cum inside you. Are you ready?"
She opened her eyes wide, looking up at me in shock and lust. "Y-yes," she could barely whisper. "Do it, Nate. Fill me with your kids."
I couldn't resist any longer. One final, huge surge, and I bent forward and put my hand over her mouth, muffling her screaming climaxes as I rode myself deep into her, my cock slamming home with the impact of my orgasm. The sensation of filling her to the brim with my spunk was beyond description, a whirlwind combination of power and pleasure that left me feeling that I could accomplish anything.
"Ah, Fuck," I bellowed, finishing inside her. I pulled out, still shaking with the aftereffects of cumming. She was a mess, her pussy slit wide and leaking my semen down her legs and onto the sofa, but this girl was a complete and utter goddess. I didn't give her time to recover, though, and turned her so that she was on her belly, her ass in the air like an offering to the gods. This was a sight that could get a saint saying his Hail Marys.
She was shocked with wide eyes, but did not protest, too captivated, gasping for breath. "Again?" she panted, and I could do no more than snarl, spanking her buttock and before I thrusted at her again and again, her fluids and my semen mixing in a holy lubricant. This time, no longer restraining myself, her moans became howls that I felt at the bottom of my stomach.
"Stupid dog," I growled, grasping her hips and picking up the pace, pounding her with a bullet train intensity, "You're just a slutty little alien dog, aren't you?" She whimpered, still her back against mine, starving for more. "Say it," I bit out, spanking her again, leaving a second reddened handprint across her death-white body. "Say it, Kara."
"I'm a slutty little alien dog," she moaned, the words escaping her like a confession. "I'm yours to use, Nate. Use me, please."
With that, and she came, her pussy clinging to my cock. I felt her orgasm washing over her, and I felt she was swept away with ecstasy. I plunged my hand against the back of her head, holding her face into the couch pillow as I fucked her mercilessly. Her muffled cries of ecstasy were hymns to my heart, and I felt that I owned her.
For more lubrication, I spat upon the base of my prick and observing the spittle slide down and intermix with the greasy filth the two of us were drenched in. She was so dampened that the spittle was not needed, but it was more for me and less for her. It was an atavistic, animalistic fucking, a show of strength that made her cunt grip me in all the tighter.
Getting closer and closer to the cumming, the ragged breaths grew more and more frequent, hips pumping more and more irregularly. I could feel the compression happening in my balls, the volcano inside me basically primed and ready to blow. "FUCK, Kara," I snarled, her name escaping off my lips like a prayer. "I'm gonna fill you up again."
Her sole answer was a stuporous moan, her face embedded in pillows of the sofa. She was in her own heaven, and I was content to be the man who was carrying her there. One final driving stroke and I came, my cock spouting shaft after shaft of thick cum deep inside her. She groaned, her body jerking as she experienced me fill her anew, her cunt muscles closing at me in a desperate striving at raking every final drop.
Pulling out, and I could not help but stare at the sight. Her bottom was flushed with the spanking, her cleft puffed and dripping, my cum spouting her like a gusher. "Look what a mess you've made," I snarled, the voice low and thick with desire. "You're nothing more than a slutty little dog, aren't you?"
Her eyes glazed with shyness and orgasm, she nodded, not one word spoken. "Good," I breathed and stood up, grabbing her by the hair. "Clean this up." I pushed her face into the couch cushions, making her wiggle and moan, her tongue reaching out to lick up the mess we'd made. Her mouth found my cock instead, and she took it in with a greed that surprised even me. "That's it," I encouraged, hand twisting in her hair as she licked me clean with her tongue and toyed with the sensitive tip with her tongue. "You're a good girl."
Her face drew inwards as she went way down, her throat constricting around the shaft of my hardness. I moaned, becoming rigid again. It was pure heaven, and I could not fathom the fact that she was ready to do this for me. She was gazing upwards, her eyes brimming with a mixture of desire and submissiveness, and I realized that she adored it every inch as much.
"Suck my balls," I growled, still coarse from our coarse play. She didn't flinch, her wet tongue licking down the shaft to nibble at my balls, her teeth clicking at the tender areas. It made me dizzy-headed, my prick against her cheek as she tugged at one of my balls, her tongue circling and circling in circles. She was a convert, sucking and licking with a fervor that made me struggle not to cum.
I took both of my hands full of her hair and forced my dick back into her mouth. She gagged on it, her throat closing around me as she swallowed me whole, her cheeks caved in from the effort. "Deeper," I growled and forced her head down so my cock was stuck in her throat. Tears were welling in her eyes, but she didn't fight it and sucked me in like a fuck toy.
Her moans were stifled on my cock as the orgasm was building up. "You're gonna swallow every last drop," I growled at her, the rumble rough with the struggle not to give in. "Every. Last. Drop." She nodded, still staring up at me, a look of fear and desire in her eyes.
One final time, I blasted into her mouth, the searing jets of cum striking the back of her mouth. She gagged but swallowed, her face bloated as she continued and swallowed it all. "Good girl," I gasped, rubbing the head of my cock back and forth against her cheek. She gazed back at me, her lip a froth of cum and saliva, and I felt like a king.
**
There was a scent of sex and perspiration in the room, and I was tense. I gazed down at Supergirl, her still-hooded head still lying upon my thigh, my dick half-drooping though still glistening with her spittle. "Kara," I whispered, softly. "Kara, wake up."
She opened her eyes and looked at me with a slobby smile, her cheek sticky with our combined juices. "Nate," she gurgled with contentment. "That was..."
"A mistake?" I cut in. "But a good one." I couldn't help but think I had commited a crime, although the sensation of the warmth of her body still lingered on me. We had come to the point of no return and could never turn back. But now I could feel nothing but... calm. As though I had regained a part of me that I had been missing.
Supergirl sat up and cleaned the semen from her lips with the back of her hand. She gazed at me, and there was something in her eyes that I'd never seen before. A mix of vulnerability and... understanding. "It's okay, Nate," she said, her voice soft. "We're all just trying to figure things out."
I nodded, running my thumb over her cheek. "I know," I whispered, my voice so low that it bordered on a whisper. "But it's different for us, isn't it? We're not like everyone else. We're... more."
Superheroes bore such weight upon their shoulders, it was no surprise that I was able to get with Supergirl. We were all human at the end of the day, with the same fundamental needs. And sometimes, we just needed a break from saving the world to lose ourselves in someone else's arms. I had been viewing them as plaques, icons that you could not touch, but since Supergirl? Since having her clutching pussy squeezing the length of my cock, feeling her breathe my name as a prayer, I had come to realize that they were not any different. We were all flesh and blood, and we all needed intimacy.
But judgment day was today, and I couldn't help but wonder if she'd ride off into the sunset at the conclusion of this. Was she going to tell Batman? Would she leave and never come back, leaving me with nothing more than a sticky couch cushion to remember her by? "Kara," I asked, my tone full of apprehension. "Are you... are you going to say anything?"
There was the smallest hint of a smile in her eyes. "Why would I?" she asked still breathlessly. "It's not like we're the first heroes to... you know."
I was washed with relief. "But you're not just any superpowered being," I explained to her. "You're Supergirl. It feels... wrong somehow."
"Wrong?" She was laughing, "It's not wrong, Nate. It is natural. We're lonely. We need this." She was leaning back in, her breasts against me, kissing me gently. "And I'll be back for more."
They were soothing words for an anxious heart, and the guilt growing in me since we began this was relieved. Time for us to get back down off the soapbox. "You're right," I said to her, stroking her cheek gently. "Had to get that off my chest."
I got up, still half-hard with our outing, and reached for my shirt, wearing it again. "But I do need get ready for this job at the Youth Center, though," I explained, struggling to suppress the flip in my gut at the idea of leaving her. "Batman's expectations are... high."
Supergirl was smirking. "You'll be okay, Nate," she taunted, sitting up and readjusting her skirt. "You've got a silver tongue, after all."
I smiled, "Thank you for the vote of confidence, but Batman doesn't mess around with his jobs. And if he ever discovers what we just did..." I trailed off, imagining the repercussions.
"Don't worry," She stood. "Your secret is safe with me." She leaned in close, her breath across the ear. "But maybe you can give me some... extra-credit lessons?"
I could do nothing other than smile at her temerity. "Is that right?" I teased. "Well, I'll have to make sure I give you a passing grade, then."