Devotion

TITLE: Devotion

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 4 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: I do not own Smallville. 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 FOUR

“What is it?” Clark asked her nervousness resonating in him and making him feel the same. The pink tip of her tongue peeked out for a moment before she took a deep breath. “I told you before, I liked everything we did, everything, but I don’t think you believe me. I… I want to put it in my ass again.” Chloe explained. “You don’t have to, Chloe. I believe you.” He replied as he remembered how unbelievable it had felt, but also felt a sharp stab of guilt that he had hurt her in the process. It hadn’t mattered to him then, but from the moment he had regained his senses from the Red Kryptonite he’d secretly loathed himself for that. “I… I don’t know if I can do that, Chloe.” He admitted with honesty.

“You… You didn’t like it?” she asked hesitantly, a slight frown marring her smooth forehead. “No… No I did. It was unbelievable, but… But I know I hurt you and I don’t want to do that, ever again.” He explained as best he could. He did not expect her laughter and it was his turn to frown. “Too late for that, Clark. Look at my back.” She told him as her laughter stuttered to an end. She shifted up onto her knees and twisted too show him her back. It was red and he could see scratches and scrapes and what would be bruises along her spine and on her shoulders. “Chloe!” he called her name, aghast as he felt his features slacken in shock. “Oh Jeesus. Did I do that? I’m… I’m so sorry. He apologized, reaching out to touch her and then freezing. “It’s okay, Clark.” She tried to assure him, but he couldn’t pull his eyes off her back. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked. I didn’t want you to stop… What we were doing… It felt too good. It kind of made everything else feel more real too and after a while I didn’t even feel it.” She replied with only a slight pause. “I didn’t want to stop either, but I could have moved us somewhere more comfortable for you.” He countered.

“Comfort wasn’t what I was looking for, Clark. I couldn’t get enough of the desire you showed me, the passion, taking me like that… it’s all part of… of what I want to explore with you.” Chloe told him, pausing to lick her lips and looking at him with pleading in her eyes for him to understand. “You really have been thinking about this a lot.” He noted as he slid his hand along her shoulder to lightly cup her cheek. “You have no idea. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d sent me away.” She admitted as he slid his hand around, his fingers sliding through her soft, blonde hair to cup the back of her head as he pulled her down to him again. “I won’t send you away again, ever, Chloe.” He vowed just before their lips met, hoping against hope he would be able to keep that promise as they kissed slowly, but deeply. “Will you let me try?” She requested softly, persisting after breaking their kiss. Clark lightly caressed her cheek. “If it’s what you really want, Chloe.” He gave in, reluctantly and he was rewarded with one of her stunning smiles as she beamed down at him.

His erection had flagged a little during their conversation and with the realization that he had hurt her, but surged back to life as she reached for him. “But, first, let’s get you nice a wet and slippery.” She told him as she grasped the base of his cock and with a little maneuvering guided him through her swollen folds and finding her entrance, slowly impaled herself on him. He grasped her hips as his rose off the sofa to drive up into her as she stretched around and slid along his length on a silky, slippery flood of sex grease, without conscious thought, meeting her halfway and then guiding her back down as he settled back to the sofa cushions with both of them exhaling slowly and loudly. “We could just do this.” He suggested breathily, still not quite comfortable with their decision as she slowly circled her hips in a slow pleasurable grind while he undulated up against her, her snug, hot, moist sex caressing his length as he stirred her twitching, flexing molten core. Her fingernails pressed lightly into the skin of his chest, her eyes half-closed and her teeth lightly pressing into her swollen lower lip. She looked absolutely gorgeous; her skin seemed to glow as it picked up the last rays of the sun coming through the open stable door style window.

“We could… This feels really good.” She conceded with a groan as she made her movements more pronounced, rising and falling on his length as well while he caressed her hips and the side of her flexing thighs. “But, I still want to do the other thing too. I’m not even sure I can, but I want to try.” She replied, admitting her uncertainty as well as her resolve. He knew Chloe well enough to know when her mind was made up and he finally stop resisting, letting the memory of their previous encounter in this arena to excite him without guilt. He grasped her hips, holding her in place and using his grip to pull himself up to a sitting position. He captured her lips and her tongue stole into his mouth to eagerly wrestle with his. He broke the kiss, sucking on her tongue as he pulled away while she rocked on his cock with a soft whining moan of pleasure. Clark lifted his hand and with a little urging she sucked on his finger, coating it in saliva. He popped it out of her mouth and reached behind her to carefully find the starfish rosebud of her asshole. She froze, her eyes meeting his and then nodded.

He slowly worked first one and then, with another nod from her, a second saliva slickened digit into the snug confines of her ass, careful to keep his movements as gentle as possible, watching her reactions. She squirmed on his fingers, her lips pinned behind her teeth, her expression contemplative and intense. She pulsed around his fingers and he could almost swear he could the pulse of his manhood inside her as well, a throbbing counterpoint to hers. “Let’s try it.” She suggested quietly and lifted herself off him. Clark groaned and pressed his head back into the sofa cushions with the electric sizzle of pleasurable friction of her sex sliding around his again and it took him a moment to slowly extricated his fingers. He slid his hands onto her hips and the lightly grasped her waist while she gripped the base of his cock to steady and guide it.

He watched Chloe close her eyes in concentration as she settled the tip of his erection at the starfish of her anus. Clark was hesitant to release her weight as she settled onto him, but did as she started to press him into her. She whined softly, but continued to bear down on him. She gasped suddenly and he grunted as his dickhead popped into her. Her nails pressed into the skin of his chest and he tightened his grip on her hips to hold her in place. Her tight ass squeezed and clenched at him, whether in an attempt to expel him or simply adjust he couldn’t tell. She blinked a couple of times and then her clear grey eyes were looking down at him. “Are you okay?” he asked and a wan smile curved her lips. “It’s… It’s a little uncomfortable, but… But, I’m okay.” She replied, her tone a little strained as she sort of squirmed, her hips circling slightly. He relaxed his hold again and with a slowly exhaled hiss of breath she slid further onto him.

She was really snug around him, her flesh pulsing in counter point to his. He guided her onto him by degrees until she settled onto his crotch with a heavy exhalation. He didn’t want to tell her because he could see the discomfort on her face, but she felt wonderful. Her ass was a tight, hot embrace that flexed and clenched around his entire length, different and yet the same as her snatch. “Does it hurt? I can lift you off.” He wondered as she continued to show signs of distress, her lovely features drawn taut, her teeth worrying at her lower lip and her fingers tensing and relaxing against his chest. “No… Just… Just give me some time she said her face relaxing except for the furrows of a frown on her forehead under her blonde bangs as she shifted minutely on him.

“Take all the time you need.” He offered sincerely, lightly caressing the outer curve of her buttocks and her silky smooth thighs in an attempt to help her relax. “You don’t have to do this, Chloe.” He repeated for the umpteenth time and she silenced him by pressing her finger firmly to his lips. “Ssshhhhhhhhh. Hush.” She admonished him gently and then rubbed the digit between his lips. He nipped at it playfully and she laughed, a strange bright peal of mirth that seemed very out of place considering their position, but it made him smile none-the-less.

They both groaned as she slowly started to rock her hips. He tried to stay as still as he could as she slowly experimented and found her range of motion. Her back channel was a firm, heated velvet caress. His eyes closed to slits with the delicious friction of her ass sliding slowly up and down his length and he was finally pushed beyond his ability to stay still and his hips bucked up. She let out a soft cry that mixed with the slap of his pelvis colliding with her buttocks and he felt a twinge of guilt. She ground down on him for a moment before leaning forward. Her breath was warm on his lips as she hovered over him. “Again.” She urged simply, dragging herself up and when she started to sink back he obliged and bucked again. They worked to find a pace and rhythm they could manage until they were undulating together.

He could see no signs of discomfort on her face although she still occasionally whined between soft panted cries. With, a little effort he managed to capture one of her nipples between his lips once he became aware of its tempting nearness and he suckled at it. Her hands cradled his head to her breast with an enthusiastically hissed: ”Yessss!” as she continued to rise and fall, her hips circling to corkscrew onto him. He shifted to her other breast, his lips sucking and his teeth lightly nipping at her firm globes until he could capture the other nipple. Clark welcomed the distraction of focusing his concentration on her breasts, because the tight velvet caress of her ass had him on the very limit of his ability to hold himself back, it felt so good. All his misgivings and even his guilt were washed away by the continuous flow of pleasurable stimulation.

Clark dragged his lips off her nipple sucking at it hard one last time to stretch it as he did. “Chloe… Chloe, Christ, that feels so good… I… I can’t… I’m… I’m gonna...” He ground out through gritted teeth not quite able to fully articulate as the tension in him hovered at the breaking point and what little he control he had was rapidly slipping from his grasp. “Clark! Just… Just a little bit longer, just a little more.” She pleaded, her voice a strained, desperate whine. She moved faster, her rocking thrusts growing more aggressive, grinding harder and leaning closer to him when she did as she pursued her own release. He grunted as the increased stimulation tested his resolve even further, but he was determined to give her what she needed.

He tried to distract himself, tried to think of anything else, but he simply couldn’t get past the sight of Chloe straining above him, her skin glistening and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, her hair a wild halo, her swollen lips open wide, her straight white teeth bared, her expressive grey eyes alternately narrowing and widening as she process the sensation running through her. He started to reach for her hips and stopped. He suddenly didn’t know if he could control his strength. Maintaining control of his bucking hips was battle enough, so in stead he grabbed hold f the side of one of the sofa seat cushions and the top of the back.

“Almost. Almost! Almost!!” she panted repeatedly like a mantra and then he felt a heavy tremor run through her. She seemed to remain poised there for a strange frozen moment and then she tossed her head back and let out a drawn out, stuttering wail. Her hands scrabbled and clutched at his thighs as she blindly tried to brace herself. Her ass clenched in a strangle hold around him, squeezing as it pulsed and flexed and twisted while her back arched into a tight, vibrating bow. Clark felt his eyes go wide at the magnificent sight of her climax. It held him in stasis for a few amazing moments and then everything caught up to him and with a strangled cry he simply erupted. His hips bucked hard in a series of rapid jabs, drawing another cry from her as his cock expands against the tight fist of her rear channel to propel his seed into her hot, roiling bowels. He doesn’t remember how or when, but his hands are around her waist and he is pulling her down onto him as he is arching up into her.

He feels breathless and the sensation is strange, almost like he is near Kryptonite, but not quite. He has a sense of weakness, of being drained, but at the same time being energized and feeling even more powerful. Grunts bubble from his lips as his cock lurches. The heavy surges of pleasure are fire and electricity along his nerves. The sensation of release is so good, so amazing, it is almost painful in its intensity. He doesn’t know how long they stayed like that, two connected and intersecting curves of tense muscles, but his spine only relaxed after she slumps forward across his chest.

Quivers continue to run through her body and into his as her panted breath tickles his neck as her damp hair does his shoulder. Her knees slide back, and she lies limply stretched on top of him, her breasts flattened warmly against his roughly rising and falling chest. The still hard pebbles of her nipples are two little points of sensation as the press against his skin. Chloe whimpers softly and her ass twitches as he shrinks out of it, the flare of his helmeted dickhead catching for a moment before popping free and the last bit of friction on his spent member makes the small of his back do the same.

After a few minutes, Chloe tensed and slowly started to raise her head and shifted as if to rise and Clark wrapped his arm lightly around the small of her back, which hadn’t gotten all scraped up and cradled the back of her head in his hand, stroking her damp hair. “Stay just where you are.” He instructed softly and she sighed before pressing her lips lightly to the skin of his neck as she once again went limp. After that, they simply lay together in comfortable, sated harmony. Clark felt her breathing slow even further than the normal rate it had finally returned to and the sweat had dried as the lengthening shadows in the barn faded to the growing darkness of evening. She snuggled against his neck and shifted to mold her body closer to his with a another satisfied sigh when she finds the position she wants and he can’t help but smile as she follows it up with a kittenish little yawn.

“Sleepy?” he asks and her cheek slides against his skin as she nods. “It’s getting late. I should go.” She murmurs sleepily, but makes no move to do so. Clark smiled again as he craned his head down to kiss the side of her head. “Stay just where you are.” He repeated, reaching for and dragging the quilt that customarily hung over the back of the sofa onto them. “But, your parents?” she queried, worry coloring her tone. “Away in Metropolis until tomorrow.” He addressed her concern. “Your dad?” he voiced his own concern. “At the plant… Late shift.” She replied her voice languid with impending slumber and he smiled as the matter was settled.

He thought she had drifted off to sleep when she softly called his name. “Hmmmmm?” He responded to confirm that he had heard her. “Clark… We are so going to have to do that again.” She informed him in a voice that was both seductive and on the brink of sleep. “Yes… Yes, Chloe we will.” He agreed, tightening his arms around her over the quilt.

TO BE CONTINUED