Seeing Red

TITLE: Seeing Red AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 of ? 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 3 Kara woke and lifted her head from Clark's chest, looking around blurrily trying to locate the irritating noise that had intruded on her slumber and the delicious dream she was having. Her eyes fixed on the mobile phone vibrating noisily on the nightstand next to his bed. His bed... She looked down to see Clark stirring fitfully and made a quick grab for the phone. The noise dulled once it was off the wood of the nightstand and she checked whom the call was from. "Of course, it would be from Chloe, big surprise. The girl was a good friend and cute, but she just could not mind her own business." She thought as the phone went to voicemail and she switched it off. She looked down at the once again peacefully dozing Clark. She smiled to herself. This was his bed and she was naked. She must not have been asleep for long because she could still feel the results of what they had done, wet and slick on the inside of her thighs. It hadn't been a dream. Her smile widened. She felt his breathing change and watched as his eyes opened. She braced herself for whatever repercussions, and there were sure to be some, this was Clark after all. He might have enjoyed their coupling as much as she had, but now the guilt would set in and the nobleness and self-righteousness would turn him to blaming her. Instead, he smiled up her and reached out and tucked a stray lock of her blonde hair back behind her ear and out of her face. The back of that same hand lightly caressed her cheek and she couldn't help, but press her face against its gentle pressure. "Hi there." He greeted her softly and her eyes widened slightly as she felt him stir against her thigh. "Nice to see you're up." She replied with a grin. "Oh... You're funny. Really... Really funny, Cousin Mine." He retorted, but he was making her statement true as she felt him continue to harden. "Let's find out how funny." He told her and then his fingers were digging into her ribs and under her arms as he started to tickle her. She squealed with laughter and tried to get away from his tickling digits. They were soon rolling around the bed. He ended up on top of her and after a few minutes tickling turned to fondling and wrestling to writhing. The mirth slowly died from her lips and was replaced by soft sighs as Clark explored her body with his hands and then his lips. She writhes slowly against the sheets as his hands apply warm pressure against her skin as they slide down her body, strong fingers, testing her muscles. She draws up her legs until her feet are flat on the bed. She slides them back and forth and to the sides enjoying the sensation of friction on the soles of her feet as his lips and tongue drew abstract patterns on her skin, slowing working their way down to her breasts. She is more than a little disappointed when his lips skip the actual flesh of her breasts and he only plants a single sucking kiss on each of her pale, pink nipples leaving them hard, wet and tingling; and her unhappy. His hands test the skin and muscle along her ribcage and then her torso. His lips follow his fingers and her unhappiness starts to fade as his lips move down her body. His tongue traces unknown symbols on her skin and he blows lightly on the saliva he leaves behind leaving little chilled sensations behind. She lets her eyes close and her body become boneless as his hands slide smoothly along the valley of her waist onto the slope of her hips. He lifted and draped one of her legs over his shoulder and then lowered his head between her thighs. She gasped, throwing her head back, her back curving and her shoulders lifting off the bed when his mouth latches onto her sex. He ran his tongue up the length of her slit. She felt him probe her channel lightly and her hips bucked up pressing into his mouth. He lapped and sucked at her fleshy lips and then he found her clit. She moaned, rocking her hips from side to side as he flicked the exposed bundle of nerves sending waves of pleasure into her body and making her stomach muscles shudder involuntarily. His hands massage her thighs with firm, warm pressure. Little whimpers of pleasure escape from behind her teeth where it worries at her lower lip. Her back arches and relaxes and she grabs handfuls of the bedding below her to stop her nails from digging into her palms at his expert oral assault. He uses his lips, his tongue and even, lightly, his teeth to drive her wild with ecstasy and she can feel her climax quickly approaching. She had no idea that Clark could have such hidden talents. She was so wet, she was leaking and the longer he worked on her, the wetter she got. Her channel started clenching and releasing, driving her cream from her in spurts and into his hungry mouth. The pleasure kept building and multiplying causing electric energy to play across her nerves and make her muscles misfire and tremble. She can feel sweat rising on her skin and occasionally trickle along it with a tickling sort of caress. She told him how wonderful he was making her feel on panted breaths and it only seemed to make him even more unrelenting in his pursuit of driving her to climax. One moment she was teetering on the edge the next her body tensed into a taut bow as pleasurable energy exceeded her ability to contain it and it swept through her body. She cries her release wordlessly to the ceiling as her pussy locked and clenched against itself and she felt herself gush onto his lips and face. The back of her heel drummed against his broad back while the other flopped on the bed. He's tongue continues its assault on her clit, but slowly and softly, until she can no longer stand the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain on her sensitive flesh and she reaches for his head and pushes him away with a hoarse, urgent whisper of: "Enough!" It still feels like forever before her back softens, the waves of pleasure lose their intensity and she can regain control of her body and breathing. Her leg slips off his shoulder and she grasps his cheek in a light grip, finding it wet under hand, and gently pulls him up towards her. He crawls up between her legs, sliding his body over hers. She can see his face glisten slickly with her juices and she watches him lick his lips and smile broadly. She takes her hand from his face, but he captures it and then sucks each digit clean of her cream before closing the distance between them and hungrily capturing her lips. She can taste herself on his tongue and in his mouth as their tongues duel. The smell of sweat, jasmine and sex are strong in her nostrils as she drags in heavy breaths through her nose, loathe to break their kiss and breath more easily. Her mind tells her that it is amusing that on this planet, they should be able to hold their breath for hours at a time, but yet they are both breath heavily, desperate for air after only a few minutes of intense kissing. They do finally break the kiss, both of them grinning. She reaches up and swipes her thumb across his chin, collecting her juices and then deliberately sucking it off her thumb with a smack of her lips and a sigh of enjoyment. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" he questions her. "Hmm Hmmm! Yes, it does." She answers, licking her lips. "You should try it straight from the source, absolutely delicious." He informs her as he uses the tips of his fingers to collect the last of her juices from his face and then licking them clean. "Abso-fucking-lutely delicious!" he reiterates flashing her a brilliant smile. She can feel him, hard, hot and throbbing against the inside of her thigh and she has an interesting thought. She reaches up and strokes the back of her hand along his cheek. "You'd like to fuck me now, wouldn't you?" she asks in a sultry voice and she watches his smile go up by a thousand watts. She walks her fingers from his cheek down his throat and onto his chest and before he can react she shoves him, hard and in a blur of motion is standing beside his now open bedroom window. "Hey! What gives?" he queries getting up off the floor where she'd dumped him. "It occurred to me that your problem with flight, isn't really a problem. We know that you can fly, Clark. You did it when the cave called to you and when Jor-El sent you back as Kal-El, so... I think you just haven't had the right motivation so, Cousin-Mine if you want some more of this.", she slapped her ass, " You'll have to catch me, if you can." She taunted him and then stepped out the window, waved and streaked off into the sky. She pricked up her hearing and heard him swear quite colourfully and imaginatively. She hoped her guess was right as she floated above the roof of the barn and saw him peek his head out the window. He caught sight of her and she deliberately and slowly blew him a kiss. He practically threw himself out the window and for a moment she thought he was simply going to fall as he dropped out of her view and then she saw him slowly floating awkwardly upward. She waited until he was level with her and then gave him a wink and the chase was on as she streaked off again. She toyed with him, letting him find his wings so to speak before she poured on the speed. The wind felt refreshingly cool against her skin. She looped and swooped and performed all kinds of aerial antics occasionally allowing him close enough to almost catch her, but never quite close enough. She laughed and taunted him, reveling in her freedom and superiority as she kept her ankle just out of his reach and then shot away again. After a moment she looked back and he was gone and she frowned, searching the sky for him without success. She slowed and then was finally floating, turned in a slow circle trying to find him. She yelps and then laughs as strong arms wrap themselves around her and she feels a hard masculine body pressing warmly against her back. His body isn't the only thing that's hard and pressing against her. "Gotcha." His voice rumbles, right next to her ear and she shifts her head, allowing him to nuzzle and suck at her neck. "Yes you do. Now, what are you going to do with or to me?" she murmurs, her head falling back across his shoulder. One of his hands rests on her crotch and his fingers lightly caress her sex, sliding slowly between her folds and rubbing her clit back and forth driving waves of pleasure and heat into her belly. The other caresses her breast, squeezing and lightly pulling on her pliant flesh and rolling the hard nub of nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. She is leaning against him and he descends slowly. She reaches behind her and around him to fondle his rock hard ass cheeks. He nips at her earlobe. "What do you think I'm going to do with, or to you, Kara?" he asked, his tone rhetorical whispering into the shell of her ear, two of his long, thick fingers delving deep into her and grinding his palm into her clit with steady pressure, making her groan and her snatch clench around his invading digits. They landed very close to one of the wooden fences in a pasture not too far from the Kent farmhouse. There are a few steers nearby, but they sway slightly in their sleep, undisturbed. He releases her from his pleasurable embrace and she feels one of his hands slide up her spine until it is between her shoulder blades, the other at her hip. His shove is sudden and unexpected making her gasp and she has to widen her stance and catch herself with both hands about a quarter of the way down the fence post in front of her, leaving her bent at the waist. His hand grips her hip and shoulder firmly, she can feel him, rampant against her entrance and she barely manages to brace herself as he thrust forward hard. His aim is true and His long, thick shaft spears into her, stretching and filling her. Her muscles protest his rough invasion, but his strength and her own bodies juices make it powerless to stop him and he continues forward with searing friction. There is a bittersweet mixture of pleasure and pain that surges through her body, as he drives into her with one hard, unrelenting thrust. She hears him almost snarl behind and above her, animalistic and virile and she bite her lips to hold back a cry, but fails when his lancing dickhead breaches her cervix and buries itself in her womb before his hips smash into her buttocks. The fence post under her hands gives a little, creaking with strain as she braces against it. He holds himself there, but is not quite still, grinding into her. She lowers her head, her vision obscured by the curtain of her long blonde hair. She pants, breathing in through her nose and out of her mouth, trying to keep her breathing measured, trying to give her body, her senses, the time and resources it needs to adjust. Her body feels hot in contrast with the cool predawn air. Her sex quivers around the steel shaft that so completely fills it, his hands knead the smooth skin and firm muscle of her shoulder and caresses the curve of her hip before pulling back. Her sex clutches at him, but he draws himself almost all the way out of her before he thrusts again. She grunts as he starts to fuck her, his fingers now digging into her shoulder and hip as he pounds in and out of her. His breath snorts from his nose with every powerful, measured stroke. She can feel it hot against her shoulder blades as he leans over her. His hand leaves her shoulder and finds her breast, mauling its flesh roughly, rolling and pulling at her nipple more for his pleasure than for hers, but she receives it anyway. Her body adapts, growing wetter and her channel more accommodating. Her arms and knees bend slightly to cushion the jarring clash of his body into hers and the pleasure radiates through her like the vibrations through her flesh when his hips meet her ass. The pleasure starts to outweigh the pain and discomfort by an ever-increasing margin. Her fingernails dig into the fence post and it shivers slightly with the force of his thrusts and her resistance to it. His pounding strokes are like a bellows, fanning the flames in the furnace of her snatch to white-hot intensity. She gives herself over to his masculine power, giving herself the freedom of submission as he takes her again and again and again with out slowing or faltering. She cranes her neck, looking over her shoulder seeing him bent over her, their faces only inches apart, but she can see his heaving chest and his gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with passion and lust. Clark feels a momentary twinge of guilt at using Kara so roughly, even as his hips continue their pounding assault without pause. He blinks as his thoughts veer from his single-minded pursuit of pleasure and release, but she feels so good around him and under his hands that it is an annoyance that angers him and drives him to thrust even harder, even faster. The thought: "You're fucking your cousin! How can you be fucking your cousin?!" start to reverberate through his brain. She looks over his shoulder, their faces only inches apart, her blue eyes wide and flashing, her crimson lips inviting. He closes the distance between them and kisses her hard, his eyes close, but he sees a flash of red against the inside of his eyelids before opening them again and then his mind is silent as he give over completely to the needs of his body. Their tongues dance a sensuous, undulating tango before he sucks on her lower lip. He even traps it lightly between his teeth and pulls stretching it before releasing it. He closes the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a soul-searching kiss. Her mouth opens under his and their tongues duel, wrestling for supremacy. His tongue disengages and he sucks at her lower lip and holds it between his teeth, pulling and stretching it before letting go. She licks it, finding it swollen. She bucks back against him now, not just being used, but actively adding her own strength to the force of his thrusts. She is close, her stomach tightening with the need to contain the energy building inside her, but she can feel his strokes starting to lose their steady rhythm. His hands are clutching at her convulsively, pressing into her flesh. She pants the word: "C'mon!" again and again, hoping he can last long enough for her to get off. He doesn't quite, as he suddenly lets go of her breast and grabs both her hips pulling her back against him firmly. His hips grind against her ass and his cock swells and deflates as he pores spurt after spurt of his thick, hot seed into her womb. He throws his head back and she hears him roar his release into the darkness. The sensations of feeling him cum inside her are enough to topple her over the edge and her pussy clenches around his pulsing member. Electric energy rips through her body along with wave after wave of intense ecstasy. Her body tenses and relaxes erratically and she lets out a whimpering cry. Her sense overload, shutting down to protect themselves so that all she is aware of is the pleasure of her climax. The world returns slowly. She can feel his weight, resting lightly across her back, his heavy breathing hot against her neck. She is grateful for the support of the fencepost under her hands, but her grip is none to steady and her legs are trembling. Her knees buckle and her hold on the fence post is not enough to keep her up and she sinks to the ground. One of his arms wrap around her midsection and he grabs the second rail of the fence managing to slow their fall, but they still both grunt with the impact as she drops to her knees. The grass is cool against her knees and shins. "Fuck!" she pants, her voice awed. "Geez, Woman. I might need a minute or two before we try that again." He informs her, his voice incredulous, his tone sarcastic and she chuckles. She groans as he pulls out of her and she feels a flood of their mixed juices trickle down the inside of her thigh. "It's a good thing Kryptonian women have complete control of their reproductive systems or I'd be knocked up for sure." She informs him as she can still feel the hot, slick presence of thick ropes of his semen, deep inside her. "That's a definite plus." He comments. He places a light kiss on her neck, just below her ear. "Thanks for teaching or shall we say motivating me to fly." He whispers. "It was a pleasure." She accepts. "No, no... I can definitely say the pleasure was mine." He tells her. She is about to say something more when they both look up as they hear a car and see it's headlights coming down the drive to the Kent farmhouse. "Who can that be, at this hour?" Clark asks. TO BE CONTINUED