Kindred

TITLE: Kindred AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Kara / Clark RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Seven and Eight UNIVERSE: Inspired by JohnSlayers "I Came Back..." Kara and Clark find that sometimes family is all you have, all you need and not the obstacle you think it might be to finding happiness. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB 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 THREE Kara's skin was warm under his hands, her flesh firm and her words made his dick pulse and throb in response as he drank in her beauty. Clark turned his head and pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh as he slowly sunk to his knees. The spicy miasma of her arousal tantalized his nose and he could see her folds were swollen, open and glistening wetly as he drew level with her sex, her thighs now draped over his shoulders. He licked his lips and then leaned forward. Her back arched and her hips rose to press her sex against his lips as he explored her folds with his tongue, collecting her sweet nectar as he worked his way from the bottom of her slit to the top and the exposed pearl of her clit. Her fingers combed through his hair and then her hand was cupping the back of his head, urging him on as he reversed his path and lapped at her snatch with long, swiping strokes of his tongue. He explored her, noting her reactions, seeing what made her breath quicken, what made her moan, what made her fingers tighten in his hair, what made her heels press into his back and what made her flesh flutter and flex around his fingers as he added first one and then a second to aid his exploration while he continued to slake a thirst he never knew he had with her sweet nectar. He wished he'd taken the time to remove his trousers and boxers, because although she had undone his belt, the pressure on his straining erection hadn't been lessened significantly and was growing uncomfortable. Clark reached down for a moment to adjust himself as best he could as he wormed his tongue into the entrance of her snatch to drink from the source. He looked up over the golden, soft, downy triangle of her pubes, the taut, fluttering curve of her belly to see her other hand clutching at her breast, slender fingers rolling, pinching and tugging at her skyward straining nipple. Her eyelids, fluttered like butterfly wings, her eyes narrowing and widening in response to his actions; her head swayed slightly, her lower lips alternately pinned behind her straight, white teeth or bathed by her tongue as it swept out and across it. He suckled at the flesh around her clit and diddled the sensitive little bundle of nerves his tongue as he crooked his fingers in her intimate depths, caressing her and she let out a soft cry. A moment later, the fingers of both her hands were scrabbling at his shoulders, looking for purchase as she slit her legs off his shoulders and tried to pull him up to her. His mouth and then his fingers on and in her sex felt amazing and Kara let herself revel in the nearly forgotten pleasure of an attentive lover. He sent waves of delight crashing through her and she was a little surprised at his skill. Lana had either been a very lucky girl or a really good teacher or as with most things, it seemed, Clark was just naturally gifted. A little too gifted it would seem as she found herself teetering on the brink of climax, the sweet tension flexing and twisting her sex around his probing fingers. It felt wonderful and she let out a soft cry as the combined warm, wet, sucking pressure of his mouth and the stroking caress of his fingers combined to spark off a heavy cascade of pleasure that threatened to shatter the last shreds of her will and send her spiraling off into the inviting void of orgasm. Having him pleasure her with his mouth was great, but she knew what would be better; what she really wanted. She was surprised to find that it was hard to get her legs to move and that she was trembling with the effort of keeping her pleasure restrained, but she managed it. She slid her legs off his shoulders and reached for him to pull him up and on top of her. He rose almost reluctantly, resisting her scrabbling fingers. "Clark... Please! I... I need... I want you... I want you inside me... Please." She urged and all but pleaded, hardly recognizing the voice as her own because of the need and desperation in it. His lips and jaw glistened with her sex grease and she watched with fascination as he licked his lips clean, cleaned his face with his fingers and then sucked them clean with obvious relish. "You taste as good as you look, Kara." He complimented her and she felt her cheeks heat with a blush, which she found amusingly preposterous considering she had been lying across the kitchen table, naked, in front of him and professing her carnal enjoyment and desires for the last... she didn't even know how long without any kind of embarrassment. Kara propped herself up onto her elbows and watched as Clark undid his pants and let them and then his boxers slide off his hips. She wasn't aware that she had sat up completely or when, but her hand was wrapped around his shaft and she was slowly exploring his length, her head tilted in fascination as his smooth skin slid against her palm and fingers, pulsing with virile, manly life. She heard him groan, a heavy sound of enjoyment and raised her head to find his slightly tilted back, his teeth gritted, but his eyes blazing with desire as he looked down at her. He reached forward and cupped her cheek lightly and she pressed back against his hand before he slid it down to join his other hand and fondle her breasts as she fondled his manhood. His hands were warm and a little electric shocks of sensation radiated into her chest as he tweaked her stiff, sensitive nipples. She grasped the base of his cock and guided him. She felt him bend his knees slightly and then his pointed tip was sliding through her swollen, moist folds drawing a tingling trail to her entrance. She let her eyes droop closed for a moment as she forced herself to relax and lie back once he was securely in place, her tight entrance throbbing almost in unison with his shaft as his hands slid from her breasts to grasp her waist and she wrapped her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles. Kara opened her eyes to find Clark's face hovering over hers as they remained poised at the threshold of changing their relationship forever. She reached up and lightly touched his face and he turned his head to press his lips against her palm and the last shred of uncertainty she felt vanished and with a soft smile she nodded. He lowered his head and she opened her mouth to willingly receive his kiss. Kara tasted sweet as their lips shifted together and their tongues slowly, sensuously twisted and tangled. He tightened his grip on her waist and thrust forward. Her lips pulled away from his with a sharp gasp as her head bent backward, eyes wide and her back arched, her belly pressing up against his as her flesh reluctantly parted and he slid into her. Clark felt his eyelids start to flutter closed, but forced himself to keep them open to observe the radiant sight of Kara as her flesh stretched around him as he filled her and she enveloped him in delicious heat and pressure. Her flesh was tight and resistant, but also slick with lubrication, fighting his invasion and inviting it at the same time. He continued to strive forward, lancing a path into her very core, her flexing, pulsing channel dragging a fiery trail of friction along his length. Both Kryptonians groaned with pleasure as their bodies met and they ground together, no longer just cousins, but lovers. They kissed hungrily, intensely for a moment and then they were moving, his hips rocking to draw back as she relaxed her legs only to tighten them again as he drove forward. Skin slid on skin as they found a comfortable pace and rhythm, pulling and pushing at each other, hips rocking and rolling, thrusting and humping to bring their bodied crashing together again and again and again. Their lips, tongues and teeth tasted and tested skin with kisses, laps and nips. His hand found her breasts and shared them with his sucking mouth and swirling tongue. Her caressed the smooth skin and tested the firm flesh of her thigh and the curve of her ass as he pulled her closer to the edge of the table. Her hands clutched at his back, feeling his hard muscles shift and flex as he drove forward and drew back. She dragged her nails down his spine to grab his ass and urge him on. The wet sound of their colliding flesh mingled with the panted groans, moans, grunts, gasps and cries that interspersed words of encouragement, praise and desire as well as dire consequences and stern admonishments should either stop what they were doing. They were no longer, cousins, not even Kara and Clark, but just a man and a woman striving to satisfy their needs. Kara's body shook, both with the shockwaves of the force of his powerful strokes, but also the building energy and tension of her climax and she could feel him tremble as well as his strokes became faster and shallower, but no less powerful. Her clit sparked with pleasure as it ground against the base of his cock, charging the roiling, dynamo of her climax to full speed and driving her to the limits of her capacity to contain it, the sheer delight challenging her will to restrain it. He filled her completely, again and again. His lips drew away from her breast and he caught her lips in a hard, crushing kiss before raising his head. She saw his teeth clench, his jaw rhythmically clenching as he strained to hold back his climax as well. Clark had to lift his lips from her skin lest he bite into it as his balls tightened and he had to muster all of his will to stop his climax from erupting and ending the joyous pleasure of it's creation. Her golden tresses caught the light from the kitchen windows and the then sheen of sweat on her skin glistened, making it seem like she was glowing. She had never looked more beautiful or wondrous and the sight spurred on his desire, driving his hips. He felt a shudder go through her, a sharp clench of her caressing channel around his throbbing shaft and with a heavy grunt it was all too much. He drove into her with all his might, feeling the table shift with the impetus. A twinge of guilt at the edge of pain that colored her cry as a result, but it and all thought were washed away by the searing, supernova of pleasure that snaked up his spine and flashed across his nerves to arch his back as he surrendered, his ass clenching as he pumped his essence into her in heavy, pulsing spurts while growling his release to the ceiling. Kara cried out sharp and loud, pain and pleasure mixing as he slammed into her harder than he had before, somehow managing to go deeper. The shock and intensity of pleasure was enough to send her tumbling over the edge. His hips humped and she felt heavy spurts of liquid heat join her own as her sex clenched around his expanding cock and her spine bowed, slamming her up against him as her body tensed, her legs and arms pulling him tighter to her. Wave after wave of pure delight radiated through her, setting her nerves on fire and making her shudder with the sensual energy coursing through her body and erupting from her mouth as a scream of ecstasy. She felt like she couldn't catch her breath as she panted while sparks of pleasure skipped and sizzled through her, her blood sang in her ears and she surrendered, letting her eyes close to float in the unadulterated bliss of climax and the warm, solid weight of her lover as he rested on top of her. Her sex rippled around him as his hips humped, somehow trying to get even closer to her. He felt all of himself drain into her, not just his seed, but also his emotions, his energy, everything and he surrendered it willingly. He managed to catch himself as he fell forward, his arms shaking with the strain, but her arms wrapped lightly around his back and he relaxed under their gentle urging, resting on the firm pillows of her breasts and nuzzling at her shoulder and neck, inhaling the mixed scent of sex, sweat and vanilla. The simple act of breathing pressed them together and shifted the connection of the sex in the slippery aftermath of their climaxes. Kara moaned softly as her clit sparked with over-sensitized, pleasure / pain and Clark groaned as her channel squeezed and clutched at his shaft in response, his nuts lurching with dry heaves. He felt the warm wet bloom of her lips press against his shoulder, her hand lightly stroking his hair. He had only experienced such energized peace with one person before and he had resigned himself to never feeling it again. Clark took all of his weight back onto his feet and lifted his head. Her hand on the back of his head was a light touch, but enough to stop him as she turned hers and they were face to face. She looked up at him with a soft, sated smile, her features relaxed in a way he had not seen before, He lightly drew a stray curl of her golden hair out of her face and her smile broadened for a moment as she blinked. "You okay?" he asked remembering the force of his last thrust. "I'm... I'm great... That was... simply amazing." She responded, her pink tongue making an invitingly slow circuit of her full lips. "Yes... it really was." He concurred before he accepted the invitation, kissing her slowly, but thoroughly. She nipped at his lower lips when he broke the kiss. "I guess we have a lot to talk about." He noted with calm he didn't know was possible considering what had just transpired. He had just made wild passionate love to his cousin and he wasn't even freaked out. He didn't quite know why or how, but his still erect cock still partially inside her was proof that he was quite eager to do it again "I guess we do." She confirmed, holding onto his neck and letting him pull her up as he straightened. "But... Clark, you're still hard." She continued, shifting forward so that he was all the way inside her once more, her voice low and sultry. "So I am." He confirmed with a mock surprised expression and they both chuckled. Their chuckles became low moans as he ground against her and they kissed. "Why don't you take me upstairs and I'll see what I can do about it." Kara suggested on a heavy breath as she pressed her body against his, her nipples scraping across his chest with tingling, itchy friction. "I suppose we can talk later." He conceded almost immediately and she smiled. "Yes, Clark...we can talk, all you want... later, but now take me to bed." She instructed, a little surprised at the hunger in her voice after he had so thoroughly satisfied her only a short while ago. And, after a moment for him to free his feet of his trousers and boxers, he sped upstairs still embedded in her core with her arms and legs tightly wrapped around him. TO BE CONTINUED