Devotion

TITLE: Devotion

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of ?

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Chloe

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS! What if Chloe gave Clark a little gift that made him a little less inhibited and much more amenable to her advances during Season 4, Episode 4, Devoted?

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: 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 TWO

"Hmmmmmmmm. That was amazing." She whispered in his ear, her voice dreamy. "Yes. It was." He replied. She lifted her head and faced him. "You're still hard." She informed him and he realized she was right. Despite, the dry heaves she had drawn from his cock with her climaxing snatch, his erection hadn't seemed to have flagged in the least. She groaned as he experimentally pressed up into her. "Again?" she asked incredulously. "I do appear to still be quite tense, Chloe." He explained and with a firm grip on her waist he shifted them until she was lying on her back, with him lying between her legs. He had remained inside her during the whole repositioning, ending up with just his head inside her.

She had let out little groans with each move as he shifted inside her. He hovered over her, resting on his elbows, on either side of her arms. "Go slow, I'm a bit sensitive down there right now." She told him. He didn't answer, but lowered his lips to hers in a slow kiss as he tightened his ass and slowly thrust into her. He didn't think he could ever tire of the sensation of being surround by the tight heat of her sex a slow quarter inch at a time. She was wet and slippery with the combination of their juices and despite the tightness of her flesh he slid into her easily. He felt her hips rise slowly to meet his. He stopped when he pressed up against the entrance to her womb. It had been uncomfortable for her the first time and he assumed with her increased sensitivity, it would be worse. He lingered for a moment, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around him before he began to shift slowly back and forth inside her. He kept his strokes slow and even, but started off with shallow ones, keeping most of his shaft in her steamy heat and then gradually lengthened them.

He liked being in control as he experimented with different angles and as he drove into her. Her sex touched him in different ways of he touched different parts inside her, he didn't know how, but the friction she created around him varied in subtle ways. They kissed languidly or nuzzled, licked and sucked at each other's skin. Her fingers dragged through his hair and then down his back. He could feel them draw abstract patterns on his back as they slid down. She made adorable, appreciative noises that were part breathy moans and happy sighs. The next time he was buried in her core she strained forward. Slightly, lifting her shoulders from the sofa and grabbed his ass. Using her grip she urged him forward and through the tight ring of her cervix.

Clark took this as sign and started moving faster, also now experimenting with the speed and power of his thrusts. Her nipples dragged across his chest as he flattened her breasts with some of his weight as they undulated together. Her breasts also vibrated against his skin, jiggling with the shockwave created by their colliding bodies. Their pelvic bones ground together at the apex of each thrust and he could feel her belly quiver against his as her clit rubbed and mashed against the base of his cock. He found and noted the pace, strength and angle that got the most enthusiastic response from her and revisited them often. He liked the way she would writhe or her breathing would speed up or she'd utter little cries or her sex would clutch convulsively at him, when he did one thing or another. It didn't matter to him, no matter what he did inside her it felt absolutely amazing. Pleasure was a constant buzz through his system, but the build up was much slower than before and he could ease it back or speed it up by going faster or slower or harder.

Her thighs rubbed against his sides and her feet slid back and forth along the backs of his thighs. He felt a tremor inside her and then she let out an explosive: "Yes!" and her sex squeezed him hard as it flooded with even more of her hot slippery cream. She felt her nails drag ten hot trails up his back. Her pussy rippled around him as he continued to plough into her. He found the slightly dazed expression on her face after her orgasm had hit, completely sexy and adorable. She suddenly clutched at his hips. "Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop! Too Much! Please." she repeated in a rapid frenzy, her breathing heavy, her voice strained and desperate. He was far from ready to do that, but the voracity of her plea and her obvious distress, stilled his hips far more effectively than her slender hands.

His cock continued to pulse and twitch inside her. He looks down at her, his mind still hammered by his need. The idea that formed in his lust-filled mind, surprised even him. She had said, she would do anything he wanted, but what he was now considering asking of her, may be even further than she was prepared to go. He considered, just continuing, and ignoring her distress, thrusting into her sweet, tight pussy until he came, but his previous idea had fired up his imagination and piqued his curiosity. It was a gamble, but her being here and what they had done so far had been had been quite unbelievable, so who was to say what Chloe's limits were. He kissed her gently in preparation of what he intended to ask.

When he broke the kiss, she smiled up at him, her arms lightly wrapped around his neck and he smiles back. "I'd like to put it in your ass." He told her and he can see her eyes widen with shock. "You... You'd really want to do that?" she asked and he can see the apprehension in her eyes and he almost relented. "I'd like to try." He replied. He watched her worry at her lower lip and was almost sure she would say no. "Do you love me, Clark?" she asked suddenly, her voice rough and vulnerable. The little voice in the back of his mind screams at him to stop, but his throbbing member, still wrapped in the tight embrace of her hot, moist sex still made its eloquent argument for his desire and need. He knew the answer that would get him what he wanted, but he also knew that answer wasn't true in the way she required it. "Yes, Chloe, I love you." He answered her anyway and the lie sounded convincing even to him. "Okay... we can try it, if you really want to." She informed him after a moment. He could still see uncertainty in her eyes and her smile was just a little wan.

There was a little guilt, but it was a distant thing only lightly felt and no match for the excitement and arousal he felt at the idea. They both groaned, her more heavily than him as he pulled out of her. His cock glistened with her juices as she rolled onto her stomach and then drew her knees under her until she was on all fours with him kneeling behind her. She looked back at him over her shoulder, nervously, as he fondled her buttocks, letting his thumbs brush across the starfish pucker of her anus. "I'll go slow, I promise." he told her, as he kept one of his thumbs pressing lightly as her asshole and slid his other fingers, down between her legs and through her swollen folds. He lightly played with the exposed pearl of her clit making her moan and more importantly, leak slippery lube onto his finger, which he collected and drew up to coat her anus.

She shifted a little and he could feel her ass clench when he applied more pressure with his thumb and pressed it into her. She let out a soft groaned grunt and shifted slightly from side to side as he slid the digit back and forth through the tight ring of muscle. He was starting to have doubts, not about what he wanted, but if it was physically possible for Chloe. He spent more time playing with her snatch, paying special attention to her clit. He kept collecting her cream and working it into her anus as gently as he could, finally feeling her relax slightly, but only slightly. Her rectum was a tight ring that gripped at his thumb. She pressed back against his hand when he diddled her clit or rubbed through her folds, but shifted away when he continued to explore her ass, and even more so when he worked first one and after a struggle and a restraining hand on her hip a second of his fingers inside her. She hissed and groaned with discomfort as he worked his fingers back and forth inside her, trying to stretch her and get her used to the invasion.

His cock was still throbbing and bobbing against his hard stomach, impatient to confirm the sensations his imagination was conjuring as to what it would feel like to go where his fingers currently were. He slid his fingers from her, watching the pucker take a moment to close before he did another transfer of lube from her pussy and then took hold of the base of his cock. He couldn't see her face as she had lowered her head, resting it on the armrest of the sofa. He kissed his way up her back until his mouth was next to her ear. He felt her flinch slightly as his hand guided the tip of his cock to press lightly against her asshole. "Try to relax, Chloe." He told her softly and began to apply gentle pressure. She started to move away, but he tightened his grip on her waist, to hold her in place.

He kept pressing forward, but his cock started to bend instead of making any headway into the tight pucker of her asshole. He heard her whimper slightly and let up, backing off. He adjusted his angle and tried again, his frustration getting the better of his concern for Chloe. He felt himself grit his teeth as he continued to apply pressure. Her whimper grew louder and higher pitched and he was just about ready to give it up as a lost cause when she suddenly let out a sharp gasped cry as his dick head popped through the tight ring of her anus and into her ass. He hissed at the tight grip around his cock as he slid a little further into her resisting bowels. "Stop... Please... It...It hurts!" She called out and he could hear the pain in her voice. He stopped moving, her ass squeezing the third of his cock he had pushed into her ass as she tried to adapt to the stretching, stinging invasion he had just perpetrated on her. He heard her sniff, followed by a quiet sob as his cock throbbed against her tight confines.

He leant over her again and spoke softly into her ear. "Shhhhhhh... shhhhhh... Don't cry. Easy now. Just try to relax." He tried to comfort her, lightly stroking her shoulders and soft, blonde hair. He had thought her pussy was a tight fit, but her ass fit him like a living, skintight glove that pulsed around him. He nuzzled at her neck, crooning softly, keeping his tone low and comforting. He told her how beautiful she was and how amazing she was for allowing him to try it this way. He told her how much he appreciated it, that everything would be okay and that she just had to relax. She sniffled and lifted and turned her head to look at him. He could see the tracks of tears down her cheeks and he used his thumb to wipe them away. He craned around, and she grimaced as he shifted inside her, but accepted his kiss. He tasted salt on her lips.

"Are you okay?" he asked after breaking the kiss in stages with light little pecks. "Yes." She replied with the return of her wan little smile. "Its... Its just a dull ache now, but it feels really... really strange." She explained. "Bad strange?" he asked and she frowned, considering his question. "Not really, now that the pains died down." She replied. "You want to keep going, don't you?" she asked him. "If you think you can handle it." He acknowledged her guess and she gave him a searching look before closing her large grey / blue eyes for a moment. "Okay. Just... Just be gentle." She gave him the answer he had hoped for and lowered her head back to her arms.

He started by simply rocking inside her, not going any deeper, but just allowing her to get used to him moving inside her. He felt her stiffen at first, but she soon relaxed. He kept the depth the same, but started moving a little faster. When, she didn't protest he slowly pressed a little deeper the next time he thrust forward. He kept the pressure slow and steady, he heard her moan softly, yet she made no other sign for him to stop. Even at the slow pace, the friction of her tight, hot bowels sliding along his erection was absolutely amazing and he felt the need for release growing in his balls once more. He had intended to stop about two thirds of the way inside her, to allow her to adjust and he was a little surprise when his pelvis pressed against her firm, curved buttocks with nothing more than a grunt from her. "Don't... Don't move yet." She told him in a tight, strained voice and he complied, resting his weight lightly on her back and kissing her shoulder.

He reached around her and lightly caressed her breasts and with his other hand, gently exploring her snatch and rubbing her clit in tight little circles. This brought a drawn out sigh from her and he could feel her ass clench rhythmically around him in response. As, hard as it was, he obeyed her request and remained still inside her and then she surprised him by slowly starting to rock back and forth, slowly dragging her tight flesh along his shaft. It was Clark's turn to groan and find it hard to catch his breath as sharp surges of pleasurable energy snaked their way up his spine. His surprise caused his fingers to falter and stop on her clit and she made an indelicate sound. "Don't stop playing with my pussy." She told him and clenched her ass tightly around him to emphasize her demand.

The change in her tone and her switch from being a passive partner to an active participant was a thrilling surprise and he did as she asked, fondling her breast and working her clit even more enthusiastically. He took her actions as a release to his immobility and once she had established a pace and rhythm he augmented it with thrust of his own. "Oh... Oh, that good!" He heard her pant and he could hear actual surprise in her voice, as with his aid they increased the length and intensity of his strokes inside her. They were soon grunting and groaning as they strained together, a slapping sound echoed into the empty loft every time his pelvis collided with her ass followed by an explosive little cry from her that didn't seem to have anything to do with pain.

He couldn't maintain enough co-ordination to play with her breasts and stimulate her clit as their pace increased and he moved his hand to grip her shoulders, but she didn't seem to mind. He started pulling her onto him. She shifted her arms, bracing her hands on the sofa's armrest. Their position altered slightly and the pressure of her around him increased. He was getting close, his balls were getting so tight, they almost hurt and the effort to contain the building pressure inside him was quickly becoming more than he could maintain. He leaned forward and somehow, for a short moment, they managed to find each other's lips in a passionately savage kiss before his back arched and he cried out his release in a stuttering scream as his balls erupted and he spurted his load deep into the core of her bowels. The pleasure of his intense release was close to pain as his muscles locked and he ground forward against her. The brace of her hand resisted for a few moments, but then collapsed, tumbling them forward with a surprised yelp from her.

Clark found himself blinking rapidly trying to get his world back in focus as his spine unclench and his body began to relax. He realized his full weight was resting on Chloe and he rolled onto his side, shifting her with him as they were still connected. She was lying on his one arm and he wrapped the other one around her, just under her breasts as he tried to get his breathing back under control. He felt her slender fingers worm their way amongst and lace with his and he lightly kissed her shoulder. They both groaned as he shrunk out of her ass, the flare of his pointed dickhead, catching at the ring of her anus before it popped free and nestled in the crack of her ass.

He didn't know how long they laid like that, quiet and relaxed, with him in a near-drowse, the honey scent of her hair mixed with sweat and the aroma of sex tantalized his nose. He felt her toying with his hand and the ring she had placed on it. "Well, that was different." She commented quietly. "Yes, it was. Are you okay?" he asked. He felt her lift her leg slightly. "A little sore, but I'm okay." She replied. "It's late. I have to go. My dad will be wondering where I am and I might want to take a shower and clean up a bit before he sees me." She told him as she swung her feet to the floor. For, just a moment, he wanted to hold her in place and stay wrapped in her warmth and scent and the afterglow of what they'd done, but he knew she was right and let her go.

He watched as she rather gingerly bent and picked up her clothes, which he hadn't noticed, lying on the floor, neatly folded next to the sofa. He caught a glimpse of her sex, red and swollen, as was her asshole. She dressed slowly and he pulled his boxers and jeans back up from around his ankles. He zipped up and buttoned his jeans and retrieved his t-shirt from the floor where she'd dropped it. He rose as she finished tying the last button on her blouse and straightened her skirt. He put on his t-shirt while he walked with her to the stairs that led down into the barn. She turned to face him and then stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the lingering, tender kiss. "See you at school." She told him after she settled back onto her feet, breaking their kiss. "Of course." He agreed. She suddenly grabbed his hand a snatched the ring off it before skipping down the stairs. "The girlfriend of the starting quarterback should wear his class ring." She called up to him as she left.

He staggered back slightly and had to catch himself on the balustrade at the top of the stairs as the effects of the Red Kryptonite wore off. The reality of what he had done hit him like a blow to the gut. "Oh God." He groaned, guilt a heavy stone in the pit of his stomach. He stumbled over to the sofa and sat down heavily. He tried to draw in a deep breath to steady himself and took in a nose full of sex instead. The smell of what they had done still surrounded the sofa. "How do you apologize to your best friend for doing what he'd done? He'd taken complete and utter advantage of her. How am I going to explain this? Would their friendship even survive this?" he asked himself. He knew there had been something wrong with Chloe, and he would get to the bottom of that, but how was he going to explain his own behavior? It wasn't as if he could explain what Red K did to him without exposing the truth of what he was to her. He rubbed his head, trying to find answers that weren't readily forthcoming. He sighed and rose to his feet. "Maybe a good nights sleep will make my course of action clearer." He thought and made his way back to the house.

He snuck in quietly, like Chloe, he needed a shower to stop his parents from smelling what they had been up to. Half an hour later he climbed under the covers of his bed and turned out the lights. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep, but instead images of Chloe, naked and writhing in pleasure, flitted across the inside of his eyelids. He got very little sleep that night. He avoided Chloe at school, not only because he didn't know what to say to her, but also, because even at a distance, the sight of her brought memories of the night before tumbling into his minds eye and he had to walk with his book bag in front of his crotch to hide the erection they produced. Instead, he sort out Lois to help solve the mystery of Chloe's behavior.

After a few incidents that thankfully didn't involve Chloe, except for her turning up as a cheerleader at football practice, and with Lois's help, they figured out the cheerleaders were spiking the football teams drinks with a love potion of sorts. It was designed to make their boyfriends on the team more devoted and attentive to them. It also contained traces of Kryptonite as its active ingredient, which gave him a bad turn. They also eventually figure out that extreme rises in temperature snapped the affected person out of it and they managed to get Chloe back to her normal self along with the rest of the football team and exposed the cheerleaders scheme. He asked Lex to pull some strings and get Lois her admission into Metropolis University. He liked Lois, but she kind of bothered him. She was just too sharp and observant, and he felt his secret was safer with her no longer in Smallville. This left him to, finally, deal with Chloe.

He still couldn't quite look her in the eye as they walked across the football field together. She turned to face him and they stopped at the edge of the field. "Clark, I know I've told you I don't have feeling for you anymore, but the last couple of days have proved otherwise. I know you don't feel the same, and I accept that, but I also remember what we did up in your loft that night and that we both enjoyed it." She told him in a serious tone. This was the first time she had mentioned that night and he had been hoping beyond hope that maybe somehow the purging of the potion from her system might have shrouded her memory. He started to sputter some kind of explain, but she lay a finger across his lips to silence him. "I don't know if that means, that deep down, you might have feelings for me to, or not. I know you had some of that stuff too and we weren't ourselves, but I liked it, all of it, even when you... When you put it in my ass, well once I got used to it anyway. What I'm trying to say is... is... is that maybe I'd still like to do whatever you wanted and maybe you could do what I want too." She continued.

Clark felt his jaw drop. Her assumption of the effects of the potion on him, rather effectively let him off the hook, but then her suggestive offer put him right back on a completely different one. He wanted to believe that she was somehow kidding, but her tone and expression were both dead serious. "Think about it, Clark." She instructed him over her shoulder as she walked away with a seductive sway to her hips that kept his eye glued to her ass.

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