Kindred

TITLE: Kindred

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 7 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. Yes, I know it has been forever since I updated this fic. It was originally only meant to be about 3 chapters long, but here we are and I just didn’t know where I wanted to take it. I still don’t. The story isn’t dead… I’m just not sure how to write what happens next or exactly what that is. So, bare with me. There is more to come, I just can’t tell you when.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps.  – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER SEVEN

They lay together in companionable silence. Kara didn’t know she had closed her eyes and dozed off until a wet nose and a slobbering tongue shocked her into wakefulness. She fended Shelby’s playful attention off, sitting up while Clark chuckled next to her. “I think his hungry.” She noted as she ruffled the big yellow dog’s ears. “Yeah. It’s getting pretty late.” Clark stated and they got to their feet, collected their clothing to get dressed.

Clark’s hands froze at his belt buckle as he found himself a little distracted when Kara bent over to pull up her panties after stepping into them. “Christ, she has a nice ass.” He thought, feeling his dick stiffen slightly. Despite the intimacy they had shared, he felt his cheeks heat as she looked over her shoulder and caught him staring. He watched as an impish smile crept across her lips for a moment and then she pinned her full lower lip behind her teeth and made a slow, erotic show of pulling her panties into place over the smooth shapely curve of her ass. He couldn’t stifle the groan that rumbled from his chest. He chuckled when she winked and straightened up breaking the mesmerizing spell.

He deliberately turned his back on her to finish dressing. Once, dressed, they headed back to the farmhouse. They could have sped there in seconds, but instead they walked, hand in hand enjoying the unfolding evening. She asked him for more details on what had been happening since she had been away and he filled her in as best he could. She wasn’t obvious about it, but she skirted around anything to do with Lana although she was quite shocked to hear that Lex was dead. They stopped at the apex of the last hill to look out over the Kent farmstead while Shelby ran down to the yard. “Let’s feed Shelby and then go somewhere to get something to eat ourselves.” He suggested after a moment and she smiled and nodded her agreement.

“Where?” she asked as they started down the hill. “We can drive over to Grandville and you can pick which ever restaurant catches your fancy.” He proposed having not really given it much thought. “Drive to Grandville? Seriously?” she asked incredulously as they stepped up onto the porch. “What’s wrong with Grandville?” Clark countered as he held the door for her. Kara smiled inwardly at his gentlemanly behavior, knowing he didn’t even know he was doing it. “Nothing… Just… We have so many other options.” She replied as she watched him fill Shelby’s bowl with dog food, which barely had time to settle before the Labrador started gobbling it up. Clark ruffled the big dog behind the ears. “Options?” he enquired curiously.

“We could fly to anywhere in the world. Why not have pizza in Italy or Chinese food in, well… China?” she explained. Kara was surprised by Clark’s reaction as his expression turned sheepish before he turned his face away. “What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked frowning in confusion, while watching as he suddenly became very engrossed in putting away the rest of Shelby’s food. He remained sheepish as he turned back to her scratching the back of his head. “Errrr… Well, you see, funny thing. I… I haven’t quite mastered the whole flying thing, as yet.” He admitted in a low embarrassed voice, ducking his head while she felt her features turn incredulous. “I think we’ll have to do something about that.” She told him as she tried to keep the amusement off her face. “Maybe, you just haven’t had the right… incentive.“ She noted, letting a sultry invitation color the last word.

His head came up at her tone and that wasn’t the only thing to rise she noted. Despite his embarrassment his body reacted to the tone of her voice. The focus of his appetite changed almost instantly and his cock started to stiffen. A very small voice in the back of his mind once again wondered how his libido had suddenly grown so rampant and seemingly insatiable, but was easily ignored as he once again let his eyes run up his cousin’s lithe, lush figure and to her beautiful, smiling face. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, taking a step toward her.

Kara backed up a step, maintaining the distance between them. His reaction to her tone had sparked a similar one in her, making her skin and the depths of her sex tingle in anticipation. She kicked off her shoes and took another step backwards, away from him and toward the kitchen door. He kept pace with her as she took slow steps backward, his longer strides managing to slowly close the distance between them. She was still out of reach as she backed through the door and onto the porch. When she stopped he kept coming and his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her close against him and she smiled even as she pulled her head back to evade his lips. He frowned as she did it again. “What did you have in mind?” he enquired again, this time with real curiosity and confusion instead of playful innuendo.

She chuckled, a warm caress of sound that matched her breath against his lips. “You’ll see.” She replied mysteriously and then she was leaning forward and her lips locked with his and it didn’t matter anymore. Her body followed her lips to press against his and he tightened his arms around her, his hands settling on the rounded curves of her ass to pull her even tighter against him. They kissed passionately, head titling and shifting to lock and release their lips as they sucked and nipped at each other, tongues lithely fencing one moment and then fiercely wrestling the next. Her body undulated slowly and he matched it at a counter sync so that they ground against each other. The fingers of one of her hands wound through his hair and massaged his scalp while the other clutched at his shoulder. Clark let himself go, surrendering to the Kara’s sweet, delicious kiss and warm inviting body.

Clark’s eyes closed when hers did and a bitter memory and a sense of regret skated across his mind of feeling like this with Lana for the short few months before she had become saturated with Kryptonite radiation. It wasn’t so long ago and he had a moment of guilt at how much he was enjoying being with his cousin in this way. But, before that guilt could cause him to pull away from her, Kara tightened her grip on him and kissed him even harder and he found himself simply letting it go as surges of pleasure washed his thoughts away. Her body was both comforting as well as arousing and he allowed himself to luxuriate in its safe haven.

Kara could see it in his eyes and feel it in the change in tension in his body. Her cousin she had realized had, on occasion, a bad habit of over thinking things. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but she could sense that what he was thinking now, despite his physical reactions of pleasure, was painful to him. She felt for him and wanted to help him with that, but what she had planned needed him to be out of his head, at least for the moment. She kissed him harder and ground against the thick bulge in the front of his jeans. She had been edging slowly backwards and barely managed to keep her once again full-engaged lips from smiling as she floated herself off the porch and he followed.

She kept kissing him until they had risen a little higher. Kara found herself having to concentrate quite hard to maintain her control. Her stratagem for getting him to fly had a teeny tiny flaw. It had her fully aroused as well and the sexual tension translated into nervous energy that made it difficult for her to remain simply floating. She broke their kiss and had to tighten her fingers in his hair to stop his lips from following hers. She could see the desire in his eyes and he wondered if hers looked the same. “Look down.” She suggested with a sly smile that brought a frown to his forehead.

His desire for her had once again flared to the point of need and her request seemed strange and very out of place. But, he did as she asked and was shocked to find they were floating well off the ground. He started to panic and drop. Her hands tightened on his cheeks and she pulled him into another fierce kiss, buoying him once more. “Remember the feeling. Use it.” She instructed when she unlocked their lips. Clark mastered his surprise and panic and after a wobbly moment found his equilibrium as well as what Kara meant. He had never had the sense of freedom he had with Kara, the desire she invoked pushing everything else into the background and it seemed to be the key to releasing his ability to fly. He could feel the energy inside him and the pressure of the air beneath him.  “See, it’s not that hard.” She encouraged and slowly drifted back. He clutched at her shoulders for a moment as he wobbled again. “You’ve got it.” She reaffirmed as she broke contact with him and they floated, slowly revolving.

“Wow… This is really amazing.” He commented enthusiastically as he rose higher and tested his control flying a slow circle around her and she twirled as she followed. “Have you got it?” she asked and he nodded with a grin. Kara found his childlike joy totally adorable and almost as surprising as his prowess as a lover. The thought brought back the itch their kissing had started. She had given him the nudge he needed to fly, now she needed something from him. “Good… Now catch me if you can.” She taunted before thrusting her fist into the air, her bracelet catching the moonlight with a sparkle before she sped off into the sky with her golden tresses streaming out behind her. Clark was caught off guard by her speed as his head whipped up to follow her. He faintly heard her laugh and slowly shook his head and chuckled before bending his knees, feeling the air beneath his feet as if he were on solid ground and gathered himself to launch after her.

He had thought his ability to run faster than a speeding train was a rush, but flying was in a league of its own. Running was an exertion of his muscles, but flying, flying tapped into something deep inside him. He could suddenly feel energy causing through every fibre of his being, pulsing with the very beat of his heart. He concentrated on that energy, finding the power in it and directing it to blast himself after her. He could, didn’t want to stifle the whoop of pure joy that bubbled out of his lips as the cool night air whipped around him as he sped after Kara.

Clark thought that he might have more raw power than she did when he caught up with her quite easily, but the impudent, taunting grin she flashed him told him differently. “Catch me if you can.” She taunted as he matched her and started to reach for her. His hand was less than an inch from closing around her wrist when she showed him just how much speed she could actually muster, stunning him. The shockwave of the sonic boom she created threw him off kilter even further, which made him fall even further behind. “Now she plays hard to get.” He muttered to himself before he clenched his jaw and dug deep to rocket after her.

Kara hadn’t expected Clark to catch up to her quite so quickly, but it just made the game more interesting. She taunted him again just before he managed to grab her and then put every ounce of power she could muster into a burst of speed. She chuckled as she heard him mutter something about hard to get over the fading echo of the sonic boom she’d inadvertently created. A few moments later he made one too as he set off after her. She soon realized that he was faster than she was by the rate was catching up to her. He would catch up with her, it was inevitable, but that didn’t mean he would catch her. She smiled to herself as she deliberately turned on her back, taking a relaxed pose as she sped along and watched him gain on her.

She let him get close and then just out of pure curiosity rolled again and extending her arm exerted herself again to speed away from him, leaving a laugh trailing behind her. He seemed ready for her this time as she thought he would and after only a few moments of just matching her, he again started to gain on her. She was starting to breathe hard as she felt herself starting reach the limits of her reserve and still he was gaining. Kara decided to switch tactic, realizing that pure speed on her part wasn’t going to be enough, but her quickness and experience might keep the game alive.

He caught up to her as she eased off and she waited for him to reach for her before she easily rolled out of his reach to start an aerobatic game of cat and mouse. Clark realized she was playing with him, letting him close only to roll, twist, swoop and loop away from him. But, soon, what started off as a chase turned into a dance. Kara looked beautiful and incredibly graceful as she flew through the moonlight and he felt clumsy in comparison as he tried to keep up, but he managed it. They finally ended up face to face, mere inches apart, slowly spinning. She smiled at him, bright eyed and flushed and he smiled back.

They slowed down as they concentrated on each other rather than where they were going. He reached for her and lightly cupped her cheek as they came to a floating stop, righting themselves while still slowly spinning. She turned her head and pressed her lips to his palm as they closed the distance between them. He curled his arm around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck and curled one of her shapely legs around his. Her body radiated heat into his as her breasts flattened against his chest and he let his fingers wind into her silky hair. Their mouths hovered over each other, her breath tickling his lips.

Kara found herself lost in her cousin’s eyes. The game was over, he was more than happy to be caught, but her exhilaration had switched source. She could feel him hard and hot against her belly, the steady throb of his manhood an echo to the pulse at her core that made her intimate flesh slide against itself in anticipation. She was again surprised by the strength of her newly awakened libido and her willingness to surrender to it. But, none of that mattered a moment later as he pressed his lips to hers. She let his hand guide her head, tilting it to cement their kiss as her mouth opened to give his probing tongue access. She groaned into his mouth as she slowly circled her hips to unconsciously ground herself against his hard, denim-clad thigh as he bent her backwards over his arm.

Clark felt a strange sense of possessiveness. He hadn’t exactly caught her, but he felt as if he had captured a prize. Watching her grace and lithe shapely form had reawakened a primal need inside of him. His manhood throbbed and twitched in the confines of his boxers and jeans, only finding a small measure of relieve as it pressed against her washboard stomach, exposed by her crop top. He knew he should be questioning the powerful and apparently insatiable animal need he had for his cousin, but all he wanted to do was revel in it. Her lips vibrated against his as she groaned and her eyes fluttered closed as she ground against him and he could feel a flash of heat against his thigh and the hot points of her nipples scrape along his chest.

They kissed slowly, but hungrily, lips sucking and sliding and tongues fencing and wrestling while their heads shifted to find better angles of connection. They were soon dry humping, his hand having slid from the small of her back to her ass while the fingers of one of her hands wound into his hair, his nails massaging his scalp. Kara felt them start to sink as their concentration waved under the delicious onslaught of arousal. She moaned as she pulled her lips away from his, breathing hard, breathless despite her large lung capacity, but she couldn’t stop rubbing herself against him to rachet up the sweet tension growing inside her loins.

Clark licked his lips, tasting her on them as he tried to control his breathing and focus on keeping himself in the sky as he felt gravity try to reassert itself as his focus shifted more and more to his cousin and his desire for her. “Where are we?” he asked, realizing that he had no idea how far or even what direction they had flown. Kara laughed. “ I have no idea.” She replied peering around. “But, I believe that’s a beach down there.” She noted and he followed her pointing finger down and to the left. They looked back at each other for a moment before, hand in hand they streaked down the strip of white sand  and the small apparently uninhabited island she’d indicated.

His landing wasn’t smooth in the least as he misjudged the rapidly approaching ground, but Kara’s steadying hand and strength stopped him from ending up on his face. She did however let him drop to the sand and onto his back and he pulled her with him by their linked hands. She ended up on top of him, giggling. “We’ll work on your landing later, Cuz.” She told him, swiping her hair out of her face, grinning.

Clark grabbed her hips and rocked his hard to roll them and reverse their positions, his hands capturing her wrist to pin lightly above her head. “I think I did pretty well.” He defended himself in a low, gravelly growl that send a shiver through Kara because it seemed to have nothing to do with his actual landing. The sand was still warm with the day’s heat against her back and his body was a delightfully hot and comfortable weight. “Yes… Yes, I believe you did.” She whispered in answer, letting her hand stay where he had placed them as his hands slowly slid down her arms. His fingers left tingling trails on her skin and she closed her eyes and bit her lower lips when his hands left her for a moment and then cupped her breasts. Her back arched to press her globes into his hands as he fondled them, his thumb and forefinger finding, pinching and pulling at her now stiff, swollen nipples through her top.

It hadn’t been that long since he’d explored her naked body, but it was like starting all over again. It had a slightly illicit feel to it, like the first few times Lana had let him cop a feel over her top during those wonderful few months when he had been normal and they’d had a possible future that was just not to be. Clark felt a strange, brief contraction of his heart at the memory that contradicted the lurch of his dick as he drank in the blonde beauty of his cousin and lover. He suddenly wondered if the intensity of his reaction to his new relationship with Kara and the need that came with it might have something to do with history of close, but no cigar when it came to romance. “Am I just trying to get as much as I can before something went wrong. And, was that really such a bad thing? And, when did I become so cynical?” He asked himself in rapid succession.

His hand stilled on her breast and she saw something pass across his face as he started to lift his hand and rose until he was straddling her hips. She caught his hand and kept it in place before flexing her fingers over his to urge him to continue what he was doing. His eyes came back to hers. “It’s okay, Clark, it really is. We all have a past. We all have memories.” She reassured him and she watched him come back to the here and now. “What are yours?” he asked out of sudden curiosity, letting his melancholy thoughts of lost love pass. She sat up, still keeping his hand on her breast. “Mine are of a world and a planet that no longer exists. I’ll tell you about them sometime, but right now… Let’s get wet.” She responded, squeezing his hand on her breast before she bucked her hips and pushed him off her and onto his ass.



Before, he could react, she had jumped up and was heading towards the water. He watched her strip out of and discard her clothes as she went. He grinned, realizing she was giving him a show, moving at the speed of a normal human for his benefit which was reinforced when she looked over her shoulder and winked at him. He jumped up and raced after her, also removing his clothes. He cheated a little and splashed into the surf not too long after her, but the little lead she had on him was enough that he just caught a glimpse of her dimpled backside as she dove under the water. He followed suit, the water sliding along his skin as he swam to catch up with her.

Brightly colored fish darted away from them as they cavorted under the water, reenacting their early aerial ballet in slow motion aquatic silence. They played for a little while, but soon, light brushes of fingertips and skin on skin in passing weren’t enough and Clark gathered Kara into his arms and his lips found hers as his dick throbbed and tapped against her firm belly. They worked their way slowly back to the surface and closer to shore, kissing while hands explored. They broke the surface and he rolled onto his back, holding her on top of him, augmenting the buoyancy of the salt water with his own new found ability to support her weight and keep them both afloat.

Kara raked her sodden hair out of her face and pressed her lips to his chest for a moment before she curled an arm around her cousin’s neck and pulled herself higher up on the solid, manly platform he provided while at the same time letting her other hand trail down between them. The flying and the swimming and the teasing had been fun, and anticipation had its merits, but now she just wanted him inside her again. She fleetingly wondered if she’d ever again not want to feel him inside her and then dismissed the thought as something she really didn’t want to contemplate. With, a uncontrolled shudder as she grasped his thick, long, steely hot shaft and guided the pointed tip through her slippery folds. She found her entrance and released him as she pressed back hard. Kara’s back arched and she didn’t even try to stifle the cry of joy as he speared into her, parting and stretching and stretching her taut, flexing intimate flesh, filling her and forging a blazing trail to her core.

Clark gasped and started to flounder as his focus shattered under the wonderful sensation of the snug furnace of her sex enveloped him. He grabbed at her ass and tried to regain control, but luckily his feet found the sandy bottom and he was able to stand instead, switching their position from horizontal to vertical. It also had the net effect of driving him up into her and her down onto him, both of them groaning as the added impetus. She wrapped her legs around his waist when they were one, her tight channel twisting and contracting against his length, wavering back and forth along the knife]s edge of resistance and acceptance. He fondled her ass as she slowly wriggled and undulated to adjust to him.

The light surf, broke against her back, in a rhythmic massage while she lapped and sucked salt spray off the side of his neck and shoulder as her body accepted his welcome invasion. Her breasts were flattened against his chest and she could feel the strong beat of his heart transfer into her chest while the water moved along them in a cool caress that made her skin feel even hotter. She cupped the back of his head and turned his face to find his lips for a hungry kiss as she flexed her legs and rocked her hips to ride his manhood, to stir her roiling, sparking core with its solid masculinity. His fingers clutched at her ass cheeks as he ground up into her. Heat and friction from him and the cool caress of the sea water on her clit were a wildly exciting mixture of sensation that surged electric charges of delight into her loins to power the dynamo of her rapidly growing climax.

Clark ravaged her mouth with hard, bruising kisses which she returned with equal ferocity while they bumped and ground together. She felt wonderful on him, the velvet fist of her channel caressing his entire length as they undulated together. But, their position just didn’t give him the leverage to do what he really wanted even as his hips bucked. He was suddenly in touch with a powerful, primal part of himself that he had only recently discovered and it urged him to surrender to his desire, to abandon thought and reason and just simply sate himself on his beautiful cousin. He remembered feeling something vaguely similar, the last time he and Lana had been together, equals and they’d broken his bed in the throw of passion, but this was stronger, it came from deeper inside. He wondered if it was something only Kryptonians could truly feel. He would have to ask Kara, if he could ever possibly remember the question. It was both scary and liberating and he didn’t fight it. He wasn’t sure exactly how, but the water was suddenly only up to his calves, he must have been backing up. He turned and lowered her into the shallow, her hands clutching at his shoulders as gravity took hold of her weight.

The air, although not cold, was cool across her back in comparison to the delicious heat that radiated from him against her front. He almost slid out of her as he bent to lay her in the gently lapping waves, but Kara locked her ankles, keeping his dickhead inside her as he knelt. She gasped as thrust forward, hard to once again invade her core. She let her feet fall into the water, spreading her legs wide in willing acceptance of his masculine dominance as he grasped and pinned her wrists on either side of her head and started to drive back and forth inside her with long, hard strokes. Each powerful collision of his pelvis slid her ass through the wet sand and it took her a few moments to dig her heels in and brace herself for his wondrous onslaught. Her core was a wild electrical storm and the shockwave of connecting flesh at the apex of each stroke was the thunderclap that rolled after the lightning grounded and dispersed through her nerves as spidery arches of pleasure.

Kara began to match his strokes, her hips rising to meet his. The water hissed across the sand as the surf advanced and retreated, a rhythmic undertone to the splashing of their straining bodies and their heavy, panted breaths. Clark could feel his need for release building exponentially as he drove into the twisting, squeezing, oiled vice of her femininity. She twisted and squirmed her wrist against his grip and he relaxed it, the small of his back twitching as they circled their hips to grind together at the apex of his thrust. She shifted her hands until she could twine her fingers with his where they flexed and relaxed to the same rhythm of his plunging sex. He could feel her start to quiver underneath him and the timber and volume of her cries changed to something fiercer, something more desperate. Someone was growling, sending feral, rumbling admissions of desire and need floating up into the evening sky and he realized with a shock that it was him. His heart hammered against his ribs and his blood sang in his ears as the tension in his loins continued to twist tighter, ever tighter, pleasure stacking upon pleasure until he was sure he couldn’t bear it any longer.

She was so close, but Kara realized he was even closer as his rhythm started to falter and she could clearly see the strain on his face. She knew she was being just a little selfish, but she wanted them to find release together, as they had before. She struggled to disentangle her fingers from his and it seemed to take him a few moments to realize she wanted to free them. He blinked at her in confusion once she freed them and then started to push at his chest while using her feet to try and scramble backwards, out from under his weight and off his shaft. His hips continued to plunge forward, trying to stay inside her while he clutched as her shoulders. She managed to twist out of his grip, felt him slip out of her with regret as she turned onto her belly before she scrambled forward on her hands and knees. “Kara?” he queried in strained, confused betrayal. She craned her head over her sandy shoulder, marshaled her strained breathing for a moment and told him: “I want you to take me like this.”

She was struggling to get away from him. He wanted to let her go, but his body just wouldn’t respond, his conscious thought having a hard time cutting through the animal need he had surrendered to. “Why? What was going on? What had he done? Had he hurt her? What had changed?” the questions skittered and reverberated across his mind as he stared at her. His dick slapped against his belly as it throbbed, the air, although tropical, felt cool in comparison to the delicious furnace of Kara’s intimate embrace. She was looking at him over her shoulder and her kiss-swollen lips were moving, but Clark was so completely confused, stunned by Kara’s actions that it took several weirdly strange moments for her words to register.



When they did however, his body was in no way slow to react. He scooted over to her, his hands running over her sand caked ass for a moment, unintentionally dusting her off, before he grasped her hips. If he had been in more conscious control of himself he might have realized that the position seemed to be a predilection of Kara’s. He rose up on his knees, his rampant manhood sliding through her slick, swollen and heated folds like a heat-seeking missile. His first, humping thrust just sent him sliding through her dewy petals. His dick twitched in response and he had to relinquish is hold on her to grip and guide himself. He seated himself and drove forward in one smooth motion. She started to move forward as she wasn’t quite able to absorb the force of his powerful thrust, but he grasped her shoulder and pulled her back up and onto him.

Kara bit back a cry as Clark drove into her, his thick, long shaft a lance that that mixed both pleasure and pain as it rushed from her entrance to her core. The sand gave under her hands and she wasn’t quite able to brace herself, sliding forward with the force of his thrust, but his strong hands on her shoulder held her up and pulled her back so that 

his pelvis slammed into her buttocks. Her head dropped and she panted heavily as he rolled his hips to grind into her and reignite the wildfire growth of her climax. She lifted her head when he drew back and this time she didn’t even attempt to stifle her cry as he drove forward again and they started a push and pull, rocking and rolling synced rhythm, her fingers digging into the gritty sand to brace herself and thrust back onto him.

One of his hands reached around and clutched and squeezed her breast, sending a sparking wave of sensation into her chest to counterpoint the lightning strikes of his thrusts. His other hand collected and wrapped her wet hair around his fist to arch her back and expose her neck to his sucking lips, swirling tongue and testing teeth. Whether it was the slight pause, the confusion or their new position she couldn’t tell, but he was driving into her with renewed vigor, his grunts mingling with her cries as he stroked through her intimate flesh to push her ever closer to climax.

Clark felt like he was in a trance. Despite the fact that he’d had sex with his cousin several times in the last few days, he had never wanted her as much as he did now. He had been close to release only minutes before, his nuts roiling, his muscles starting to misfire as the tension in his loins clamored for release, but all he wanted now was to stay inside her, to be one with her again and again and again. He growled as much against the shell of her ear as they strained together. The firm globe of her breast was hot under his fingers, the hard nub of her nipple pressing into his palm as he tested the resilient flesh. The skin of her neck and shoulder tasted salty with sea water and sweat as he sucked and lapped at it. Her feminine scent mixed with the heady perfume of sex wafted off her skin and into his flared nostrils as he sucked in heavy breaths while his hips drove forward and rocked back to find the satin caress of her delightful channel.

He stroked into her, touching all the right spots inside her, again and again and one moment her climax was building and the next it burst free. Kara’s strangled cry became a sharp, piercing scream, rising up onto her knees as he drove up into her even as her sex and the rest of her muscles locked with the electric surge of bliss that blasted through her. She felt herself twist, contract and flood around his hard, unyielding length as she shuddered as her muscles randomly and rapidly relaxed and tensed while stars danced before her wide open eyes as her orgasm rampaged through her system. There didn’t seem to be enough oxygen in the air and her lungs seem to burn up what little she could find too quickly to deal with the breathlessness she felt. Just when she thought she could handle no more, his hips bucked and a fresh wave of bliss exploded from her core.

He felt her tense and cry out in climax, but his hips continued to drive him through the vice grip of her locked channel. The silky expanse of her back shuddered against his heaving chest as she rose up and he followed suit. He wrapped his arm around her midriff, feeling it quiver against his skin as he clutched and squeezed at her breast while he continued to hump up and forward, pressing himself hard against her firm buttocks and as deep as he could go into the roaring, grease fueled inferno of her core. He continued to thrust, rocking her against his embrace. Kara whimpered and whined, but at the same time pressed down on him, her body becoming relaxed and then tensing by turns.

The tension in his balls reached a peak and he found himself hanging in a moment of calm, the eye of his erotic storm, where everything slowed. Where, he felt everything, the silk slide of her skin on his, the tickle of her hair on his cheek, the pounding thump of his heart and the flex and shift of his muscles and hers. Her scent and the perfume of sex mixed with the salt sea air, the soft rumble of the surf and its hissing retreat, a steady refrain under their heavy breathing, his grunts and the delighted, but strained sounds of Kara’s climax were all crystal clear to him, and then, the whirlwind returned.

Clark threw back his head and roared his release to the moon as his spine arched and his butt clenched while his hips pumped and his dick expanded and contracted to spurt his seed into her. Pleasure surged into him on electric waves as their bodies vibrated against each other with the rolling tension of their climaxes. He tried to control the flexing of his hand, but he felt the firm flesh of her breast compress under his grip as he bucked and ground against her ass.

Kara, lost in the throes of climax, and reaching the wonderful balance where its intensity was no longer so overwhelming and she could simply luxuriate in the bliss was caught off guard and surprised by the sudden re-ignition of its intensity. The combined feel of the liquid heat of his ejaculation rocket into her and his hand clutched at her breast with near-painful strength while he ground against her buttocks and back and the roar of his release echoing in her ears made her core flare once more. She grunted as the electric fire washed through her again and clutched at his hand over her breast as she shuddered under the renewed onslaught of sensation. She had felt short of breath before, but now she felt out of it. A wild laugh echoed through her mind as the stray thought that should be careful what she wished for somehow inserted itself into sex-befuddled brain.

Her sex twisted and squeezed at his shaft, but he couldn’t stop his hips from driving him forward through its tight grasp. His roar became heavy pants as his blood pounded in his ears and his chest heaved against her silky back. Time lost its meaning as they floated in their shared orgasmic experience, but eventually the periods of taut tension decreased and became outnumbered by those of limp relaxation. His balls continued to lurch even though they were empty, her sex rippling around him to continue milking him. He felt her weight shift as she went limp, and he just simply couldn’t find the co-ordination to stop then as the collapsed sideways onto the sand. They both groaned softly as they stretched out their legs, but remained glued to each other, his sex shrinking, but not actually slipping out of her.

He kissed her shoulder and she sighed, shifting back even tighter against him, while letting her fingers twine with his and pulling the back of his hand to her lips for a kiss of her own. Her climax continued to echo along her nerves, her body was limp and her muscles blanketed in comfortable, well-used heat to make her movements languid. The solid cradle of Clark’s body pressed tightly behind her added to her comfort as he draped his leg over hers. The surf tickled her toes and Kara realized she was completely and utterly content.

Clark usually tumultuous mind was still and calm as he luxuriated in his sexual satiation and the feel of his cousin’s warm, shapely body pressed against his front and her scent filling his nose. His semi-stiff penis nestled warmly along the crack of her ass, still partially inside the welcoming liquid heat of her sex. “Kara?” he called name softly as he rested his lightly on the side of her head his lips next to the shell of her ear. “Hmmmm?” Kara responded and he could almost see the soft, sleepy smile on her lips in her words. “Is this like a Kryptonian thing?” he asked. “This?” she countered for clarification…

TO BE CONTINUED