LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 22: The Reveal
“Kara… we need to talk.”
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
… Yeah, that was about the reaction Harry expected from the sex crazed zombie of an Argoan. Grimacing, he reaches up and grabs hold of her ass cheeks. They’re currently sixty-nining in some barn who knows where, with Kara Zor-El, aka Supergirl, choking herself out on his dick like there’s no tomorrow.
Though, if he didn’t know any better, he’d almost say that it felt like she’d picked up the pace at the sound of his words? Like she’d heard him and understood him perfectly clearly, but just didn’t want to stop? Frowning, Harry tries to push her upwards, off of him, but of course, Kara isn’t having it. The Dark Potion gives him an advantage over her to be sure, but the lithe blonde is altogether desperate.
As Harry sits up, he ends up with an Argoan’s limbs wrapped around his body. Her arms wrapped around his waist and her legs wrapped around his head, Kara squeezes Harry’s skull hard enough between her gorgeous, pale thighs that if he had his normal durability right now, she would almost certainly have crushed his head like a watermelon.
As it is, Harry just grits his teeth as Kara continues to gag and gurgle away at his cock, now upside down. It’s obvious she’s using her super flight to let herself hover a bit, even as she clings to him for dear life.
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
“Kara! You’re being… ridiculous!”
Unfortunately, his magic is still on the fritz after that short battle with Wonder Woman. The Amazonian Princess had blasted right through his suped up magical power, and left it frayed and in tatters. He still had super strength, super durability, and super stamina, but only on par with what Kara naturally had. He couldn’t use any spells to leverage as an advantage like he had back during the battle between him and Ivy versus her, Tea, and Zatanna.
To that end, there was really only one choice, wasn’t there? Harry is staring the obvious answer to his current problems right in the eye after all. He’s just been trying so hard to be better, to not just solve every damn issue with sex. But… there’s no other option.
And so, Harry dives in, his tongue driving deep into Kara’s core as he gives into the blonde’s insistent neediness and begins Olympic Sixty-Nining her right then and there. Kara’s moans reverberate up the length of his cock as he does so, his ‘parseltongue’ driving DEEP into her cunt as he wags it around for a moment.
Kara, for her part, begins to throat his cock even faster, even harder, and it becomes something of an arm’s race between the two of them. Except climaxes are different for men and women, so Harry has the inherent advantage here. Indeed, it’s not long at all before he’s able to bring Kara off with his tongue, driving the blonde to climax stupendously all over his face, squirting her pussy juices down his chest.
Of course, that first orgasm only makes Kara cling to him all the harder, the little gremlin. She spasms and clenches down, and Harry growls, his hands going up to grasp at her thighs, pulling them apart enough with a titanic level of effort to get his head out of the death grip she has it in. Then, he dives forward even harder, calling upon the faint scraps of magic he has on hand to actually elongate his tongue.
If Kara thought it felt good before, she lets out some seriously loud squeals, even muffled by his big fat cock as they are, when Harry’s tongue suddenly covers the length of her cunt, pushing all the way into her womb itself. Writhing it around like a snake or tentacle or whatever one wanted to call it, Harry focuses all his effort on driving Kara absolutely wild.
Another orgasm. And then a third. And then a fourth. Only on the fifth climax that Harry extracts from her does he begin to get somewhere. Of course, at the same exact time, he shudders, feeling Kara’s reverberating moans around his cock finally getting somewhere with HIM as well. The way they’re positioned, her cute button nose is buried in his ball sack as well, and she’s been taking advantage of that fact, breathing in his scent and wiggling her nose into his nuts as they’ve continued on.
With a roar, Harry finally cums, but in turn Kara cums as well even as she’s busy choking down his seed. In her upside down position, trying to swallow a load of cum is… not easy. Ultimately, her vice-like grip on his body finally relaxes as she chokes and gags, her own body involuntarily trying to yank itself away from the source of its distress. Even Argoans had to breathe eventually, it would seem… though shit if it hadn’t taken an awful long time for them to reach that point.
With her grip loosening, Harry uses his own grip on Kara’s thighs to fling her lower body away from his head. With his cock still buried down her throat, this results in her flopping forward rather unceremoniously into the barn’s dirt-packed floor, causing a small localized explosion of dirt and dust to rise up. When it finally clears away, Harry is treated to the incredibly lewd, utterly ridiculous sight of Kara Zor-El, laid out before him, her head tilted back, and his cock still lodged down her throat.
With her neck bulging obscenely as his jizz explodes everywhere, all over her face and the barn floor, Harry slowly pulls out of her throat, withdrawing from the gasping, rasping blonde heroine’s mouth at long last. Only for the rest of his seed to come spilling forth as soon as he does so, the other half of his load expelling from his cock and painting Kara’s front right then and there.
With a sigh, Harry slumps back, sitting there with his legs spread wide and Kara laid out between them. Even now, he imagines the Dark Potion ravaging his body, taking time off his life. But without it, he quite literally wouldn’t have survived this encounter. And once his magic recovered, he could lock Kara down and get out of here, curing both her and himself. Of course, there was still the matter of Tea… but, one step at a time.
“Did you like that, Harry? Did you like my tight young throat, wrapped around your cock?”
Kara’s raspy voice makes him blink, as he looks down to see her wiggling up between his legs, so his cock is draped across her face, her lips able to reach and apply gentle, soft kisses to his balls. She looks at him with one visible eye from around his sizable shaft as she does so, waiting expectantly. Harry blinks again in turn, just staring down at her.
“… I liked it very much Kara, but this isn’t you. This is that damn virus of Ivy’s making you act this way. We need to get you cured. We can’t stay here.”
He knows he’s talking to a brick wall and is fully prepared for Sex Zombie Kara to reassert herself and come at him in another bout of explosive, horny, superpowered sex. But instead of that happening, something else happens. Kara’s face scrunches up, and for a moment she looks almost guilty. Then, her eyes zero back in on his throbbing member, and she goes back to kissing it. However, it’s not nearly what he would expect her to be doing if… well, if she were under the effects of the virus.
Wait, had they managed to cure her back during that fight, before Wonder Woman had interfered? Harry tries to remember, tries to wrack his brain for what exactly had all happened. Was Kara even infected anymore?
“I was actually never infected.”
Harry startles, not having realized he said that last part out loud until Kara responded to it. Whipping his head down to stare at her, the green-eyed wizard has no idea the way his gaze is blazing, making Kara shiver.
“Explain.”
Reluctantly, VERY reluctantly, Kara Zor-El extracts herself out from under his cock and sits up. She immediately wraps a hand around his dick all the same, stroking it up and down like it’s… like it’s her safety blanket or SOMETHING, but at the same time, she manages to look somewhat bashful, not willing to meet his gaze anymore.
“Tea and I… weren’t infected. Not ever. Um… probably because we’re aliens or something? I don’t know…”
That didn’t make sense. They’d been acting INSANE for the entirety of this debacle! If they weren’t, then why?! Why do all of this?!
“Galatea wanted to use Zatanna’s change of priorities to her advantage. To take advantage of the situation, and get more girls addicted to your cock. We were playing the bad guys, and you and Ivy were scrambling around, involving more and more women in everything, so it was working…”
That… that was monstrous. That was… precisely something Tea would do. Harry’s palm meets his face, and slowly runs down it as he groans in annoyance. He’d been played. They’d been played. Half of the things they’d done to try and stop the Argoans and Zatanna under the assumption that all three were infected with Ivy’s sex virus, hadn’t been necessary. So many damn setbacks, so many moments where things could have been handled differently, all because of Tea’s scheming.
Oh fuck, this meant that when he’d been bearing his heart to her back during the attempt at curing the three of them, Tea had been fully cognizant and aware of everything he was saying. She wasn’t infected, she was just fucking evil. Groaning, Harry shakes his head… and then removes his palm from his face to stare at Kara.
“Why… why would you go along with all of this, Kara?”
But in the end, he doesn’t NEED the blonde to respond. It’s been literally staring him in the eye the entire time, hasn’t it? The reason that Kara Zor-El had been so willing to team up with Tea, regardless of their shared immunity to the sex virus. The reason the two Argoans had so eagerly been willing to help each other out, even though their designs were rather monstrous.
The collar around Kara’s neck, with the pulsing piece of Red Kryptonite still lodged inside of it. The damn thing was open this entire fucking time. Call it what you will. Selective blindness, perhaps? Harry and the others had all been so convinced that they knew what the problem was, that it had never even crossed their mind that there might be another reason. Confirmation bias, on a truly ridiculous scale.
Before he even truly realizes what he’s doing, Harry reaches out with his magic and twists. His magic is still very weak and unresponsive compared to what he SHOULD have been capable under the effects of the Dark Potion he’d imbibed, but he has enough power to do this. With a click and a whirl, the still-open choker around Kara’s neck abruptly closes up again, blocking off the effects of the Red Kryptonite within it from the Argoan wearing it.
The magical choker is suddenly just another accessory, and Kara… Kara’s inhibitions are finally back, the blonde going still on the spot as she kneels there in front of him, her beautiful blue eyes wide and her lower lip beginning to tremble.
Harry doesn’t hesitate. Moving in, he wraps his arms around Kara as she immediately breaks down in heavy, heaving sobs.
“S-Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I’m s-so sorry!”
Rubbing soothing circles into the back of the girl who just had her morals returned to her, Harry lets out a sigh.
“Hey… s’not your fault.”
It was Tea’s. The original collar had been designed to lock the two Argoans together, affecting them both with the Red Kryptonite and leaving them at Harry and Zatanna’s mercy. But given that they had somehow split up, Tea obviously wasn’t affected by the Red Kryptonite as much as Kara was. Sure, they were still mostly in each other’s vicinity, which meant it was having some effect on the clone this entire time, but at the same time…
Harry knew better. Long before Red Kryptonite or Sex Viruses had come into play, he’d known what sort of woman Galatea was. It’d started out innocently enough with Hermione. His best friend had WANTED it. Cheetah, he wasn’t so sure about. And then Fleur and Bill’s wedding had come around and things had rapidly escalated past the point of no return.
Galatea was more than capable of a scheme like this, without any outside influence. And… there would have to be a reckoning and punishment for all that she’d done. At the same time though, even now, Harry still loved her. It was ridiculous. He knew that. But love very rarely made sense, right? And… he did in fact love Tea, even now.
Still, that didn’t change the fact that Kara was another of her victims, and so Harry had to comfort her. Not to mention, she was also sort of his and Zatanna’s victim as well in the first place. The Red Kryptonite that had been affecting her all this time… it was his and Zatanna’s doing. Tea had just been abusing it maliciously, but Zatanna was the one who made the magical choker, and Harry had gone along with it.
It hits him then… the crisis is technically over. The Sex Virus is cured. Zatanna was the last actual victim, if Kara and Tea were immune this entire time.
Even though he’s got a lot to be worried about, Harry can’t help the relieved chuckle that escapes his lips, nor can he help how it evolves into a full-blown laugh. Kara stiffens against him as he laughs, before pulling back and giving him a confused look. Heh, for having her inhibitions back, she sure doesn’t mind being naked and in his equally naked lap, now does she?
“It’s over, Kara. We can… we can go back to the others. We’ll handle Tea soon enough, but for now, we need to return and-!”
“No!”
Kara’s exclamation causes Harry to stop in his tracks and blink. He realizes then, how hard she’s holding him. Not hard enough to keep him in place if he didn’t want to, but…
“Kara? Is the choker broken? Are you still feeling the effects of the Red Kryptonite?”
The blonde shakes her head, blushing profusely. Harry isn’t sure he believes her. He reaches out and grabs the magical collar off her neck, pulling it away entirely and flinging it off into some corner of the barn. But her grip on him doesn’t change. She still looks apologetic… but at the same time, her pussy is wet against his cock, and surreptitiously grinding against it, even now.
“I’m s-sorry… but I still want it. I still want you. T-That’s why Tea’s plan is going to work, s-see? Because once we get a taste of you… we can’t get enough. All those women are going to want to come back for more. You’re just too good.”
Harry’s mouth opens… and then closes. He doesn’t know what to say to that. Luckily, Kara is happy to explain, even as she raises herself up… and promptly impales herself upon his cock, riding him right there in his lap.
“I hate what I did. What I helped Tea do. The Red Kryptonite didn’t let me stop Tea from using the virus to further her plans and build you a harem of worshipful sex-addicted girls. Even cured, I doubt any of them can go back to their normal lives. I certainly can’t. That Red Kryptonite… it stripped me of my inhibitions and morals… but even with it gone, I still want you. I still have all these… u-urges…”
She sounds so ashamed of herself, and yet… even with her inhibitions restored, even feeling shame over her actions, she’s clearly still so very horny for him, so very in need of his presence. Its then that Harry truly realizes the problem, at least with Kara specifically. It was never about the sex virus or the red kryptonite, not even for her. The Red Kryptonite didn’t GIVE her these urges, it merely let her act upon them without guilt.
These urges of hers came from countless sleepless nights, from the visions of Tea getting railed by Harry that Kara had been beset by from the moment he and the clone had started up the sexual side of their relationship. Kara… Kara had never stood a chance. And Harry had gotten so caught up in the bigger picture that he’d ignored the trees in favor of the forest.
“Galatea… Tea will keep them busy for a few days. She’ll run them around in loops, before finally coming to us here. They won’t think to look for us here… it’s such an obvious spot, that it’ll be the last place they look. In the meantime… w-would it be so bad for us to spend some time together? To g-get to know each other better? Would that be so… so wrong, Harry?”
Kara was reaching out. An olive branch, to be sure. And given everything she knew about the situation at hand, it wouldn’t be so bad from her perspective. The only thing was…
“Kara, I’m dying. As we speak, I’m losing time off my life. You don’t think I got this strong overnight naturally, do you? To be able to match you and Tea… I had to imbibe a potion that is literally killing me.”
Ivy would probably (hopefully) be fine. She should be able to get access to the system flushers even now, and even if she couldn’t, her ability to control plant life should have let her be able to. But Harry? Out here on a farm of all places? He would love to spend some time bonding with Kara here, but not at the cost of literal years off his life.
Kara’s eyes widen at that, and suddenly she’s looking at him, peering at him really, her expression panicked for a moment. But then the panic turns into confusion, and her brow furrows as she frowns at him.
“… No it’s not.”
That draws another blink from Harry, who doesn’t detect petulance or deceit in Kara’s voice. What is she talking about?
“I’m not sure you can speak with authority on this matter, Kara…”
Squirming, Kara leans in closer, and brings her face right up to his chest.
“I have X-Ray vision. And the ability to see every individual atom of your body on a microscopic level.”
She also has the ability to wiggle her nose and inhale his scent where she’s currently posted up, but Harry wisely doesn’t mention that fact as he grimaces and shifts a bit in his seated position.
“… Alright, and?”
“… What’s happening inside of you right now defies all science. It’s definitely magic. But… it’s not killing you, Harry. Your body would be aging faster, if it was shaving years off your life, right?”
Harry slowly nods.
“Right…”
“But that’s not what’s happening. Rather, your cells are regenerating. Your body is replenishing itself. You’ve reached a point of equilibrium. I’m not sure you’ll ever age again… but I am sure of one thing. You’re only getting stronger.”
That wasn’t possible. He almost says that out loud, before catching himself. Truth be told… what did he REALLY know about the Dark Potion and its side effects? All the things he’d read in the books of course. And while they had certainly seemed to be the authority on the subject, those tomes had been written by wizards from ages past, who had never met Harry before, and certainly never lived in a world where people like Poison Ivy and Supergirl existed.
Kara speaks with such certainty, such honesty, that it’s hard to disbelieve her. She fully believes everything she just said, and from the way she’s gazing at him, he believes she actually can see what she says she’s seeing. What that means for him… Harry can barely begin to comprehend or wrap his mind around. What that means for THEM, however…
“S-So you see! It’s all fine! Zatanna was c-cured, right? And Tea is on the run. So… we don’t have to go in any time soon, d-do we?”
She’s still impaled on his cock, riding him as she begs him to just… stay in hiding with her for a few days more. And it’s unfair, because her tight cunt feels amazing wrapped around Harry’s member. Just as good as Tea’s, which makes since when one considers they’re clones. Harry grimaces, part of him hating the thought of willfully leaving all the others in the dark for a time… but at the same time, doesn’t he owe Kara something like this?
Still…
“I’m not sure staying here in the best idea, Kara. Surely whoever owns this farm isn’t going to want us squatting here…”
That gets a beaming grin from Kara, who wiggles some more upon his cock, continuing to rock back and forth and moan throatily in pleasure as she rides him.
“Y-You, ah, don’t have to worry about that, H-Harry! Nngh, this is my cousin’s old farm… no one’s home at the moment… s’just the two of us, because my, oooh, A-Aunt and Uncle are away on a v-vacation…”
Her cousin, as in Superman. Her Aunt and Uncle, as in Superman’s parents. Harry finds himself blinking again. He’s doing an awful lot of that, recently. Superman lived on a farm? Seriously?
Still, that was probably the least of his worries. Just as finding out that they were alone here on this farm was probably the least of reasons why they shouldn’t just hang out here for a few days while people were searching for them. Even if Tea could keep the Justice League distracted, it wasn’t right… right?
But Kara is VERY persuasive, as she whines pitifully and continues to grind down upon his cock. And Harry… even if the Dark Potion isn’t killing him slowly, which he’s still finding hard to accept, he does need some more time to gain back complete control of his magic. If he’s going to be confronting Tea, or even worse, fighting the Justice League, then yeah, he needs to be able to fight at full power…
As Kara suddenly lets out a wanton moan, tossing her head back and clenching down around his cock in obvious orgasm, Harry curses and has to grab onto her hips, holding on for dear life as her amazing pussy manages to milk him of his release right then and there. As they both exult in the mutual climax, Harry shudders, pumping a hot thick load up into Kara Zor-El. When all is said and done, he hangs his head with a sigh, having made his decision.
“… Alright Kara. You and me. Just until Tea comes looking for us… then, we end this.”
Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, Kara enthusiastically nods, even as she moans, hugging him and embracing him warmly. And Harry… Harry embraces her right back, sighing and chuckling as he surrenders to his baser instincts once more. But then to be fair, this was his fault in the first place. Everything Kara Zor-El had suffered for the past several months was his fault. It was the least he could do to help her out…
-x-X-x-
Walking down the stairs of the farmhouse the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking on the stove, Harry picks at the flannel shirt and jeans he’s wearing. They fit him… well enough, but at the same time, he can’t help feeling out of place in the incredibly American clothing. Especially with the pair of cowboy boots he had on to complete the ensemble.
He’d foregone the cowboy hat that Kara had left atop the pile of clothing she’d put aside for him to wake up to, but he still felt like he was one beat away from shouting something like ‘yeehaw!’ at the top of his lungs.
As he enters the farmhouse’s kitchen, it’s to find Kara dressed somewhat similarly. Working at the stove, the cute young blonde has on a pair of apple bottom blue jeans, and a plaid flannel top much like his own. Except, where Harry had buttoned his shirt up and tucked it into his jeans, Kara has gone for the female alternative of tying it off at the bottom to give it a semi-crop top feel and expose her sexy, smooth midriff and cute little belly button.
As soon as he sits down at the dining table, there’s a plate of homecooked food in front of him, along with a glass of OJ next to it. Harry raises an eyebrow at this, recognizing that Kara had clearly had breakfast done for a little while at this point, and was just waiting for him to come down. This is further made evident by her zipping into place and joining him at the table with her own plate a moment later.
“W-Well? Dig in!”
Looking down at the assortment of breakfast foods in front of him, Harry nods admiringly and proceeds to do exactly that. Of course, Kara watches him for a few moments afterwards somewhat nervously, squirming in her chair which in turn makes her tits jiggle somewhat in her tied off flannel top. She’s very clearly not wearing a bra under her shirt right now.
“What do you think?”
It’s obvious his approval means the absolute world to her. Which… Harry really wishes it didn’t. He wishes he hadn’t addicted this poor young woman to him via just wanting to live his life with her clone. It wasn’t like Harry had known that there was a connection between Kara and Tea at the time that he’d fallen into bed with Galatea. How could he have known that the blonde he’d saved and nursed back to health, and who had in turn saved him and defeated Voldemort and his followers, was actually a clone with a mental connection supplying visions to her original?
But then, knowing was only half the battle. He’d failed Kara, plain and simple. And now… now she was constantly seeking his approval, on top of constantly seeking his dick. Getting their relationship into something even remotely resembling ‘normal’ would be a chore and a half, that was for sure.
“It’s amazing, Kara. Thank you very much for breakfast.”
Kara’s whole face lights up like the sun rising over the horizon. She beams happily… before realizing how she’s acting and suddenly blushing crimson. Ducking her head self-consciously, she tucks a lock of hair behind an ear and quickly goes back to eating her own meal.
For a little while, they sit there in companionable silence. Harry is just about to break the silence, to ask Kara a little bit about herself, when she suddenly gets up from the table. Of course, thanks to her inhuman speed, she’s only gone for a moment. When she returns, however, she’s holding a banana, the skin already pulled away.
Those beautiful blue eyes of hers make eye contact with his own emerald green irises, as Kara lifts the banana to her lips and proceeds to stick the entire thing halfway down her throat. Not so much as breaking eye contact, she slides the banana back and forth a few times. Harry just stares at her, continuing to eat almost robotically as the sight of the cute blonde in her apple bottom jeans and her tied off flannel shirt and her cowgirl boots, deep-throats the banana with ease.
But then of course something of that size is easy for her. She’s been handling his member quite well for some time now…
Eventually, her self-conscious nature gets the better of her again and she finally inhales the banana, eating it down to nothing and setting aside the skin as she blushes an atomic red.
“T-They say… that bananas are an a-aphrodisiac…”
It’s obvious where Kara’s head is at. Harry probably doesn’t even need to ask, but he feels an obligation all the same. Smiling softly, the wizard sighs.
“… What would you like to do today, Kara? I’m not going anywhere, and according to you, no one is going to show up to get between us or pull us apart. I’m all yours, so you decide what we’re doing, alright?”
Kara perks up at that, looking surprised but also incredibly pleased by Harry’s easy acquiescence. He just chuckles, as her gaze turns downright calculating. No more Red Kryptonite to completely remove her inhibitions… but it’s obvious, to him at least, what Kara wants. Now it’s just about seeing how long they dance around the subject before the blonde jumps him yet again.
-x-X-x-
To her credit and Harry’s mild surprise, Kara keeps it in her pants for at least a little while after breakfast. Indeed. Once they finish up their meal, she gives him a tour around the farm. The place clearly isn’t being cared for all that much at the moment. Whatever vacation Superman’s parents are on is apparently an extended one. There are no animals or anything like you would normally expect on a farm, and while there are nearby cornfields, they clearly haven’t been harvested.
Harry doesn’t question it all that much though. He lets Kara show him around the place, watching in more than a little amusement how she fidgets and squirms the entire time. Her eyes keep darting to his crotch, and she puts way more sway into her hips than is strictly necessary, while making sure that she’s always a couple steps ahead of him so he can stare at her ass.
For all that Kara isn’t quite as developed as Tea, for all that Tea’s body is much more buxom… the young blonde still manages to put the BOTTOM in apple bottom jeans. Still, if she thinks he’s going to be the one to make the first move towards sex, Kara has another thing coming. Sure, he might be resigned towards the eventuality of things turning once more into a sex fest, but after the past few weeks he’s had with Ivy and the whole virus crisis?
He's taking the opportunity to just relax for once and… go with the flow. It’s nice, knowing that the only one who might be in danger at this point is himself. And even that isn’t a sure thing, if Kara’s rough diagnosis is right and the Dark Potion ISN’T killing him for whatever reason.
With everyone else cured and the Justice League being led on a wild goose chase by Galatea, Harry can just relax and take a load off for the moment. He can finally get to know Kara for who she actually is, rather than as some sex crazed maniac driven mad by visions of him railing her clone bombarding her with emotions and sensations night after night after night.
The conversations they have, about her origins and his past… they’re good, healthy conversations. Slowly but surely, a very real bond is forming between the two of them. A bond that Harry wants to nurture and grow further still. But of course, all good things come to an end… and Kara is what she is, thanks to what Harry and Tea and to a lesser extent Zatanna have all done to her.
When the tour comes to an abrupt end with Kara suddenly whipping around and lunging at him, Harry isn’t that unprepared for it. He grabs her as she launches herself into his arms and laughs as she wraps her limbs around his body like a spider monkey. Thank fuck for the Dark Potion, or he’d be paste right now. As is, his magic is still fully recovering from its encounter with Wonder Woman, and so Harry is reliant on a few minor tricks and his own enhanced strength to deal with Kara at the moment.
More than enough though, when she’s no longer under the effects of Red Kryptonite.
“Please… please, I need you inside of me so badly, Harry. Fuck me? Pretty please with cherries on top?”
Sure, she’s grinding against him hard enough that their blue jeans both begin to disintegrate in the process, but she’s also begging, rather than demanding. She’s asking, rather than trying to force it. If he told her no, would she back off? Harry liked to think so. Hm, perhaps a test is in order…
“I’m not really feeling it at the moment, Kara…”
The blonde immediately goes still, looking at him with wide, puppy dog eyes. If Harry were actually not feeling it, he would almost certainly have broken right then and there. As it is, he’s just playing somewhat of a cruel prank on her, while also testing her willingness to let consent rule the day. As such, the moment she begins to sorrowfully extract herself from him, beginning to pull away, he grabs onto her and pulls her back in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss that makes Kara freeze all over again, but this time in a good way.
Melting into his kiss, she moans wantonly into his mouth, and when they finally pull apart, Harry gives her a chuckle and a grin.
“Sorry, just a small test. One that you passed with flying colors. But I meant what I said before… I’m all yours. So, how do you want to do this?”
Kara pants and whines needily, responding with actions rather than words. Their stereotypically American clothing doesn’t survive the ensuing heavy petting, kissing, and molesting that takes place next. They’re both way too strong and way too durable, while the clothing is… well, just clothing at the end of the day. Their flannel shirts and blue jeans end up quite literally grinded off their bodies, the threads coming apart the more they embrace one another.
Soon after, Harry is standing there outside of the barn, holding Kara aloft with his hands on her ass cheeks as she continues to cling to him. The two of them aren’t wearing much anymore… save for their stereotypically American boots. Other than that, they’re completely naked as they suddenly begin to rise off the ground, floating inch by inch.
For a moment, Harry is startled by the sudden switch to midair. He grunts, as he finds himself held aloft by Kara’s flight, her limbs holding him up. A moment later, and she’s managed to wiggle her way into position to sink his cock into her sopping wet depths. As she impales herself upon his member, or perhaps sheathes his member into her cunt, Harry groans, his hands moving all over her body, not sure where best to grip for this sudden midair fucking.
“Kara… let’s just not go too high, okay? Don’t want to be noticed, right?”
The blonde blinks, and in that moment only then seems to realize what she’s doing. Harry chuckles as she goes bright red at the realization that she’s taken them up into the air. Still, she rapidly nods to show she’s heard him, and they go right back to fucking. As Harry thrusts into her, and Kara moans, holding onto him for dear life, they slowly float in a circle in the air just above the barn.
Well… they start out slowly. Harry’s not sure when it really happens, he’s not sure how he gets so distracted, by the harder he fucks Kara, the faster they move. They don’t go above a certain distance, so it’s not a big deal at first, and Harry doesn’t mind it one bit thanks to the effects of the Dark Potion, but even as he’s jackhammering his cock in and out of Kara’s sopping wet, incredibly tight cunny… they’re definitely picking up speed.
Only when Kara suddenly yelps does he notice this. Only when she suddenly grabs hold of him and yanks him off course, out of the circle they’d been making and flying back through the air, does Harry grunt and realize they’d been building up quite a wind tunnel.
The two of them end up plowing into the nearby cornfield, crashlanding there with Harry ending up on the bottom and staring up at a wide-eyed, wild-eyed Kara who is currently on top of him.
“S-Sorry… sorry! We were, um… k-kind of creating a tornado…”
Looking over her shoulder, he can actually see it, the very beginnings of a tornado that are thankfully dissipating now with no further cause for alarm, now that the two of them aren’t artificially building up winds any longer. Blushing bright red, Kara slams herself down onto his cock again and again, gasping and moaning as she rides him so hard that the earth beneath them begins to shake a little bit.
When Harry realizes that they’re in danger of causing an earthquake as well, he grunts and grabs her by the hips… and lifts her up. Kara yelps but eagerly wraps her limbs around him again as Harry stands once more. However, that’s likely to bring them right back around to the flying problem they had before.
So instead, he slowly pulls Kara off of him, dragging her off of his cock as she whines pitifully.
“Just switching up positions.”
Once she hears that, Kara fights it a lot less, and ultimately, Harry is able to manhandle her into position thanks to the Dark Potion’s effects. His strength allows him to bend over one of the strongest women in the world, and once he has her bent over, Harry plunges into her from behind. Pulling Kara’s arms back behind her, he fucks her in that standing up position. With a lot less force going into the earth beneath them, and Kara no longer in a position to lift them both off the ground, they’re finally able to let loose.
Of course, Kara’s squealing cries as she cums again and again around his thrusting cock still do a fair amount of damage to their surroundings. Specifically, with them standing there in the impact crater in the middle of the cornfield they’d crashed into, results in a large line of corn being carved outward from the direction Kara is facing.
But hey, it’s better than accidentally creating a tornado or an earthquake that might outright destroy her cousin’s farm, right? And as ever, Kara’s cunt feels amazing wrapped around his cock. Slamming forward into her again and again, ramming her from behind with all his might, Harry growls.
There’s no such thing as ‘too rough’ when he’s under the effects of the Dark Potion. He’s just as strong as Kara is right now, if not stronger. They’re both more than durable enough to go as hard as they want, and so Harry really makes sure to clap those cheeks, pounding into Kara’s pussy even as the found of flesh slapping against flesh again and again fills the air.
Eventually, he lets go of her wrists and reaches around to grab hold of her chest instead. She might not be as endowed or matured as Galatea, but Kara still has a pair of supple handfuls of boobflesh for him to latch onto and grope to his heart’s content. Holding her back against his chest, Harry nuzzles into her neck, with Kara tilting her head to the side and moaning wantonly as she bares it for him, trusting him explicitly.
What would have happened if it had been Kara who lost that fight with Tea and had fallen to Earth? What would things be like, if he and Kara had been the ones to fall in love, rather than he and Tea? In the end… it didn’t really matter. Everything happened for a reason, and even now Harry knew that he couldn’t just set aside Tea, not for nobody, not for nothing.
Luckily, Kara didn’t expect him to. But on the flip side, Tea needed to be stopped. She needed to, at the very least, be curtailed. Harry couldn’t just let her do what she wanted with the other women in his life anymore. This whole fucking mess with the sex virus crisis… it turning out that Tea and Kara hadn’t actually been infected the entire time… tch, Harry had a bone to pick with his lover. He was filled with a righteous sort of indignation.
Kara was currently getting to feel that, as he fucked her even harder while in a rare mood. Not that she minded. It just made her cry out even harder, cumming upon his cock as her voice’s shockwaves managed to reach all the way into the distant trees past the cornfield, buffeting and even splintering a few that were directly in her path.
With Kara by his side and the Dark Potion running through his veins, Harry would handle Galatea once and for all. The games she kept playing with him needed to come to an end if their relationship was to survive. He wanted her at his side, he wanted to be with her even now, but that couldn’t happen if she wasn’t willing to play ball.
One more chance. He’d give her the opportunity to submit. He’d bend her over just like he was doing with Kara and show her just how much stronger he’d gotten. Tea didn’t need to coddle him anymore, nor did she need to go around picking out new girls for him to fuck. He was his own man now… and it was high time his lover learned that fact.
With a vicious roar, Harry slams home into Kara’s cunt as her squeals continue to split the air quite literally. He finishes inside of her, filling the blonde Argoan’s womb with his cum. And when he’s done, when he lets go of her, Kara’s legs give out on her and she pitches forward, exhausted. His cum, still flowing out of him, ends up coating her ass cheeks even as it spurts out of her freshly fucked pussy. Harry takes her in for a moment, grinning at the realization that he’s fucked someone as powerful as her completely silly.
Then, he picks her up and carries her back inside the farmhouse to draw her a bath. No point in not being a gentleman about it…
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