Kindred

TITLE: Kindred

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 6 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 SIX

Clark didn’t quite manage to stick the landing as his pants and boxers slid down to tangle around his ankles. Even though their powers made them more or less indestructible, he instinctively curved around Kara to protect her as they were tumbling more than rolling down the haystack he had spotted and jumped to, a little more roughly and differently than he had intended. Hay cascaded down with and slid ahead of them, so their final landing was on a soft bed of it. They were both, however, laughing as they came to a halt with her on top of him. “Let’s do that again. It was fun.” She stated, her voice shaking with breathless mirth. “Maybe later.” He chuckled as he made the vain attempted to pluck the stay stalks and bits of straw out of her hair. He had never heard her laugh like that before, carefree, happy and girlish

The feel of her lithe, nubile form on top of him had a powerfully rejuvenating effect on his manhood and it twitched and lurched against her crotch. Even now he was still surprised at the sudden spike in his libido and how intensely he reacted to her. He simply couldn’t get enough of Kara. “Hmmmm… What’s this?” she asked shifting back to reveal his once again resurgent erection. “Persistent little fella, isn’t it?” she grinned as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and slowly stroked its length. “Little?” he queried with a slightly raised eyebrow and mock-serious expression. “It’s just a figure of speech, Clark. You have a gorgeous dick.” She informed him with a sultry little lick to her lips. He groaned as she squeezed his cock in her warm, smooth, firm grip in emphasis of her statement. “But, I think it’s missing something.” She continued and her forehead creased into a frown of consideration as she suddenly let go of him and rose to her feet. She stood over him for a moment, her form silhouetted against the lowering sun behind her. Her eyes lit up with triumph and then she winked before becoming a sudden blur of motion. When she stilled and the whirlwind of straw she created settled she grinned down at him, naked and striking a seductive pose.

The lowering sun behind her made her golden hair look like a blazing halo and her skin almost had a glow to it also. He looked at her in awe and growing desire. “What’s it missing?” he asked, sitting up to better let his eyes roam over his gorgeous cousin’s form. “Me… Me, on it.” She answered in a quiet smoky tone of erotic promise before taking a step closer. Clark stripped off his t-shirt while Kara deftly removed his shoes and when he lifted his ass, yanked his pants and boxers off to leave him as naked as she was. She slid forward, straddling him on her knees as she grasped the base of his cock. Her large, beautiful eyes locked with his and he was surprised to notice a slight tremor go through her and then his eyes almost closed as the heat of her sex surrounded him.

Kara was slick, willing with arousal and ready for him, but still her flesh resisted him as he filled and stretched her with his length and girth. She enjoys the moments where her body and will conflict, as he draws a fiery line of friction to her core through her clenching flesh. His hands were a warm guidance at her hips and then a steadying restraint as he bucked up into her, cementing their connection and piercing even deeper into her core. She groans with the pleasure, her head lolling back, but she still manages to keep her eyes linked to his, loving the intensity, passion and hunger with which he looks at her. He groans with her as she slowly circles her hips, grinding against him, stirring herself around his hard, throbbing shaft to ratchet up the sweet growing tension in her loins with fizzing jolts of delight.

“He might be right.” The thought managed to squeeze itself in between all the wonderful sensations. Maybe it was some biological imperative, something buried in her genes, something that could somehow explain the sudden and undeniable spike in her libido. It certainly wasn’t anything under her control, or at least not right now. She just simply couldn’t get enough and she just didn’t care. She started to ride him slowly, rising and falling along his length as he undulated to sync with her from beneath. Her breathing quickened with her pace, each stroke driving her just that little closer to climax. She doesn’t know why, but when the first cry slips from her lips it sounds somehow obscene in the silence of nature around them and she bit the next back pressing her teeth into her lower lip. She grabbed his hands from her hips and guided them up to her breasts.

Her muscles flexed and rippled as she moved on him and Clark concentrated hard to keep his eyes open and on the magnificent sight that she was and to stop himself from simply erupting inside her with the rapid surges of pleasure inundating his system. Her breasts were firm and warm in his hands. A perfect fit as he tested their resilience by squeezing and fondling them before he let his thumbs explore the hard nubs of her swollen nipples. He felt a shudder go through her and then an answering one from him as she tightened around him as he rolled, flicked and tweaked her nipples. Her bucking became more of a grinding rock, keeping him surrounded by her snug pulsing core and he leaves her breasts to slide his hands under her arms and onto her back, her skin smooth like warm silk. He pulls her toward him and she resists for a moment, lost in her desire her muscles flexing under the satin of her skin.

Clark compensated, lifting his back until his lips can find hers. She groaned into his mouth, her eyelids fluttering and followed him, maintaining the connection as he settled back to the ground. Her luxurious tresses tumble down to forms a cool soft, golden curtain around their faces as they kiss. He can still taste himself in her mouth and he doesn’t care as their tongues snaked and tangled while lips sucked and teeth lightly scraped and nipped. The change of position change their angle and her movements were now more back and forth than up and down. He can feel the ticklish trickle of her cream leaking from their connection onto his roiling balls as their skin collided wetly. He lets his hands slide down her back, his fingers tracing the little peaks and valleys of her spine until he cupped her firm shapely ass. His ass clenched with the effort of holding his release at bay.

Despite their powers, they are both breathing hard when their lips parted, her hair tickled his cheek as she lifted her head while they continue to writhe together, bodies welded to each other, skin sliding on skin. They grunted and groaned, moaned and gasped with the delightful sensations they created in each other as their hips rocked and rolled in writhing unison. Her nipples scraped along his chest like hot little embers and her heavily expelled breaths were hot and sweet against his lips as her face hovered over his. Her beautiful features were a strange mixture of tension and peace, desire and satisfaction as she rode him with rocking, rolling hips.

Kara could feel the pressure of her climax building, a distant rumble of thunder, growing ever louder, the storm drawing closer and already her senses were buffeted by lightning strikes of pleasurable sensation that stalked before it. She wanted to be consumed by the storm, to let it wash everything away with its bliss and at the same time did not want to sacrifice the thrill and excitement of staying just ahead of it. But, the feel of him inside her and against her would not be denied. His hands were strong and warm on her buttocks, his fingers kneading her flesh and at the same time clutching and pulling her onto him. A string of strained, breathy whines dripped from her lips as his body strained up to drive him into her. Her nails dug into the skin of the back of his neck and shoulder as she started to pant. She felt light headed, but in an ecstatically good way, a sensation she had not felt in a long time, well not exactly. She continued to ride him, her body now more or less running on its own, not able to stop even if she’d wanted to.

The slow rumble of thunder drummed in her ears with the pounding of her blood and the lightning grew more intense, a crescendo of sparking electricity, bright before her wide eyes and then so suddenly she could barely make sense of it, she was swept up in the whirlwind of ecstasy. She gasped and then cried out to the heavens as her entire body tensed, her sex squeezed and twisted hard, pulsing and flooding around the hard, thick and unyielding length of his manhood buried in her roiling core. The powerful surge of her climax blasted the air from her lungs and sight from her eyes. The pure super nova of searing sensation, which made her feel like she was on fire, washed thoughts away. Heavy tremors wracked her body, vibrating her skin against his as her muscles misfired in rapid succession.

Clark almost lost it as he watched and felt Kara orgasm, her tense body transferring tremors into his as she threw her head back with a feral, triumphant cry. He gritted his teeth with a hiss as her tight sex tightened even further before caressing his entire length while bathing it in hot grease. He clutched at her buttocks as he felt the muscles in his shoulders knot and press down into the hay as he strained to remain still, for his own control as much as her benefit. Her sex rippled around him and he forced his fingers to unlock and wrapping his arms around the sweaty silk of her smooth quivering back. She gasped, but aided him as he rolled them to reverse their positions. Her legs curled around him, steel wrapped in satin as he hovered over her and then his hips were pumping.

He grunted and she gasped as her flesh momentarily resisted him again, clutching and twisting as he pulled back and then lanced into her. He kept surprising himself, again and again. She had truly awakened something wild in him. There was a part of him, a small part of him that was almost horrified at the near violence his need for her was evoking in him, while the rest reveled in the wild freedom and abandonment with which he could exercise his desire. His fingers dug through the layer of hay and clutched at the soil underneath. Her nails drew ten fiery trails down his back, but her hips met his willingly and with an urgency and strength that matched his. She looked shocked, confused, but at the same time awed and somehow impossibly innocent and incredibly beautiful as their bodies met again and again. His chest heaved, feeling and sounding like a bellows as his heart thundered in his chest. Her body shook beneath him, both with the effects of her climax and the shockwave of his pelvis colliding with hers.

Each stroke sent powerful jolts of pleasure crawling up his spine and arching across his nerves and with a growl of helplessness, he felt his control slip. His spine arched, becoming a tight bow, the sound of his vertebrae grinding together impossibly loud as he slammed into her. His hips continued to hump even though he could go no deeper than he was before he exploded and poured himself into her. Her name tore from his lips on a raw cry as the hard pulses of his ejaculations sent jagged spikes of pleasure to electrify every nerve in his body. She whimpered and cried out again, her body pressing up and fluttering against his, but all he could do was blink uncomprehendingly as his mind and body were temporarily disconnected by the waves of bliss that sang in his blood.

His sudden assault surprised Kara with its ferocity, but her body reacted with equal force. She loved the wild feral look on his usually soft features and the hunger that blazed in his eyes. She felt an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain as she strained to match him, his stroking cock driving through her climaxing sex stimulating already overloaded nerves. Her clit felt like it was on fire, a brighter blazing beacon than the rest of her. The intensity of her climax was starting to fade, the sweet tension having been released or so she thought. She didn’t know if he changed position or she did or the feel of him expanding inside her or exactly what happened, but suddenly he seemed to stroke a new part of her and she whimpered before crying out as another set of rolling climaxes rippled through her, whipping already strained nerves with torturous pleasure. She was barely aware that he was climaxing as well, blind and deaf to everything besides the ultimate sensation of bliss that assailed her yet again.

Time, place, everything felt disjointed and surreal as she twitched underneath the warm weight of his solid form, her chest heaving against his and his breath lightly tickling and warming the side of her neck. She felt a strange mixture of relief and regret when he tensed and with a groan rolled off her. She groaned too as he slid free of her. She stared up at the sky, noting that it was slowly starting to darken as she tracked a stray wisp of cloud without moving her head. A soft smile curved her lips as his hand found hers and he twined his fingers with hers. The connection wasn’t enough for her and after a few moments she disentangled her fingers and shifted closer to him. Straw stuck to her back and tickled skin.

Clark’s arm cradled her back as she rested her head on his broad shoulder and molded herself to his side. Kara could feel the mixture of his seed and her juices shift inside her, some of it trickling slowly onto the inside of her thigh, as visceral a reminder of what they had just done and had done as the warm satisfied exertion she could feel in her muscles or the sated calm of her mind. She licked her lips lightly to wet them and sighed softly in contentment as she rested her hand on his chest to feel the steady thump of his heart against her palm.

Clark lightly caressed the curve of her hip after she had snuggled comfortably against his side and stilled. He had the urge to apologize, but he didn’t really feel guilty about anything except for collapsing on her once his climax had run its course and taken the last of his strength with it. The sky was darkening above them now with dusk rapidly approaching. “So… This is what its like to be horny teen.” He commented quietly against the backdrop of soft country noises and insects. “I… guess so, but weren’t you and Lana like this…” she responded, letting her words peter out a she felt him tense, just for a fraction of a second as she carelessly mentioned his ex.

“Sorry.” She apologized, pressing even closer to his side. “It’s… It’s okay.” He said with a soft snort. “With… with her…” he started, but she stopped him by talking over him. “You don’t have to explain. It was just passing curiosity.” She told him firmly. “I know.” He said before pressing his lips lightly to the top of her head. “When we were together for the first time, I didn’t have my powers and we’d been waiting so long. We… We were both virgins and everything was an exploration, slow and tentative and later… Well, it was always one thing or another with weird power transfers and what not. Don’t get me wrong, we had some wild times and it was good, great even, but…” his explanation faltered and she felt his shoulder shrug slightly under her cheek and she stroked his chest lightly in a sympathetic response.

“It bothers you that you feel this way with me and you didn’t with her.” Kara stated more than asked as the silence dragged out. His lips pressed more firmly against her hair. “Irrationally, yes.” He answered, his breath ruffling her hair as he exhaled heavily. “It’s okay.” She tried to reassure him. “We are perfectly suited for each other, at least physically, being the same species and all. We’re bound to make connections that wouldn’t otherwise occur. I’ll admit, it’s a bit startling, but…“ She tried to explain, frowning as she found herself once again contemplating the strange bond that now existed between them. “I guess.” He replied after a moment or two of contemplation.

“We should get up and head back.” he suggested and she made a sound of agreement, yet neither made a move to do so as the evening settled around them.

TO BE CONTINUED?