章 1150: 47 -||
Lemon Start
Max chuckled and lowered his boxers, revealing his erect cock for Kara's viewing pleasure. As Kara made no secret of gawking at his manhood, he himself took a moment to appreciate the sight of a topless Kara in his bed. Seeing her out and usually in her uniform, she seemed downright majestic. Clad in blue and red as Supergirl, she seemed to be a wholesome symbol of untainted power; an ideal to strive after, much like her cousin. But there, alone with him, she seemed so human, and it had nothing to do with the loss of her powers. That was how she always was.
Max stepped forward and slowly maneuvered himself between Kara's legs. Gently, he pushed her knees apart and crawled up to her until the only thing separating their privates was a thin layer of fabric, "Well, maybe not all of 'em."
Kara's heart thudded inside of her chest as her nerves finally kicked in. She had been so confident up until this point, but reality was staring her in the face with the most calming brown eyes. It was almost as if he were the one with x-ray vision, the way he saw through her.
Max offered a gentle smile, leaning forward to the point where he hovered just out of her reach, "This is the time to worry about what you want. So, you tell me. Right now, more than anything else, what does Kara Zor-El want?"
She didn't even have to consider the question, "You," She whispered.
Max kissed her briefly, moving his hands to her hips to remove the last barrier between him and his girlfriend's womanhood. He could see she was still a tad nervous, so tried to keep things as casual as he could for as long as he could, "How long have you been on Earth, babe?" He asked, trying to somewhat distract Kara as he slid her panties down past her knees.
It took Kara a moment to register that Max was speaking to her, "Huh? Oh, uh, fifteen months, I think."
At that, Null paused and looked up at her face curiously, "You'd have only started being Supergirl like a month or two before I started stealing," Which meant that she had been just as new to heroing as he had been to thievery when they met, "Damn, you've seriously been Supergirl the whole time you've been here," And he knew for a fact that such a role wasn't the kind of thing that you got to choose your own hours for.
"Yeah, I kinda hit the ground running, didn't I?" Kara said proudly.
In Max's mind, that just meant that Kara was far overdue for some 'me time', "This whole time, you've been running around trying to take care of everybody else," He clicked his tongue as he slipped Kara's panties past her feet and set them aside, "Well, that just means it's my turn to take care of you. I'm gonna teach you how to be more selfish, girl."
Kara slowly spread her legs for him. Even though she had long since made the decision to give herself to him, she found herself unable to look him in the face out of embarrassment, "Y-you want me to be greedy like you?" Kara tried to tease, though its effect was diminished by the color in her cheeks.
"Why not?" Max asked as he started to kiss the insides of Kara's thighs, slowly working his way to her core, "Greed may not be good, but it's not so bad either."
Max saw his sense of greed the same way many other people saw things like anger, joy, fear, or other emotions. It was something he could latch on to that he could use to push him. But just like any proper emotion, you could lose yourself to it and be controlled by it. Greed was a motivating tool for him, not something to be controlled by.
"Everybody thinks greed is just for money and power," Max absently said, more focused instead on gently slipping his fingers into Kara's sweet spot, "But that's just a really obtuse way of looking at it. Everybody wants something they don't have."
"Oh, my God..." Kara breathed out. Flat on her back, she found it hard to remain still. The girl squirmed underneath the touch of her lover, "It feels so different when someone else does it."
Max found Kara to be extremely wet, simply from the use of two fingers alone. The poor thing. He had to go easy with her or she'd be overwhelmed. Still, if the bare minimum of this level of intimacy was enough to get a comment out of her...
Kara tried and failed to suppress a delighted squeal when Max pressed his mouth to her pussy. Fingers holding open Kara's sensitive folds, the tip of Max's tongue danced about inside. She grabbed Max's hair and pulled him to her. Whatever she had to do to bring herself closer to this source of pleasure. The deeper he probed, the more her body trembled.
'This is so easy, it's kind of unfair,' Max amusedly thought to himself as he spun his tongue about Kara's insides. Her outright newness to sex, combined with what was likely a new level of sensitivity for her Kryptonian body made for oral on easy mode. Each motion he made was met with a new sound of approval from his audience of one, 'Alright, time to go for the kill.'
The instant Max's tongue brushed the fleshy little nub that was Kara's clit, her legs wrapped tightly around his head, "Maaaax!" She cried out, "Max, don't stop! Please!"
Had Kara not been temporarily relieved of her powers, Max felt there could have been a good chance he would have been nursing a broken neck by now. Still, the lady's wish was his command. Max forced Kara's legs back apart, spreading her as wide as possible so that he could devour her properly. Unable to contain herself, Kara bucked wildly against his tongue.
She could feel a warmth in her build greater and greater, until finally she could take no more. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her entire body shuddered, her toes curled, her fingernails dug painfully into Max's scalp. When Max finally pulled his head up to look over his handiwork, he found Kara splayed out, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, "Wow."
Taking that as a sign of a job well done, Max savored the taste of Kara's juices and continued his ministrations, kissed her from her pubic area, up to her stomach, up to her breasts, stopping to fondle the gorgeous mounds and suck on her perky nipples. The girl cooed underneath him and wrapped her arms around his head and neck, encouraging him to continue.
Before either of them knew it, night had settled. Moonlight beamed in through the window. Max pulled away to gaze at Kara's naked frame bathed in white light, "You're beautiful, Kara," It felt like stating the obvious, but she really was to him. And it wasn't just physical.
Partially wrapped up in the sheets, Kara simply smiled up at him, her previous nerves a thing of the past once the edge had been taken off, "Show me."
Only clad in his boxers, it was clear to Kara that Max was painfully hard from the outline alone, and had still been as patient and giving as he had been. Odd, for someone who claimed to be greedy.
Max looked into her eyes and momentarily got up from the bed. Kara watched with rapt attention as he obtained a condom from the nightstand. She bit her lip in anticipation when Max shifted and reassumed their previous position; this time though, with his cockhead pressed against the entrance to her pussy. Kara's tunnel vision was interrupted with a splash of lubrication.
"Cold!" Kara exclaimed.
Max quickly apologized and set the small bottle aside, "Sorry," Though the grin on his face showed he knew what he'd been doing.
Kara pouted up at him, but once she felt Max's dick slowly press inside of her, her breath hitched. Finally. No excuses, no interruptions.
"Do it," Kara whispered repeatedly, each time getting more desperate, almost to the point of begging.
Max slowly inserted himself into Kara, pushing past the slight resistance he met along the way. At that, Kara bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. Once fully inside of the girl, Max took a moment to let Kara adjust. Internally, he thanked his lucky stars. He hadn't considered it until it was done, but trying to pop Kara's cherry if she had her powers may have had the potential to be an ordeal for both of them.
Kara eventually reached up to wrap her arms around Max's neck, bringing him down for an embrace. Face full of Kara's breasts, Max took that as his cue to begin slowly thrusting. Kara moaned and arched her back underneath Max as he picked up the pace. Grabbing both of Kara's hands with one of his own, he pinned them to the bed above her head and kissed his way up her neck, continuing to pound into her all the while.
Max felt Kara's ankles hook together behind his back and switched to long, deep strokes. Kara wanted him deeper, needed him there, "You're amazing," Max said to her, directly in her ear before nipping at the lobe, "You deserve anything you want."
"You're mine," Kara fitfully moaned.
"I'm yours," Max agreed.
"Max..." Kara desperately panted, "I want... I want... can I please...?" Kara gazed up at him pleadingly, yet unable to get a full thought out, "Mmmm..." Max pacified her with a caress of the cheek, his thumb brushing the edge of her mouth. Kara mewled shamelessly.
"Use your words like a big girl," Max teased.
"I want to be on top," Kara eventually managed to say, "Can I try?"
As if he would have a problem with anything Kara wanted to do. Max's only regret was that he had to pull out, if only momentarily. When he laid down on his back, cock sticking straight up into the air, Kara bolted upright and swung a leg over Max's stomach. Oh, so she was going reverse cowgirl. How bold, "Was this one on your list or something?"
"Right at the top," Kara admitted with no hesitation, "Little help, please?"
Max gripped the base of his cock as Kara pushed herself up, giving him a brilliant view of her dripping wet pussy and tight little asshole. Ideas filled his head when she wiggled her backside at him, 'Later,' he told himself, 'Let's put a pin in that grenade for when it isn't her first time.'
Kara carefully lowered herself, taking Max's full length from underneath. From where she sat on her knees, she felt Max give the soles of her feet a quick tickle, eliciting a laughing yelp from her. His hands grabbed onto Kara's posterior, fingers digging into the supple flesh, "Giddyup."
Kara giggled, "Yah," She began to bounce in place, the bed creaking with every motion she made.
From where he lay, Max's mouth flew open as involuntary moans and groans were drawn from him, "Fuck, Kara..." He had severely underestimated Kara's spirit and eagerness to ride, "You're a fucking natural."
"Mmm-hmm," Kara hummed, placing her hands atop Max's as he helped her go up and down. She had managed to find her own sweet spot, and was intent on milking her boyfriend for all he was worth.
Amid the sound of the bed rocking and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, Max had a moment of conflict. In the beginning, he had been content to go at Kara's pace, having expected her to be more hesitant and restrained, what with her inexperience. As it turned out, she had the potential to be a little dynamo in the sack, and he found less reason to restrain himself.
A sharp thrust upward as Kara was descending elicited a low, shuddering groan from the girl, and Max's decision was made. He began matching her rhythm and pumping up into her, again and again. Before long, Max grabbed underneath Kara's thighs and pulled her legs forward. Her balance compromised, she fell back onto his chest, but this did nothing to stop Max. It had been exactly what he had intended.
"Max..." Kara softly murmured as she was shifted onto her side. From behind, Max kept a grip on the inside of one thigh, pointing her leg into the sky as he went to town from behind. She reached back and wrapped her arm around his head, pulling his cheek to the side of her jiggling chest.
"You like this, Kara?" Max growled possessively, hardly able to keep his lips off of her, any part of her he could kiss or nip at, "You see what you get? You see what you get when you're my fucking girl?"
"Yes!" Kara yelled out loudly. She was at Max's mercy, putty in his hands as he slid in and out of her velvet tunnel, "All the time! I want this all the time!"
With the single-minded focus of a man intent on making a goddess feel mortal, Max forced Kara fully onto her belly and spread her legs apart. Palms planted on both sides of her, his hips dropped down on her from above like a piledriver. Kara cried out in delight, her fingers digging into the sheets underneath her. Every time Max sheathed himself inside her to the hilt, she squirmed desperately.
Every time Max filled her up, Kara whimpered in response. Her pussy clamped down on his dick, and her entire body tensed up. Words failed her in the moment, "Aaaah! Buh! Mmm!" Kara eventually screamed face down into a pillow.
The feeling was mutual on Max's part. He could feel himself drawing close to his own climax, and kept ramming into her cunny furiously. Kara shook and moaned as Max drilled her as fast and as hard as he could.
He couldn't hold back. He didn't want to. The inevitable finally came to pass, "Kara! Cumming!"
It was the last intelligible sound Max found himself capable of making until he finally shot his load into the condom. His mind was in a fog, his muscles felt momentarily devoid of strength. Chest heaving as he basked in the afterglow, he kept himself poised above Kara, still inside of her.
Lemon End
In a matter of seconds, Max started to catch his breath, simultaneously feeling himself soften. He gently ran a finger up and down Kara's bare back. She was beautiful, glistening with sweat as she lay there peacefully, coming down from her second orgasm of the night.
Arms underneath her, Kara looked over her shoulder and smiled tiredly. She had lost her virginity, and it had been a blast. It was a milestone, and she couldn't help but be pleased with herself, "Yaaaay..." She cheered weakly.
Max chuckled and rolled off of Kara to sit against the headboard, "I can honestly say, I didn't think you had that in you," He remarked, pulling the spent condom off of himself to flick into a nearby trash can.
"I'm adaptable," Kara replied, crawling over to curl up against Max. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing a content sigh from the girl, "Thank you," She eventually said.
"Thank me?" Max said in confusion, "Kara, you were amazing."
She always was; she always had been. So kind, patient, understanding; dare he say, loving. But she had fire. There was an anger in her that others would have told her to keep suppressed, that she herself tried to keep down, but it was a part of her, just as much as the good. In fact, Kara was too good for him – that had always been the case. But it didn't matter, because he wanted her. She was worth it. She was worth anything.
'Mine,' Max thought to himself, eyes closed. He gave Kara a squeeze and a kiss on the brow. In return, she nuzzled her head underneath his jaw. Max took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Kara's kiwi shampoo, 'All mine.'
-For as long as she wanted to be. For as long as she would have him.
In the dark and quiet of the now still bedroom, Max eventually came to a decision. One that had been a long time coming.
Max prompted the girl in his arms with a gentle shake, "Kara?"
"Hmm?" Kara hummed sleepily.
There was only a second of thought. A pregnant pause before three important words left his mouth, "I love you."
Three words, three syllables, yet once they passed through Kara's brain, they hit like a truck. The naked girl pushed herself up off of his chest to look straight into his eyes, "What?"
"I love you," Max repeated, more resolutely this time.
They had been together for months. Even though they should have in theory been on opposite sides of the line that stood between good and bad, they had risked their lives together, fought together, watched the entire universe nearly brought to the brink together. They knew one another intimately, and now biblically. It shouldn't have been a surprise to her to hear Max say such a thing, but it was... because it was him.
"Do you really mean that?" Kara asked tried to find a hint of deceit or uncertainty in his face.
There was none. Max didn't lie. He may have omitted details when it suited him, but outright lying was not his forte. His poker face was horrible.
"Yes."
Kara found herself at a loss for a moment, before her eyes narrowed accusingly, "...You're not just saying that because I gave it up to you, are you?"
"I'd like to think it's not that easy," Max deadpanned before smiling. He reached out and cupped Kara's chin gently, "You earned this shit... whatever that's worth to you."
What was it worth? More than Max assumed it would have meant, judging by Kara's reaction.
Tears pricked at Kryptonian girl's blue eyes; happy ones. Kara nodded in acceptance, smiling wide before pouncing on Max. She smothered him with kisses, sweet and innocent. There was no lust to it, despite their state of undress, just sheer joy – a stark contrast to their previous activities, "I! Love! You! Too!" Kara said between smooches.
He loved her – Him, a human boy, unafraid of the last girl from Krypton, who had never put her on a pedestal because of her powers and her family. He, who had treated her as an equal and cared for her as a person, not for the symbol she represented, but for who she was; the woman underneath the red and blue. He was rough around the edges, maybe a little tarnished, but to her, he was beautiful, and more importantly, he was hers.
And she loved him – Her, a budding hero with all the potential in the world, and the world itself watching her, unconcerned about cavorting with a known thief. She, who never tried to change him, but still saw all the good in him that he was capable of and believed in him. She, who was one of only a handful of people in the world Max could say truly cared for him to her core, who would give of him her trust and her body, unconditionally.
Max was over the moon. Wrapping his arms around Kara's waist, he returned her energy, rolling around in the bed with her, kissing her with all the vigor she gave to him. A triumphant feeling rushed through him, greater than pulling off any heist or success in combat. Was this what winning felt like?
Why not? He had saved the world. Standard heroic clichés would have then dictated that he also then get the girl.
Only... he wasn't a hero.
Yes, he was friends with heroes, was in a relationship with a hero, was on good terms (for now) with many heroes, and his actions had helped lots of people.
...But he was also friends with villains, had been in a relationship with a villain, was on good terms (or at least not on bad terms) with many villains, and had done things that had hurt people and caused no shortage of trouble.
He had friends and enemies, supporters and detractors, in both camps alike. Where he stood in the grand scheme of things was a mystery, because even he didn't know. On any given day, he had just as much chance of rubbing the good guys or the bad guys the wrong way, or winning them over. Where he resided on the spectrum of heroes and villains all depended on what he wanted at whatever particular moment.
No, Maximillian Gabriel was not a superhero. He never was. He never wanted to be. He probably never would be. But that wasn't so bad. After all, he had everything he could think of wanting... for now, anyway. And whenever that changed?
Well, consequences be damned, he could probably just find a way to take it.
THE END
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