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The room was as cold as their stares. Not only in temperature, but décor. All metal, a dull grey and walls that curved overhead, seeming to bare down on those inside. There she sat, at the chair closest to the door as her peers sat as far from her as possible. All of the founding seven were in attendance; Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, and Hawkgirl. They all had their reasons for looking down their noses at her. For her actions, with whom she performed those actions, and under what circumstances. She was screwed on all sides.

At least the lecturing was done. For what felt like a lifetime Kara had to sit there quietly as they all berated her with why what she did was so stupid, why that since it was with Lobo that it was so dangerous, and why that it was outside that it was so irresponsible. They all had their grievances to air, but none more so than Superman. Wonder Woman didn't say much, she just sort of watched. Supergirl was tempted to speak up against Superman, make note of the hickey barely creeping out from beneath his cape. She knew right then and there why he wasn't available to take down Lobo himself. Despite this knowledge, she wouldn't use it against him. She didn't think it would do any good.

After arriving back at the Watchtower, her costume torn and baring her breasts, she was told to get changed and go straight to the conference room she sat in now. Most of her spare costumes she kept at her apartment and those on the Watchtower were all in tatters as well. Teenage procrastination had led her to the only choice, her old costume. She only had to use the top, but it was still one from her first years as Supergirl. It was a small white top, cut mere inches below her breasts and baring her flat tummy. When she was barely a teenager it wasn't too bad, but now in her 20's it seemed much more scandalous. Her breasts had obviously grown since then, and strained against the white cotton top, stretching the slightly faded S out. Her stomach had seen more exercise and had become more toned and sleek. She may well have been better off just crossing her arms over her exposed breasts back in the monitor room.

Once they had laid out their concerns, their gripes, their outright judgments of her, they had a vote. Such a flagrant abuse of power, a public fucking, with a known criminal warranted council on disciplinary action. As far as they knew, there was no standard for how to deal with a super hero screwing a villain in the streets in broad daylight. She was just lucky no one saw – Lobo had cleared everyone off the docks with his rampaging and any left scurried away once he and Lobo starting sharing blows. Kara was left alone in that room with her thoughts for a while. She couldn't tell if they were just deadlocked or trying to drive her mad.

When they returned, they sat silently as Superman collected his thoughts. As the initial founder of the League, it fell on him to deliver the news of punishment on any member, despite their relation with him. However, this day there would be no expulsion for Kara. Superman explained, trying his best to hold back his emotions, that while what she did was immensely irresponsible and dangerous, that her age and unique circumstances warranted lenience on her case. Probation. Double monitor duty. And whenever she was to be called into action, she would always have another hero with her. Supergirl wished they had just thrown her out of the league.

She had worked so long and hard to earn their respect, to gain a place in the League where she was seen as an equal. But in one fell swoop she had managed to demote herself to a little kid again. Someone who couldn't be trusted with their own power. They ordered her to go back to her room, to wait there until it was time for her newly appointed monitor duty. Slinking away, Kara walked back to her quarters, past all the eyes of heroes who had heard or seen what she had done. It was the longest walk of her life, but she didn't feel like flying to make it go by faster.

Once she was in her room, she set it to lock and breathed a sigh of relief with an accompanying laugh. Despite all the judgment laid down upon her, she would do it all over again. Never had she felt so released and free than when she was down there, fucking the life out of Lobo and getting so much frustration vented through him. The increased monitor duty and loss of respect was terrible, to be sure, but it was all outweighed by the satisfaction of a good fuck.

Kara spotted herself in the full length mirror near her closet. She eyed herself up and down, examining her own features as if for the first time. Ribbons of golden tresses fell down to slender shoulders. Her full, up-thrust, breasts never looked bigger than they did in that tiny cotton top. The cold air of the conference room had forced her pink buds to press against her costume, proudly alerting eyes to her tits. A flat and sculpted stomach twisted as she turned her body, giving herself a profile view of her form. She pulled up her skirt just enough to uncover her pert cheeks, so supple and firm from all her crime fighting and good genes. Those rosy cheeks gave lead to her strong thighs that could easily bend steel between them. Long, tan, stems had been the envy of many women, and she felt so lucky to have them. This whole package had been used to get what she desired and that made her feel more powerful than ever before. So long had her body been utilized for the purposes of fighting evil. Now she could see that she could use it to gain pleasure.

Her newfound pride led her to the bathroom where she would treat her admired body to a steamy shower. She had to hurry to get dressed and head to the conference room so there hadn't been time to wash the sweat and smell of sex off.

First the top came had to come off. As much as she appreciated the shirt's efforts to make her breasts seem more perky and large, it was still rather tight to be totally comfortable. Her tits bounced free and she again spied on them in the mirror. Supergirl was still so young and had room to develop, and she could only guess how large they would eventually become. She could use Power Girl as a model, but that just took the mystery out of it. There was no cape to remove as that came standard with her blue top, so next came the boots. Sitting down on the toilet, she reached down to the right boot and tugged the zipper down the long path of her calf. Kara took her time with this, running her thumbnail along the skin as it was exposed and sending shivers throughout her body. Once the zipper reached just above the heel, she stretched her leg out, long and lithe, and tugged the boot off. The same was done for her other boot, though it was playfully kicked off instead.

Standing, Supergirl hooked her thumbs into the hem of her skirt and gave a sharp pull down as she bent as far as she could at her waist. The tight blue fabric raced across the skin of her cheeks as her proud buttocks was hoisted into the air. She wondered if her alias should have a job as a stripper after her little private show in her bathroom. Last but not least came her dark blue thong. That was taken off in a similar fashion as her skirt, but with more care. The thin cloth clung lightly to her damp pussy as she pulled. The underwear was then tossed, over her shoulder, into the hamper by the door.

With that little striptease done, Kara turned on the shower, testing her palm against the water as it heated up. It had to get really hot to really feel warm to her, but it was worth the wait. By the time the temperature reached the level she desired, there was already a good deal of steam rising up the bathroom mirror.

A long, toned, leg stepped into the tub, and soon Kara's entire form followed with it. The water felt fantastic against her golden skin, washing away all the sweat and smell from her body. Streams of water ran along the length of her body, her hands tracing along them and caressing her curves. A dollop of body wash was squirted into her palm and rubbed against her body. Starting with the shoulders and neck, Supergirl massaged her way down across her breasts, stomach, hips, ass, and legs. The water took the soap as soon as she applied it, so she made a game of trying to get enough suds on her body to last longer than a second. The game forced her to massage her body more thoroughly, and longer, which was the whole point.

The shower probably lasted much longer than it needed to, but she didn't mind, and her body was certainly thankful for the attention. After drying off, she wrapped the fluffy white towel around her torso, just high enough to cover her nipples and just low enough to drape over her pussy and ass, though the bottom curves of her cheeks were poking out just a smidge. She hadn't washed her hair, but it did get a little wet from the experience, and had to be blow dried for a few minutes.

Supergirl stepped back into her room, the bathroom door sliding in its futuristic manner to reveal a very patient Wonder Woman sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Wonder Woman!" she exclaimed, holding onto the knot on her towel formed against her cleavage. She was usually happy to have her mentor in her room, or anywhere, to speak with her, but after the events prior to then she could only guess she was here to lecture her harshly. Even so, she felt compelled to ask, "What are you doing here?" in the most clichéd way possible. "And...how did you get in here?" she followed up with, curious as to how she bypassed her locked door without smashing it in.

The Amazon couldn't help but look over her youthful form, still damp from her obvious shower and barely confined in her tight little towel. Supergirl really was becoming a woman, which reassured her of her opinion on Kara's actions back on earth.

"I'm just here to talk, Kara. About what happened," she clarified, standing up from the bed to speak in a more authoritative stance.

Kara gave a typical youthful shrug, acting unconcerned for Diana's concerns. "Oh? And why didn't you say anything back in the conference room with everyone else?"

"Because everyone else was being too judgmental to understand what I want to say," Diana explained, walking over to Kara and placing a caring hand on her shoulder. "I understand completely why you did what you did, and I'm not mad."

Supergirl was definitely surprised by this turn of events, and it forced her to lose her defiant stance. "You do? You're not?"

She smiled and shook her head, "Not at all, Supergirl. I wish it had been under better circumstances and someplace more private, but I understand."

Well it wasn't completely without judgment, but it was a great deal less than what she had received a half hour before.

"I'm here because I wanted to give you a bit more help than what I gave you before. Hopefully we can avoid another incident like before," she explained, causing Kara to scowl. She may have been agreeing with her, but Supergirl still heard the lecture weaseling its way into the discussion. Wonder Woman returned to her bed and took a seat to begin her talk, now in a friendlier manner. "First and foremost...how was it?" she asked, she just had to ask. Lobo was a crude and gruff individual whom she would never touch beyond knocking him into the sun, and Supergirl she assumed felt the same way, which may explain why she was so drawn to the forbidden fruit.

Kara felt oddly comfortable with this topic now, even as it became more personal. Perhaps her little romp on the docks had awakened more than she knew. "It was amazing!" she started, throwing her arms out in excitement and testing the strength of the towel. "It kind of started off as a challenge, see which of us would turn before we reached the cliff, but we just kept going on – even when he wanted to stop," she explained with a giggle.

"And did he...?" Wonder Woman vaguely asked, though she hoped Kara could fill in the rest on her own.

"Oh he did," she put with a sultry tone. "It's a shame he's the last of his kind. He had the strength, stamina, and the girth that I needed." Then Kara's youthful vigor began to vanish as she came to that realization she had been dreading. "But I think I worked him too hard and scared him off," she added with a pout.

"Well that's why I'm here, Kara," Wonder Woman began to explain, "To tell you that you don't need a man with super strength to get you off," she said, eliciting a curious brow from Kara. "You just need a man who knows his way around a woman's body."

That qualification may not be the easiest to find in a man, but it was a lot easier than finding someone with the strength and stamina of a Kryptonian. So Supergirl perked up a bit, coming to sit down on the bed next to Wonder Woman, crossing her long legs before she posed a question.

"But, what about...you know, crushing him?" Kara asked, concerned that the force of her contractions would ruin any male she slept with.

"That's why you need to learn a bit of control, Kara," and with that Wonder Woman pulled out a simple little vibrator from under the covers she had hidden while Supergirl was in the shower. It wasn't anything impressive, or giant. It was no longer than four inches and looked so delicate. Supergirl was confused. She had produced a graveyard of broken vibrators throughout her teenaged life, but Wonder Woman had anticipated her concern. "I know what you're thinking, Supergirl. But that's the whole point. You need to learn control, to be able to hold back the strength of your contractions without sacrificing your orgasms."

Wonder Woman handed her the pink toy and stood up to walk out. "Just take your time and find a suitable mate. And try to keep this from Superman. He...wouldn't approve," she added before she walked out. Supergirl examined the toy for awhile, as if trying to find some switch to make it more durable and powerful. To no avail, she just had to trust Diana and get to work.

The towel was tossed aside without delay, revealing her youthful form once more before it was stretched out along her bed. Her head nestled into her arrangement of pillows and she switched on the vibrator. Rolling her blue eyes, she immediately placed it at her pussy, pushing it in without hassle and began a slow pumping motion with it. She used the visual aid of her recent sexual partner, Lobo, and the fun they had on earth.

With a sly smile, she worked the vibrator harder and harder, but seemed to be getting nowhere. It felt good, sure, but it was...empty. Or maybe it was her that was empty. The more she thought about her experience hours ago, though, the more she realized it wasn't really what she was looking for. Sure it was fun, a real thrill, and she wouldn't dismiss it entirely, but all that blind pounding away just felt so...juvenile now.

Frustration returned to Kara, now convinced that for all her trouble she had gotten nowhere with her plight. She wouldn't discount a nice, hard, random fuck every now and then, but she realized that wasn't what she was looking for. So her mind went to Wonder Woman's words, about how she needed someone who knew her body. With a deep breath, Kara pulled the vibrator out and just rest it against her clit.

Her mind began to wander to her potential suitors. She thought of Catman, an experience martial artist, and began to run her hand against her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the soft touch, a touch she pictured was his. As her fingers traced along the definitions in her stomach, she thought of Hawkman's soft feathers falling against her skin as he loomed over her. The vibrator was being rubbed up and down now against her clit and lips.

The Flash was in her mind now, admiring her long legs as she lifted them up, showing off her flexibility as she cupped her hand behind her thigh and gave it a series of caresses. The pink toy was being pushed more and more against her lips, begging for entrance but not knowing the secret word yet. Rolling over on her stomach, she thought of Green Arrow and his publically known love of nice asses. She gave herself several good spanks, emitting a little private scream to each.

None of them seem to be doing it for her, though. Her breathing had increased, panting against her soft pillows. Her pussy had gotten wetter, though the vibrator remained outside her folds, but still being rubbed against them with primal want. Green Lantern was using his ring to form all kinds of bonds and toys to use on her, sating her bondage fantasies. Martian Manhunter used his mind reading to know exactly what and who she wanted and gave her everything. Atom adjusted his size to that of 8 inches, exploring her body like a mountain climber and hitting all those unseen details.

Before she could give up hope on figuring out who would do it for her, it struck her. The perfect mate for her, the perfect hero to find all her little pleasure spots and know exactly how to exploit them. She thought of him taking her into his strong arms, and even knowing her own strength surpassed his she felt secure with him. He was penetrating her now, as the vibrator did, and her hips lifted into the air. One hand worked the toy as the other rubbed her clit with hot want. He took her at every angle, giving her everything she needed and more. His lips ran along her body and took time to admire every inch of her form. She was close now. His strong form looming over her as she thrust back into his advances, and he took every blow with ease. Her touches sped up and grew stronger. He was ravaging her body, touching every part of her as his own and claiming her for himself. She was dripping. Breasts were cupped, ass was spanked, legs were lifted, hips thrust, stomach knotted, lips locked, and she was there.

Supergirl came with a force she didn't know she was capable of. Unfortunately, she had failed her test and crushed the poor little vibrator within her walls. She didn't care. Pass or fail, she was going to get what she wanted, what she needed, now. Rolling back over to lay on her back, she tossed the broken tool aside and gazed lazily up at her ceiling and uttered the name of her future lover.

"Batman."

Recovering from her post-orgasm glow, Kara sat up with a troubling though. It was clear to her that Batman had to be hers, no matter what. The problem was that Batman was the most resistant man to a relationship, one-night or long term. He was so professional all while being such a bad boy. Black Canary, Wonder Woman, Zatana, Cat Woman; they all pursued the dark knight with unmatched determination, and if any of them succeeded he wasn't talking. Still, Kara had the advantage of youthful determination on her side, abandoning reason and logic for passion and desire.

Still, it couldn't hurt to arm herself for the difficult fight. Batman was a brooding hero, a shadowed protector with more angst than an 8th grade class. So if Batman wanted to stay in the shadows, Supergirl was going to follow him in. Her costume was much too bright for her purposes. She searched through her closet and dresser for the perfect new costume to aid in her seduction of the dark knight.

First item added to her new, super seduction, costume, was the underwear. A simple black thong worked just fine for her purposes. She even put on a black bra to match just to give her girls a little extra boost. Over top of that was a simple black t-shirt. A bit older than the white costume top she wore before, and certainly was never used for crime fighting, and still wouldn't, so it fit snugly but comfortably, exposing her flat stomach and stretching across her cupped tits.
Next she pulled a tight black skirt on. It was an inch shorter than her usual blue skirt, and hugged her hips and ass perfectly. The strings of her thong were pulled up to arc over her hip bones, exposed above the hem of the skirt. Not to be too familiar, she chose some boots she never thought she'd get to wear. They were black and heeled, with a cross lace that went all the way up her calves, accenting them nicely. She pulled on some black and white striped cotton fingerless gloves. They had to be fingerless so she could display her black painted nails. There was definitely a theme going on with the new outfit. To add some contrast, she applied some dark red lipstick. In order to keep some innocence about her, she did her blonde tresses up in pigtails, tied with red ribbons. If she had a lollipop she'd be sucking on it.

Kara gave herself a once over in the mirror, and liked what she saw, she just had to hope Batman would feel the same. Even if she failed at her seduction, and she didn't plan on it, she might keep this new costume. It had a youthful sexuality about it, and fit her like a glove. Satisfied, she did up the rest of her makeup, giving herself heavy eyeliner to make her blue eyes sharper, and set out to do her monitor duty, and she knew Batman would just be nearly done with his shift when she got there.

The metal doors slid open to the large circular room overlooking the main transport bay of the Watchtower. The walls were lined with computer screens showing satellite footage of locations all around the world. Some were normal, nothing going on, while others featured heroes fighting disasters they had been called out for. Kara wondered which screen she appeared on hours ago. Illuminated by all the computer screens was Batman himself, sitting in a lone chair and trying to keep his attention on every situation and every situation that could arise.

Making sure her new costume was in order, Kara carried herself over to Batman, her hips swaying seductively just in case he happened to turn around to greet her. Kara stopped at the main layout of dials and buttons that ran the monitors and transport bay. Careful not to brace herself against any big red buttons, Supergirl bent over to peer over at the valiant defender of peace. Despite her alluring display of her curves, Batman did not bother to look at her and only gave a "You're early, Supergirl" to greet her. That was Batman, a man of few words and all of them business.

Twisting her lips and giving a huff, Kara turned to sit on the edge of the console, again being cautious not to accidently flip a kill-all switch. Crossing her legs, displaying the muscle tone of her stems, she gave Batman a dreamy look. Just his stubbled jaw was enough to get her all in a swoon. "I know, I just wanted to spend some time with you, Bats," she casually said.

He finally looked up at her, immediately towards her sapphire eyes and gave a curious look before turning his attention back to the screens. Batman was the greatest detective in the world, and already had figured out what she was trying to pull given how she was sitting, speaking, and dressed. He knew Supergirl was a beautiful girl, but she was the cousin of one of his best friends, and a fellow hero, which only served to complicate things more. All in his head he began to deduce the ifs, whys, hows, and end results of all possible scenarios that could arrive from that moment.

Giving soft little kicks to the air, Kara ran her eyes down Batman's body. There wasn't much to see with his thick black cape draped over his shoulders, but she could make out the outline of the center of his chest down to his abs, and that utility belt and all parts of him around it. During her examination, Batman turned in his chair to face her, arms crossed. "Supergirl, no," he plainly put.

"No what, B-Man?" she playfully asked, giving a wry smile and arching her back to display her assets better for him.

"You know what, Supergirl," he again stated. With his stance firmly stated, he turned back around to the monitors, keeping watch on the world below rather than the young woman to his left.

Supergirl pouted, seeing no use in playing dumb anymore. She should have known Batman would see through the act immediately. So she turned to appeal to his sense of reason. "Come on, Batman, don't just throw away the notion right away. This could be good for both of us! God knows I need the attention," she started, running her finger across his broad shoulder, "and I can only imagine that your dark past isn't the only thing that keeps that stick up you're a-"

Before she could finish the expletive, Batman grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her arm away. "You are on probation for just this sort of thing, Supergirl. Even if you weren't, you are Superman's cousin. It would only complicate things," he explained, turning back to the monitors a second time. "Besides, you're too young."

She scowled down at him at his last comment. "I am not too young! I'll be 21 this summer!" she snapped at him, crossing her arms across her breasts. Then a dark gloved hand came reaching over to her thigh and she felt her heart skip.

"You're in the way," he said in his gruff tone, forcing her to slip off the console bay so he could type in the needed coordinates to one of the heroes that just teleported down to earth. He looked up at her, pouting with arms crossed, looking away from him for the first time since she came into the room. With a heavy sigh, he felt obligated to try and ease her hurt. "Supergirl, you're a beautiful young woman, intelligent, and very sweet. Any hero or otherwise would be lucky to have you," he put in the nicest way he could muster. Nice really wasn't what Batman was known for.

Supergirl gave him a healed smile, which quickly faded as she saw he was about to form a "but."

"But I just can't, Supergirl," he said, affirming her fears.

With a slow nod, she pushed off the console and began to walk towards the window looking out over the transport bay. She would have left but she would just have to return in five minutes for monitor duty anyway.

"But Bruce Wayne can," he added, much to her delight. It wasn't the Batman fantasy she was hoping for, but it was the next best thing. She gleefully ran over to him and gave him a big hug, elated he had succumbed to her wants. Batman felt it was his duty to ensure another Lobo incident didn't happen again, among other reasons.

Batman rose, breaking from her hug and gave her a simple nod to excuse himself. As he walked out and Kara watched, he turned to leave with "Wear something black."

The next night Kara was lucky to not have monitor duty. Unbeknownst to her, Batman had done some subtle rearranging of the schedule so Superman had her place instead of her. All day Kara could think only of her date that night. The day after Batman's promise, Alfred made a call to her apartment saying that Master Wayne requested her company at dinner that night. She giggled at the fact that Batman wasn't going to spare her any part of the Bruce Wayne experience. She had just the dress for the occasion, too. A black, slim number that reach over just one shoulder like a toga. The outline of her figure was on display, but wasn't overly showy or gaudy. Kara put her hair up in a bun with two chopsticks stuck in, in an X shape. Her red lipstick was much lighter than the shade she wore last night, and her nails matched in color. Her heels were nearly the same, though. They laced up her legs as before, but were still heels rather than boots. The length of the dress reached just above her knees to display her accent calves.

She flew herself to Gotham, as hidden as she could manage, to meet Alfred at a high class apartment complex. Batman wanted to have dinner in Gotham just to not arouse suspicious as to what he was doing in Metropolis. The limo ride to the restaurant didn't take long, and when she arrived she was in awe. For all its grit and grime, Gotham had some lovely features, such as the local she stood at now. Alfred would wait in the limo while she entered the restaurant. There she was shown to her table, where Mr. Bruce Wayne was already waiting for her.

Like a true gentleman, he stood to greet her, and pulled out her chair for her. "You look gorgeous, Kara," he compliment her as she sat. She had never heard her use her real name before. With most heroes their alias and super hero name were pretty much interchangeable, depending on whom you were around, but with Batman it was different. Beneath the cowl, there was no Bruce Wayne, just more Batman.

She would have noted that he too looked very handsome tonight, were she able to find the words. Everything was just so perfect she didn't want to jinx it. The dinner played out as it was expected to. Kara sat in a dreamy gaze looking at Bruce as he confidently met her eyes with his own dark hues. Several of the high brow crowd sat in judgment of Mr. Wayne, noting that his dates seemed to get younger and younger with each outing. At least he was back down to one, one stated.

Bruce allowed her a single glass of champagne, but he didn't partake himself. Apparently he never drank, and at high class functions where he was expected to keep on the persona of a drunken playboy, he drank sparkling cider. Besides, he wanted his senses and focus at their peaks tonight.

Partway through, Kara recovered from her awe and began to seductively tease Bruce, much to his amusement. A coy stroke of his hand and a game of footsy below. She could feel herself getting more aroused with each passing look he gave her. They discussed things as any date would, but kept it from matters of capes and cowls. However, Kara couldn't help but bring up the subject at dessert.

"Ba- sorry, Bruce, why did you agree to this?" she asked curiously. Surely it wasn't just her looks. She had seen him turn down dozens of women she considered much more beautiful than she before. Plus all the reasons he gave on the Watchtower were reasonable, so she had to wonder what changed his mind.

"Being a hero is a fulltime job," he started, speaking with such exact words she thought he had given the speech several times before, "and there is little room for relationships, even casual sex. Most of us are still only human, and even though you come from another world, Kara, you too fall victim to human urges and needs. I've spoken with many heroes, male and female, who have the same problem you have, although not so difficult as with what you face," he referred to her Kryptonian powers. "Left unchecked, it can become a distraction, a heavy burden that clouds the mind and causes us to slip up. We can't have that on our conscious."

Kara nodded along, and took a bite of her dessert once he was finished. She was hoping for a less clinical answer than that, but it suited her fine, she supposed.

"Plus, you're incredibly gorgeous," he added, just for her sake, and much to her delight. Once dinner was finished, Kara practically pulled him to the limo, and once in she couldn't keep her hands off of him. He was an excellent kisser, and his hands moved to all the right places on her body, exciting her without ever touching her skin. Kara nearly tore off his pants right there in the car, but she kept herself mostly in check, waiting for when they arrived at Wayne Manor.

Once inside, she again began to pull him along, keeping her lips locked with his throughout. Soon enough, however, she realized she had no idea where his master bedroom was, or where anything was for that manner. Taking a moment to break the liplock and look around the main foyer, which she had apparently been dragging him around for five minutes; Kara was suddenly swept off her feet and into his arms.

Bruce carried her to his bedroom, a room larger than the main foyer even. Along the way Kara sucked on his neck, using her strength to give him a hicky at record time. Inside, Kara was astounded by the size and décor. Wall to wall with priceless antiques, furniture, and paintings. In the middle there was a large canopy bed. Most unusual, however, was the red lighting that covered the room.

"Mood lighting, Bruce?" she asked as she was set down so he could remove his jacket.

"Red sun radiation lamps," he noted, much to her surprise. Kryptonite could severely weaken her and kill her, but the radiation from a red sun would merely remove her powers, essentially making her human. It was the kind of sun that Kyrpton used to orbit. With these lamps, Kara would have no worries about crushing Bruce. She could go all out with no worries. "It takes awhile for the radiation to remove any yellow sun radiation from your body, so we'll just have to pass the time with a lot of foreplay," he noted with a sly smile.

Matching his smirk, Kara then leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist but keeping in mind that the radiation hadn't set in yet and didn't want to sever the poor guy from his lower half. Her delicate arms draped over his shoulders as he did his best to walk towards the bed, blinded by her flurry of kisses upon his face and neck. She found a good foundation on his lips, sealing her crimson tiers against them and memorizing his taste.

Bruce ended up flopping onto the bed, suddenly, taking her with him and lying back with her on top. His strong hands took a delicate path along her back, tracing along her spine and over the curves of her hips and ass. He struggled with trying to keep up with her youthful vigor; her body twisting and writhing against him as he tried to scoot back onto the bed, but to no avail. She still surpassed him in strength, and wasn't letting him get away.

Kara's tongue danced in his mouth, twisting along with his and counting the ridges along the roof of his mouth. She felt as though she could suck the life right out of him if she tried hard enough, but if she was going to drain the man of his life force, better elsewhere than his mouth. Breaking away from his soft lips, dragging her own against his stubble as she descended, Supergirl snaked her way down his body, fingers popping his shirt buttons as she went down.

The weight, and more importantly the strength, of the barely legal heroine off his chest, Bruce was able to sit up slightly, hands reaching back to brace against the bed so he stayed upright at the obtuse angle. The blonde beauty had managed to find her way to the floor, shimming her between his legs and was fiddling with his belt buckle. She could obviously rip the strap off and toss it into the stratosphere, but she seemed to want to take her time, while seeming to be rushed with desire at the same time. Her bright blue eyes lifted to meet his and he smiled at how cute she looked, nibbling at the crotch of his pants as the belt was undone. He could easily feel guilty for this, believe he was corrupting the young and innocent, but why break out the kinky stuff now?

Red finger nails were dragged against the bulge in the billionaire's pants. A pouting lip was bit by pearl white teeth as the young heroine tried to pace herself – to savor every moment. With Lobo it was rush and run, a quickie to get off. With that valve turned and the pressure lessened, she had the mental acuity to appreciate the little things, like the small twitches inside Bruce's pants every time she poked the bulge curiously. Like surgeon, Kara carefully opened Bruce up, tugging his zipper down with calculated care. Once it reached the base and all that was left between them was a white pair of boxer briefs, she gazed up at him once more, this time leading her eyes up his now exposed stomach and chest, barely peeking out beneath his unbuttoned shirt. She nearly salivated at the runway of tan flesh against toned muscle. A few battle scars teased her, barely visible as the shirt remained. She'd have to get to those later.

Bruce gave her yellow hair a loving stroke, moving the tresses from obstructing even a little of her face, though still a few bangs fell back to frame her features. As delicate as she looked right then, he could only hope she would take it easy on him until the red sun radiation set in and the yellow sun energy was drained out. Still, knowing her power, she looked so fragile and soft. The look in her eyes told a different story, however.

With lust and hunger behind her eyes, Kara yanked down his pants and underwear in a flash, the feeling of cloth still present for a second after it was gone. Bruce's cock was freed, and stood at half mast at an impressive size, in length and width. Kara couldn't help compare his to her previous lover, Lobo. The alien's was of course larger, almost comically so, but Bruce's managed to look much nicer. Perhaps more manageable was the best way she could put it, when compared to the pale bike rider, that is. Now, with only a half erection, she needed to get to work. Soft lips were dampened by a trailing pink tongue. The heft of the cock was lifted so she could begin dragging her pink muscle up the length of his member, starting at the base.

Intent on enjoying her care, Bruce closed his eyes and let out a soft exhale through his nostrils. With a beauty such as Kara, however, half of the pleasure came from just watching her, so his dark hues were revealed again and he looked down at the caring creature. Her blue eyes had left their lock on his face and body, and were now focused on his midsection. He wagered Kara was not inexperienced in this field. She had had a slew of boyfriends in the past, and while she couldn't fuck them with the wild abandon she had demonstrated with Lobo, she must have been able to orally pleasure them. So he could only guess she would hold back at first, practiced in not putting her full strength behind her suction, and would keep it that way until the lamps did their work.

Every inch of the rod was met with her discerning tongue before her hand came into the fray. Stronger motions were given with her hand than were shown with her mouth, jerking his organ up and down to get the blood flowing. As some rigidity came to the penis, Kara sealed her lips around the head, sucking gently and giving the tip numerous flicks of her tongue. This would repeat for awhile and didn't need her full attention, so she gazed up once again at Bruce's face, to gauge his reaction.

His breaths were deeper now, his chest bulging out as his back arched to the pleasure flowing through him with each bit of attention Kara gave his member. His shirt had fallen open, exposing more of his impressive torso and the map of scars that littered his body. Alfred was skilled in medical care and took care of most of his wounds without any sign they had been there. The deepest cuts, however, left a strong indication of his past battles. They weren't so glaring that they took away from his body, however. His abs were chiseled to perfection, and his chest was broad and smooth.

Now more excited than ever, thanks to being granted more of a show of Bruce's body, Kara doubled her efforts, sucking harder and longer, and dipping past just the tip of his cock. About half of his length made it into her mouth before she had to stop, though she bet she could do more if she was feeling really eager and daring. She remarked to herself that he tasted wonderfully; he must take his hygiene very seriously. His dick had become fully erect at that point, throbbing against her twisting tongue. Her hand picked up the slack on the bottom of half, jerking firmly while being careful not to put her Kryptonian strength behind it. She was, however, starting to feel herself lose her powers; the weight of the gravity around her felt stronger, and sounds were less sharp. Thankfully, the pleasure she felt was no less powerful.

As Kara delved deeper into the passion, Bruce followed with her. The hand that softly stroked a hair from her face was now cupped behind her head, guiding her motions to his needs. He watched the blonde bob as much as he could, though often his eyes were shut from a surge of pleasure. His strength of will was stronger than anyone's on earth and beyond, and he could hold back an orgasm for as long as he wished, or erupt when his body wished it. Kara was cheating, however, intentionally or not. Despite the work the red lamps were doing, her strength mostly remained, and the strength of her suction was greater than that of a human woman's, now. Nothing painful, of course, quite the opposite. As he peered down at the girl, he could see a smirk on those working lips, and her eyes lit up like fireworks. She knew exactly what she was doing, and wanted to beat Bruce at his game.
It was true; Kara had broken the seal on her super powers and sucked harder than any human woman could muster. Her tongue moved faster too, twirling around the head and dragging up and down the base at matched speed. Her massaging hand, too, found increased strength and speed, though it never left her mind to keep a lid on the fighting strength. She gleefully watched Bruce's face twist in struggle to hold back. Kara was determined to win, however. She was confident he could get it up again quickly, anyway.

Kara was right in her prediction of the outcome, as Bruce found himself trying to fend off the approaching orgasm with more difficulty than usual. He had to hand it to her – when she set her mind to something, she achieved that goal no matter what. She was so good, in fact, that he came more suddenly than he had expected, filling her mouth and coating her throat. Now, surely, he was in trouble, he thought.

Much to his luck, Kara didn't mind the sudden expulsion of cum into her mouth. She rather liked the taste of his brand, in fact. Such a dirty girl she was, and was proud to be, she swallowed every drop before popping his cock from betwixt her lips. The still presence lust in her eyes told Bruce that he wasn't in trouble, though he would be punished.

Eager to see what she was capable of, Bruce moved to lie back on the bed fully, basking in the warm glow of the red lamps. He watched as the lithe young thing climbed up onto the bed and began to crawl over his body, laying little kisses along his body as she advanced. He was very pleased to see that Kara wished to be repaid for the work she had done on him, and soon found her legs on either side of his head, her hips hovering mere inches above his face. To show her he was ready, he reached up to grip the back of her thighs, squeezing firmly and causing her to jump. Then his lips parted just barely, ready to show her his appreciation.

Kara squealed at the sudden grip on her legs, but soon relaxed into the firm hold. It was then she realized that her powers had waned further, that he was able to elicit a cry like that from her with just a firm grip. She was starting to feel powerless, destructible. She would have to regain that power, somehow. Licking her own lips, Kara giggled before lowering herself down upon Bruce's face, shivering as the stubble pressed against her thighs. Her delicate folds were attended to with care and interest by the billionaire below, causing her to writhe softly against his face, which only caused more pleasure to surge through her.

Bruce's hands had moved from the back of her thighs to her hips, to massage the wide features as his mouth sang against her lips. She was already very wet, so much so that it stroked his ego a little bit, he admitted to himself. He took advantage of the obvious thrill she got from the feeling of his stubble, and turned his head left and right, rubbing his cheeks against her inner thighs and causing her to buck. Thankfully by then her strength had diminished further, so his head remained attached to his neck, but her power had only grown. With most women he slept with, they were too nervous to know what to do, so hopeful that after that night they would be Mrs. Wayne and inherit his fortune. Kara knew exactly what she wanted, however, and that was more exciting than any model of the mouth.

Hips twisted against his face as her lower lips were massaged by Bruce. One hand gripped the headboard, while the other reached down to play with her clit, increasing her pleasure to new heights. She had boys eat her out before, but never with much success. Perhaps it was their inexperience, or her fear she may pop their heads like grapes between her thighs if she wasn't careful, but Bruce showed her that being orally pleasured could be more than a tease.

As Kara played with her clit, Bruce focused on her folds. The velvet entrance was manipulated to allow his tongue to poke in, lapping at her inner folds and tasting her sweet juices. Maybe it was her Kryptonian nature, or her age, but she tasted far sweater than any woman he had ever been with before, or would be with again. He smirked as he heard her cry out in pleasure, a small orgasm racing through her but still she rode his face, causing the bed to rock as she gyrated. Since she was too focused on holding on and teasing her clit, he reached up to cup her supple breasts, massaging the soft flesh and tweaking her hard nipples.

Kara lost it again, coming on his face a second time, after a few minutes of Bruce teasing her taunt nipples. She would cum two more times after that, once from her own teasing of her clit, and the fourth came when Bruce became more primal, sucking on her pussy lips as his tongue pursued. Satisfied, she rolled off of his face, sitting on the pillows as Bruce had his head rested on them. She had to catch her breath, as the last one came in more waves the first three.

Before she could fully recover, Bruce had leapt back into action, sitting up and turning to face her. Kneeling between her legs, he pulled her down towards himself, laying her down upon the bed before him. Kara let out a squeal of excitement as Bruce reached out to gain his dominance back from her. By then his cock had hardened to diamond strength again, and the sight of her taut young body just sent more blood pumping through him.

Supergirl let out a cry of joy as Bruce entered her, filling her up with his member as he pushed, her walls well lubricated to help with the tight fit. She lifted her legs into the air and hooked them around his waist as she had before. Try as she might, he still managed to overpower her, and she knew that the lamps had done all they could. She had the strength of a human woman of her same size. Having the power stripped was exciting and scary. It was rare that she was shown just how mortal she could become with a simple change of circumstances, and she was just happy that the situation was on happier terms than the past situations.

Bruce then began to demonstrate why she had really picked him as her mate. He knew the body better than anyone, and could manipulate it to do whatever he pleased. His hands gripped her hips perfectly to cause her to buck with every thrust. Her nipples were twisted and pulled in such a way that she came just from that. At one point, he even traced a simple, seemingly random, pattern on her stomach that caused her to come in such a force that he wondered if the lamps hadn't really worked. Bruce had turned her body into a house of pleasure with just a few simple pressure points.

Kara, too, gave him pleasure rivaling that which he had felt in the past. Her appreciative movements, lustful gazes, and squeezing thighs all aiding him to his own orgasm, finally. After they had both caught their breath, Kara realized that Bruce was still hard, and wasn't about to let the opportunity pass her up. This time she took charge, and rolled them both over so he was back on his back. Never letting him slip out, his still hard cock was ridden until doomsday. Kara massaged her hips into his, gyrating in a pattern she had adapted from her love of dance. Her back arched as his hands cupped her breasts again, squeezing them for awhile before they cupped her firm ass. That night confirmed for her that she loved to be spanked, at the very least by Bruce. Her ass was turned red again, much to her delight, from the many strikes to her ass she commanded he give her.

The billionaire was only human, and while still hard did not cum again as she rode him for all he was worth. He was of course delighted that she managed to find a couple more orgasms in the position before he moved them into the doggy style. Again she was gripping the headboard as he pounded into her again and again, hips slamming against her abused backside. Her entire body was shown the respect and pleasure it deserved and craved, over and over and over again. He came again after some time, this time spilling his seed across her heart shaped tush.

The great heroine fell asleep with Bruce soon after that, basking the mixed glow of the red lamps and the moon light filtering through the blue curtains. Red and blue; her colors, mixing together to blanket the sweet heroine and the dark knight. Wonder Woman was right, she had found more joy with a man who appreciated her body than with one who could just stand up to the strength of it. Kara did not concern herself, at least not for awhile, with the complexities that would undoubtedly arise from their coupling. She didn't care, she was sated, and didn't have to worry about any watchful towers filming her sexual encounter that night.