Seeing Red

TITLE: Seeing Red AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of 2 FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Kara / Clark RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Six and Seven DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: Inspired by Alycats' RED K PLAY. I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com Chapter 2 She felt his body stiffen under hers and concentrated on the kiss, enjoying it while it lasted, before he broke it. What she didn't expect was: the strong hand that wound into her long blonde tresses pressing her lips harder against his; or his mouth opening to grant her probing tongue access; or his own tongue slipping into her mouth so that they writhed sinuously; nor the feel of his cock, straightening, and growing longer and thicker against her crotch. She certainly didn't expect the rush of heat and moisture that suddenly flooded her sex along with sense of lust and desire that swept over her body. Clark woke, feeling the sensation of weight on his torso. He saw long blonde hair, a flash of blue eyes and a blur of red as he tried to focus. "Kara?" he queried. He heard her say: "Yes." And then she kissed him. He stiffened in surprise, and then his vision flashed red and he felt a moment of disorientation. Kara was kissing him, he realized. She was his cousin, but she was hot and it had been so long, since... Lana. And, it felt so good. He brought his hand up and wound it into her soft, blonde hair and pressed her lips harder to his. She smells like caramel. He opened his mouth to the gentle probing of her tongue and then slid his into hers, tasting alcohol and fruit as their tongues tangoed. His dick hardened, sliding against her crotch as it grew. The smooth fabric of her dress brushed against his chest as her breasts lightly pressed against him. He wanted to do more than kiss her and he let his hands roam, sliding down her back to fondle her tight ass and then back around her front to caress her full breasts. Kara didn't care why he hadn't rejected her or at the very least questioned her, she simply let her need take over. She sat up away from his lips and his hands, but back to grind down on the hard tube of his erection, feeling it throb. She crossed her arms and gathered the hem of her dress and pulled it up and off, over her head revealing her dark, strapless bra and panties. Neither of them questions the obvious direction their actions are leading in, they just want to get there. His hands gripped her waist and he pulled himself up into a sitting position, capturing her lips once more and they kissed hungrily. Their eyes lock and they watch each other intently, unblinking as they artfully explored each others mouths. Her hand found the back of his neck and when his lips left hers, she let her head loll to the side and guided them first to her neck and then the hollow at the base of her throat. As if, he instinctively knew what she liked, he swirled his tongue there, eliciting a sigh from her. His hands feel good on her skin as he moves them up from her waist to her ribcage, applying light, warm pressure; testing the muscles underneath. Their next stop are her breasts and after a quick fondle he finds the clasp between the two cups and undoes it, releasing her. She hadn't realized how restrictive the undergarment was until he removed it or how good it would feel to have his warm, strong hands caressing the smooth skin of her ample globes directly. She arches her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. Her hands find his shoulders, testing the hard muscles before returning to curling around his neck and the back of his head. She guides his head lower on her chest and he takes the hint. His tongue swirls on her skin and then he laps at her cleavage as his hands pressed her breasts together. She chuckled deep in her throat with exuberant pleasure, swaying herself from side to side, grinding down on his still growing erection when he suckles first at one nipple, then the other. At first, he transferred his attention quickly from one pert, sensitive nub to the other and then he settled on her left while his hand became more active on her right. Heat and pressure radiated into her chest from his hand and sharp electric surges arched into her spine from his sucking lips, nipping teeth and flicking tongue. She breathed soft words of appreciation and dragged her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His hair tickled her fingers and she lowered her head to taste the light salt of sweat on his neck and shoulder. His actions drew long denied, but vividly remembered reactions from her body. Reactions denied her by war, duty and disaster. Reactions, only a lovers hands and lips could illicit. Her body felt alive, nerves tingling with effort of channeling the delicious sensations. Muscles tensing in anticipation of use shuddered before relaxing only to tense up again. On, this planet, under its yellow sun, she could hold her breath almost indefinitely, but air felt like sweet ecstasy as she dragged it in through flared nostrils, along with the heavy spiced scent of sex and arousal, because her mouth had better things to do. Her skin felt warm, hot where he touched it. Her sex grew swollen and open and she could feel her juices flooding from her in a torrent, to coat her channel and flood her nether-lips, soaking the crotch of her panties. She could not believe how absurd she had been to deny herself such pleasures. She felt his finger work its way into the thin waistband of her panties, just above her hip. He didn't so much tear as snap the thin band of scalloped lace before dragging the scrap of ruined material off her and tossing it into the gloom of his room. She shoves him hard, back down onto the bed before she rises up on her knees and reaches back and between them. She finds the open fly of his sleep shorts and worms her hand inside. She fondles him, taking her time, measuring him with her fingers and liking what she finds. She finds slippery moisture at his tip and spreads it about, coating his thick, throbbing shaft and her hand so that she can glide her fist up and down his length. He groans and his hips buck slightly, thrusting into the tight ring of her fist. She presses her hand down on the centre of his chest. "Easy there, Couze." She cautions him and fishes his dick out of the opening of his shorts, still fondling him, her fist squeezing and twisting. "Sorry. That just feels really, really good." He explains, grabbing her ass and testing the firm globes with his fingers. She rolls her ass cheeks back into the welcoming warmth of his palms before she grasps the base of his cock to steady it. His hands give her the perfect support as she lowers herself rubbing the head of his cock between her drenched, swollen labia. She lets out a long sigh as she slowly settles down onto his shaft. His breath hisses out between clenched teeth as she inches down on him. She luxuriates in the sensation of friction as his thick cock stretches her and his length slowly filled her. She rocks her hips slightly to force her resisting flesh down onto his invading shaft. There is a lot of Clark for her to slide down on and he fills her completely. She can feel the head of his shaft pressing firmly against her cervix. Her sex clenches around and against him while his hands kneed her ass where they are trapped between it and his thighs. She can feel him throbbing inside her and she luxuriates in the sensation that radiates from it into her. She drags her nails down his chest until she finds the hard six-pack of his torso. She braces her hands on his hard, flat stomach and lifts herself up along his length. Her swollen labia drag at his shaft as she pulls the velvet-covered vice of her clenching cunt up his veined shaft until only the head is still inside her. "Oh fuck me!" she hears him groan and she chuckles breathily. "All in good time, Cousin. All... in good time." She taunts him as she rocks and teases herself with the flared head of his cock. He bucks his hips, trying to go deeper, but she adapts continuing to tease him and herself. She feels his hands grasp her buttocks more tightly and she can see a slightly dangerous glint in his eye and the amusement in them fading. He starts bucking harder and more insistently. She enjoys his reaction, revels in it. She enjoys seeing the usually stoic and in control Clark going a little wild and all just to be inside her. She likes her position of power and is loathe to relinquish it. She realizes his patience with her teasing is quickly drawing to an end and if she keeps on, he might take matters into his own hands, so she relents and when he next thrusts up she drives herself down. They both hiss their enjoyment as their pubic bones once again meet, but she doesn't pause for too long and starts riding him, using her hands for support and rolling and rocking her hips. He thrusts up into her, their bodies meeting with the wet slap of colliding flesh and then they grind together, her clit mashing into his pubes. "Oh Yes!! Yes!! Yessssss!!!" she cries out, throwing her head back as she bounces up and down on him. The head of his cock battered at her cervix with each hard down stroke sending electric shocks through her body to mingle with the continuous charge from her clit grinding into him. All that energy and pleasure is coalescing into a tight little ball in the pit of her stomach where her climax is growing and her need for release builds. She gasps, shocked when his penis powers through her cervix and into her womb. The sensation is completely new to her and she catalogues it. She doesn't know if the shock shows on her face or if he too is processing the feeling, but he stays still inside her. His hands slowly, lightly caress her back and she can feel the sweat between her skin and his. His hands grasp her hips when she slowly starts to move again. Her pace is slower, but she now rides his true length, driving him into her womb with every stroke. The tight ball of energy in her gut is starting to turn in on itself. Its core can no longer compress and instead it starts to expand. Her nerves sing with it, her muscles shudder, feral, wordless sounds powered by it drip from her lips. The air she drags in through her wide-open mouth is heated by it, burning in her chest as her heart pounds to the rhythm of her rolling hips. He urges her on, calling her name and telling her how amazing she feels. There is more grinding and less bouncing as her senses teeter along the knife-edge of building pleasure and the explosion that is her orgasm. He again pulls himself up into a sitting position and the change of angle sends a jarring spike of pleasure that almost pushes her over the edge. Her head is lolling back and his hand in her hair and on her neck is the only thing that guides her lips to his. Her body is a mixture of intense tension and utter relaxation and she is reminded of an earth saying: "The calm before the storm." He holds her close and kisses her searchingly. Their bodies, slick with sweat writhe together, her breasts flattened against his chest. Her nipples rub against the smooth, unyielding muscle of his chest adding sensation to her already overloaded senses. She moans when his teeth nibbles lightly at her kiss-swollen lower lip and then his lips and tongue once again find that spot at the hollow at the base of her throat. It is the final straw as the ball of energy erupts across her senses, leaving her deaf, blind and dumb to everything else but pleasure and she cums. Her back becomes a hard bow, supported by his strong arm wrapped around her waist. Air rushes from her lung in short panting gasps. Her snatch clamps down on him, even her womb contracts, her cervix tightening to hold his pleasure-giving staff in place. The sound he makes against her throat is part grunt, part moan and part bellow and she feels his cock expand against her clenched channel. Her sex ripples in response, milking him as his hips continue to thrust with each heavy spurt of his own climax. Their bodies remain locked and hard in this tableau of climax, for how long neither can say, but eventually the intensity decreases and her senses slowly return. They're both breathing heavily. Shockwaves snake up her spine as he drops back onto the bed and she cannot muster the energy to maintain her own balance and follows him, laying her head on his still heaving chest and letting her legs slowly straighten out, draping herself over him limply. She feels his hands gently stroking her hair and she kisses his chest lightly. She feels drained and energized all at the same time. She feels him shrink and slip out of her, followed by the flood of their thick, combined passion trickling slowly down the inside of her. She shifts to look up at him. She can hear his heartbeat slow under her ear. "I never knew you had it in you, Clark." She congratulates him. "I didn't know you wanted it in you, Kara." He admits sleepily as their breathing returns to slow, steady normalcy. She chuckles. The slow, steady movement of his chest and the rhythmic sound of his heart, combined with the complete sense of satiation she hasn't felt in a very, very long time; conspire to lull her to sleep. Back at The Planet, Chloe finds out why the logo on the lipstick was so familiar and groans as Kara's actions make sense. It is the same brand that used Red Kryptonite for its perfect shade of red. She'd thought they'd discontinued it because of it's obsessive effects on humans, but it seems they had found some way of diluting it so that it no longer effected the woman who used it. She was even able to find clinical trials posted on the web. The clinical trials were, of course, not tested on Kryptonians. She had to warn Clark. His cousin might not be herself or more correctly a little too much herself for him to deal with in a rational manner. She unlocked and rummaged in her lower desk draw and drew out a small lead box. She flipped open its lid and looked at the shard of green rock it contained. It would hurt, but she figured the Green Kryptonite would burn the Red Kryptonite out of Kara's system. She snapped the box shut and grabbed her jacket and keys. THE END... TO BE CONTINUED... Author's note: This is as far as I had planned the story to go, but some interesting possibilities and ideas have surfaced while I was writing it and I have this inkling that it might still have some more to it. What do you think?