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It was well past midnight by the time Lena got back to her penthouse after work. She had ended up spending a lot more time out at lunch with Kara and had needed to spend most of the afternoon playing catch-up with her work.
Lena had attempted to excuse herself a couple of times, the pressing anxiety of leaving L-Corp unattended for quite so long weighing down upon her, but each time, her words had died in her throat at the look Kara gave her.
It hadn’t been threatening or angry or anything like that, just filled with so much implacable expectation that Lena couldn’t even conceive of leaving until she was dismissed. Indeed, she had remained, though she stopped eating long before Kara had finished, too full of dumplings and other delights to manage anymore. Of course, Kara hoovered down pretty much everything that was put in front of her, and by the end of it, the bill had been in the hundreds.
Lena didn’t mind that at all, of course, she had offered, after all, but it didn’t stop her from being surprised that Kara would still order that much. Kara always gave the impression of someone who was embarrassed about drawing attention to herself and cared very much about not imposing upon people.
Still, Lena was more than happy to spoil her best friend and favourite reporter, even if it did mean her responses to the German offices were delayed enough that they wouldn’t see them until the next working day. It wasn’t as though Lena didn’t get anything out of it either. Each time Kara had fixed her with that look, the heat that had settled between Lena’s thighs had only grown, and she was surprised that by the end of it that she hadn’t completely soaked her underwear.
It was something of an eye-opener for Lena. She’d known for a while that she liked her partners to be a little forceful and take the lead, but this went beyond that. If Lena didn’t know any better, and right now she wasn’t sure that she did, she’d say this was bordering on a full-blown kink and not just a small preference.
After a quick kiss on the cheek from Kara when they’d parted ways that had only made the situation between her legs worse, Lena had spent the afternoon hopelessly frustrated and rubbing her thighs together as she was desperate to work off some of the tension she’d built up over lunch.
She was far too professional to hike up her skirt whilst she was working in her office, no matter how temptingly taboo such a thing was. Besides that, she was a Luthor, composed and in control of her libido. She could wait until she got home to play with herself until she couldn’t feel her legs.
And now that she was home, Lena intended to do just that. She couldn’t even be bothered to set her clothes aside neatly as she usually did, instead tossing her jacket aside and kicking off her heels as she made a beeline for her bedroom.
Her blouse ended up on the floor, where it was quickly joined by her skirt, which she unzipped and stepped out of as it pooled around her feet. Now that she was just in her underwear, Lena practically threw herself onto her neatly made bed, turning over so she faced the ceiling.
Reaching up, she cupped her breasts through the lacy material of her bra, pinching roughly at her nipples and letting out a moan of relief as she was finally able to attend to her needs. Kneading at herself roughly, Lena arched her back and let another moan sing out, filling the room with the sound of her desire.
God, she’d needed this so badly for hours now. Not wanting to even bother with fiddling with the hooks at the back, Lena just pulled the cups down, exposing her rapidly hardening nipples to the cool air so she could tug and pinch at them properly.
Lena’s breasts had never been all that sensitive, though, and it took a fair amount of squeezing and manipulation for her to really start feeling it and for her efforts to have some effect. Closing her eyes, Lena pawed roughly at herself, tugging and plucking at her nipples as she whined and wished she had someone there to do it for her.
With her vivid imagination, it was all too easy for her to envision Kara atop her, palming her breasts in those large and strong hands of hers. Lena writhed in place, her mind’s eye easily conjuring up the image of a naked Kara, fixing her with that imperious look from earlier whilst she toyed with her.
Her overactive and overstimulated mind shifted their positions so Kara was now beneath her, arms wrapped around and holding her firmly in place, all the while, her hands still groping and massaging her breasts.
The Kara of Lena’s imagination kept going, teasing and tracing her way over Lena’s burning skin, but it was all just a warm up for the main event. In Lena’s imagination, one of Kara’s hands left her breast and her fingers danced down over the slight swell of her tummy to rest just at the top of her lacy panties.
In reality, Lena knew it was her own hand that lay tauntingly mere inches away from her soaked pussy, but that was far less appealing than the thought of the newly assertive Kara having her way with her. In fact, the only thing Lena’s fevered imagination could come up with that was even better was the thought of both Kara and Supergirl taking her at the same time.
Immediately, Lena’s mind shifted the scene and all at once. Not only was Kara holding her from behind, but now Supergirl was looming over her like Kara had a little earlier. Her loose hair framed her face and she looked down at Lena with such a smug and superior expression, Lena’s pussy gushed with arousal.
It was the same expression she’d had when she’d been looking over National City, when she’d been unleashed and was looking over the world as though she was its ruler and it was simply her right to reign over it all. Lena certainly wasn’t going to deny her that, and especially not when she was one of Supergirl’s most prized subjects.
“Do you want me, Luthor?” Supergirl’s imagined voice was firm, unyielding and it was all Lena could do to weakly nod. She was rewarded for her submission with Supergirl’s fingers finally slipping under the waistband of her panties to graze over her waxed mound.
“Please!” Lena gasped out, her legs thrashing out as the fingers found the sopping slit. Running them back and forth between her outer lips, it took all of Lena’s restraint not to kick and flail. She was so worked up, even this little stimulation was enough to get her this excited.
In her mind, Kara was holding her down, still caressing her tits whilst Supergirl tormented her as she rubbed her fingers around her pussy but didn’t push them inside like she needed. Lena loved having her pussy filled up, it was what she needed to cum properly and she was starting to get desperate.
“How many fingers?”
“One! Two! All of them!” Lena begged, arching away from Kara as she tried to somehow cram Supergirl’s fingers inside her. “Whatever you want, Supergirl, I’m yours!”
“Of course you are, slut.” Supergirl maintained her calm and measured tone, though she could clearly hear the smugness and superiority in every word. She was in control, as was her right and as she deserved. Her great strength and moral fortitude clearly placed her above humanity, all she needed was to give herself permission.
Finally, one of Supergirl’s perfect fingers pressed into Lena’s pussy, and she wailed in delight as she was filled up. She still needed more, though, even though Supergirl was fucking her so well with just one finger. Her wish was immediately fulfilled as another finger slid inside, and with the one already inside, stretched her out even more.
“Oh God!” She gasped as her pussy was fingered all whilst Kara’s hand kept squeezing and pinching at her nipple.
“She is a god, isn’t she?” Kara whispered into her ear, her chin tucked into the crook of Lena’s neck. “And what do we do with gods?”
“Worship them!” Lena gasped out, praying that the correct answer would be rewarded, and indeed it was, with a third finger. She was completely at the mercy of the two women, the god-like alien and the sweet Kara, and Lena was loving every single moment of it.
She was so stretched out and filled up with Supergirl’s fingers as they found the sensitive spots inside her pussy and mercilessly pressed and rubbed up against them. Supergirl could have asked her to do anything at all and she would have agreed without a second thought and followed her orders happily.
“Please let me cum!” Lena begged, canting her hips forward to shove as much of Supergirl inside her. The only thing that could possibly make this better was if Supergirl was using one of Lena’s strapons to fuck her into oblivion. The stretching that some of Lena’s larger toys provided was incomparable, though Lena did have the idle thought that given Supergirl’s alien biology it was entirely possible that she could fuck Lena herself.
Lena shuddered and gasped as her imagination ran away from her again and she envisioned a thick, throbbing rod between Supergirl’s legs, the perfect instrument to take Lena with and force her to submit to her will.
Maybe she’d even use it to breed Lena and make her bear her children. It really shouldn’t have turned Lena on as much as it did, but the idea of Supergirl just using her as breeding stock to bring Kryptonians back from extinction was just so hot. When she was done with this, Lena clearly needed to have a think about these fetishes that were coming to the surface.
Right now, she had something far more important to do. The fingers filling up her pussy wriggled and flexed, bringing her closer and closer to the climax she desperately craved. Held down and fucked like the slut she was, made to cum over and over until she couldn’t anymore. It was what she deserved for the subterfuge she was planning, no matter how noble her goals in freeing Supergirl from whatever held her back.
Lena wasn’t even bothering to hold back her moaning as she got closer and closer to the orgasm she so desperately needed. Trapped between Supergirl and Kara, Lena was nothing but a toy for them to use, Kara purring sweet nothings into her ear, all whilst Supergirl hovered over her, silent and strong. She didn’t need to say anything, she simply exuded power and authority like it was her birthright, which it was.
“Please, let me cum!” Lena begged pitifully, her hips bucking weakly in her desperation. She needed to cum so badly, she’d give anything and everything for it. Just to witness the expression on Supergirl’s face as she made her cum, the look of pleased dominance Lena was sure she’d have after bringing her slut to climax.
“Cum, then, my slut. Cum for me.”
“Yes, cum for your mistress.” Kara echoed as Lena shuddered and twitched as the fingers inside her twisted and pressed hard against her g-spot. With a scream, Lena came undone, her pussy gushing and completely ruining her panties.
All her muscles locked up as she came, each breath deep and shuddering as she did. After what felt like an age, though in reality it was less than a minute, Lena’s muscles relaxed and she let out a deep sigh of relief.
Opening her eyes, Lena was disappointed to come back to reality, where there was no Kara and no Supergirl touching her. Reluctantly, Lena pulled her fingers free of her pussy and brought them up to her face. They were positively glistening with her sexual fluids, and Lena regarded them for a moment with curiosity.
Normally, she’d just wipe them off, but she was feeling rather adventurous tonight, bolstered by those embarrassing fantasies she’d had. Bringing them to her mouth, she stuck out her tongue to tentatively lick her fingertips. She wasn’t sure quite how to describe the taste, it was definitely more savoury than sweet, and Lena actually rather liked it.
Opening her mouth, Lena sucked each finger in one at a time, cleaning them of her juices and filling her mouth with the taste of her own pussy. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning around her fingers as she finished the cleaning and popped her fingers free of her mouth.
She lay there, still a little breathless, for several minutes, just staring up at the ceiling as she processed what had just happened. Clearly there was more to her attraction to both Kara and Supergirl if she’d managed to get that worked up about it, not to mention the small displays of assertiveness Kara had demonstrated earlier had been way more exciting than Lena had given it credit for.
The slick liquid she’d soaked her panties with was starting to dry now, and it was getting a little uncomfortable for her, so Lena pulled them off and tossed them aside. She’d have to remember to pick them up and put them in the laundry later so they wouldn’t be discovered by the maid the next morning.
With another sigh, Lena relaxed and luxuriated in her post-orgasmic haze. That had possibly been the best orgasm she’d ever had. She could only imagine what it would be like if Kara or Supergirl actually did decide to have sex with her. She had been rather vocal about wanting Supergirl to fuck her and declaring her submission to the heroine.
As she thought about that, a horrifying thought occurred to her. Supergirl had super hearing, so it was entirely possible, if not likely, that she’d heard everything that Lena had said. Of course, given the sheer number of people in National City, her senses were probably so overwhelmed that she was unable to listen in on Lena. Or perhaps Supergirl was able to tune out, otherwise that would be a gross invasion of privacy that Lena was certain Supergirl would never do.
Of course, not anyone else was a Luthor, and if she was going to surveil anyone like that, then Lena was sure she’d be on the top of the list. She wasn’t sure what to think about the possibility that Supergirl had heard her every word. Really, she should be embarrassed about it, but the fact that she wasn’t sure what to feel was pretty indicative that there was a lot more to it.
She doubted that, in her current state, Supergirl would come up and take her like she wanted, but perhaps later if Lena was lucky with her Red Kryptonite plans, that would change.
Staring up at her ceiling, a smile spread across Lena’s face, and she reached up to toy with the necklace she hadn’t bothered to take off in her haste to get onto the bed and fuck herself silly. The wheels were in motion, and hopefully Kara was right about Supergirl’s willingness to endorse her new alien outreach program, then she could really start to make progress with the heroine.
Lena couldn’t wait for it, and she closed her eyes again as she imagined Supergirl, naked and majestic as she hovered above her, eyes glowing red. It was glorious and terrible, and so much of a turn on. Lena could feel herself getting wet again, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Maybe she would get one of her dildos out this time. Even if she didn’t, she probably wasn’t going to be getting much sleep tonight.