Super Sexuality, Issue 03

Kara awoke to the warmth of earth's yellow sun warming her nude skin not covered by the bed sheets. With a pleased-with-herself smile, she stretched her limbs out and arched her back, straining her young breasts against the thin covering. When her fist went through the headboard, she knew that her powers had returned after last night. Knowing Bruce could easily afford a new one, she didn't sweat the damage and patted around the bed blindly to find him. Grabbing only down, she realized he hadn't stayed for a morning wood cure.

Pouting, Supergirl scanned the room for where he could be, and found no trace. Her heightened hearing did pick up on the distinctive sound of a shower running. Invigorated, she literally flew out of the bed and navigated the halls to find the shower. Bruce must have a preferred room for washing up if he bothered to leave one of his many bedrooms to shower. So focused on a morning refresher with him, she didn't even notice his butler Alfred in the hall, carrying her breakfast. Having passed by the shocked help and turning a corner, Kara entered the room and began to float into the bathroom.

Sadly for Kara, Bruce had just finished his shower and upon exiting the spacious shower was greeted with a floating, naked, woman. His gaze was immediately trapped by her young curves and tan flesh. Piercing blue eyes seemed to glow and strawberry blonde hair flowed to her shoulders. With a mischievous smile, Kara advanced and pushed him back into the shower, pinning him to the wall and reaching over to the knob to start up the pressure again.

"Oh, Bruce," she started with a seductive purr, "you have all this shower space and you come in here alone? I thought you were smarter than that," she commented before stepping back into the stream and tilting her head back to soak her hair.

With his famous willpower, Bruce broke the focus on her nudity and began to lay out the details he knew she would disapprove of. "Kara, listen to me," he started with a firm tone more in kin with Batman than playboy Bruce Wayne, "Last night was to help you relieve stress. So you can get back to performing at your best."

Denying rejection, Kara smirked and turned her attention to Bruce as she soaked her body. "Oh I don't think I'm at my best just yet," she replied, "I mean I was good, but I'm sure you could teach me a few things." Supergirl approached the fit billionaire and pressed her toned form against his own. "And vice versa."

Sternly, Bruce nudged her away and clarified his statement. "I meant while on duty. Your situation is unique, and that's the only reason I agreed to do what we did last night."

With a huff, Kara planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Leave it to you to make it sound so boring and clinical." After a deep breath, Kara smiled again and regained her chipper attitude. "I get it, and I agree."

Not quick to trust anything on first glance, Bruce cocked a brow and asked "really?"

"Yeah, I mean I didn't want a relationship here. Just sort of a friends with benefits kind of deal," Supergirl added. "You're the only guy in the league who can give me what I want. What I need," she stressed. "So, you know, once a month, week, day. Whatever works," she bargained.

A heavy sigh passed his lips and he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "No, Kara, I mean last night can't happen again. It's unprofessional enough as it is, but if we continue this it'll only get complicated. This isn't about emotions, it was just for your benefit."

"Oh, sure, and I'm sure you were writing up a grocery list in your head while I went down on you, huh?" she rhetorically asked with a sharp sting of sarcasm. "You put on a strong front, Bats, but you enjoyed last night just as much as I."

Not willing to deny this, he just tried to move things along. "That's not the point, Kara. This is just not going to happen again, I'm sorry."

With any other guy, Kara would have persisted, and probably gotten her way, but she knew Batman didn't give up that easily. She wanted to punch his head through those green tiles lining the shower, but instead she took the high road.

"Fine," she agreed with a smile, "It wont happen again. Just let me shower up and I'll get out of your hair."

"I'm glad you're being mature about this, Supergirl," he said, using her professional name again. He moved to leave her to her peace but a long leg was lifted to block his path. His eyes moved up the stem and towards her face, giving a curious look.

"Just wait right there, Bats. I may need help."

"Kara, this isn-"

"You do this for me, and I wont bring up last night ever again," she began to reason, "or I can tell Superman about your approach to my problem."

Not willing to piss off the strongest man in the world, he sighed and backed up to where he was before. Crossing his arms, he just stood there watching as she showered.

Kara stepped under the nozzle once more, arching her back and jutting her butt out. She gave a slight turn to wet her entire form. Despite the warm temperature of the water, her nipples had begun to harden and poke out from her firm breasts. She knew she wouldn't change his mind, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with him all the same. Hands moved lazily across her body, touching every curve to make sure it got soaked as much as the rest of her. The whole while, she never looked at Bruce, as if he wasn't even there.

Eventually, Kara stepped towards Bruce, he frozen stiff, unsure what she may do. Innocently enough, she only reached over to grab the body wash from behind him. Again, as if he wasn't there, she leaned against him in order to reach the bottle, crushing her teen tits against his billionaire body. She squirted a palm full of the soap into her possession and began to work it against her skin, right in front of him.

He kept telling himself to stay strong, to remain vigilant in his decision. He was Batman, and could survive any torture; but this was just sadistic. He watched as her hands moved from her neck down to her breasts. She spent a while lathering her chest, squeezing the firm orbs in her delicate hands and forming more suds on her high mounds than needed. It was not to last, however, as her hands so suddenly released her breasts and smoothed down along her impossibly flat stomach. The soapy liquid had already reached her navel before her hands did, but still she decided to stroke her abdomen like a sweet kitten. Speaking of pussy, hers wasn't ignored as Bruce had hoped. As one hand drew circles around her belly button, the other dipped between her thighs and gently washed. He was hypnotized, more so than any pheromone Poison Ivy could release on him.

Kara broke his focus when she finally broke the silence, using a tone in her voice so innocent and pure. "Could you get my back, Bats?" she asked, putting a bit more space between them before turning around to present herself to him.

Bruce gulped as she bent forward to plant her hands on her thighs, her cute little butt jutting out to tempt him. After a few deep breaths, he did his best to ignore her pouty look peering over her shoulder and got a palm full of body wash.

She made sure to keep herself just barely bent over as he applied the soap to her shoulders and back. She made it hard for him to keep his word when she purred along with his massage, arching her back more and jutting out her butt, to boot. Kara eagerly waited to see if he would stop just at her waist or not. Sure enough, the dark knight's hands found their way to her perky cheeks, lathering them up nicely. She wanted to let him do all the work and come to her, but she couldn't help but push her bum into his hands as he worked. Once she did, she stood up straight and put on a cocky smile. "Something sure doesn't feel 'professional' back there, Bats," she remarked, referring to his full erection.

Finally joining in her game, Bruce smirked to her comment and replied with, "You're one to talk."

"What?" she asked in her best innocent voice, "We're just two professional teammates washing up before heading off to work. Nothing sexual about that, right?'

Not to be outdone, Bruce nodded in agreement. "Nothing at all," he said before dropping down and working the remaining suds against her long legs.

An unexpected development, Kara responded with a coo, but was quick to find her composure. Before he stood back up, she took one more sample of the body wash into her hands. Once he was upright again, she practically tackled him against the back wall of the shower, pinning him against it as she worked the body wash into his body

Again he found himself outmatched, unable to break free of her strength or possibly just not having the will power to do so. He would occasionally catch her looking up at him with the most innocent of looks, eyes wide and eyebrows high as she descended further and further down his body.

Kara covered every inch of his body with the soap, even his painfully hard cock. Sadly, for him, she didn't spend nearly enough time working the suds against his penis to get him off; amazing considering how little time would be needed given his status then and there.

Once she was finished, he resumed lathering her up, this time her front, taking her full breasts into his hands and making sure they were properly soaped up before rinsing. Sure enough, she reacted in kind, washing his body as well. Soon enough they were pressed against one another, using the other as a human wash cloth and sharing suds, but never once kissing or fucking. Her ass against his cock, his cock against her thigh. Neither was given the satisfaction they both so desperately needed now.

Bruce was the first to break, surprisingly, and it was just a simple kiss at the nape of her neck. He was disappointed to find her moving away from him shortly after and giving him a playfully stern look.

"Oh dear, Bats, why'd you have to go and turn a simple, professional, relationship into something sexual? I think I should go," she stated, with an obvious tease, finally getting the reaction she wanted. Swiftly, she exited the shower and took a towel with her as she flew back to find her clothes, leaving Bruce painfully hard and respecting her all the more. She had bested him, that was for sure. She used her greatest strength against him to get him to break and go against his own word and just like that, forced it back down upon him. He knew never to cross her again.

Dried and dressed, Kara didn't stop to find Bruce and say goodbye; best to leave him as he was. She was rather proud of herself, but the plan also worked against her. As hot and bothered as she got Bruce, she wasn't immune to the sexual tension that rose up with the steam in that shower. It wasn't like she could go back for a quick screw with Batman, either, as he made it clear that was done and, in her frustration, burned that bridge despite his coming around to her side.

As she flew over Gotham, she thought about the recent men that entered and exited her life so quickly. Lobo, such strength and raw sexual power, such a beast, but even he was no match for Supergirl at her absolute wildest. Batman, so clever how he managed to be with her without risk of breaking every bone in his body, and a damn fine lay to boot, but his impossibly strong moral code ruined everything. She needed someone who was both powerful enough to handle her and understanding enough to be with her no matter what others might think.

Just as Supergirl was running through the roster of heroes she could screw next in her head, she overheard the familiar sound of police sirens. Peering down, there was a whole gang of squad cars rushing to the scene of the supposed crime. Supergirl had a rule that any more than four police cars heading anywhere, she would intervene. Plus it would be a great way to let off some of that steam.

Although not in uniform, she really wasn't at much of a risk of exposing her identity. It was just that the black dress she wore the night before wasn't the most appropriate attire for crime fighting -- but then what was? It didn't take her long to see the source of the cops' concern: a bank. "How original," she thought, and worried it would just be a small gang of thugs she would dispatch in a few moments and get nothing out of it. Still, civic duty and all that, so down she went, flying into the building just as the police arrived.

To some delight Supergirl found that it was not, in fact, some group of criminals robbing the bank, but none other than Gotham's resident sexpot Poison Ivy. Kara couldn't help but admire the super criminal's beauty. Pamela Isley was by far the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen. The botanist gone bad had a full mane of red hot hair, several vines running through it. She had a super model's face -- strong cheekbones, full pouty lips (painted green), piercing emerald eyes, and a bone structure to die for. Ivy was no slouch with her body either. Her breasts were impossibly large but perfect for her body, sitting high and firm on her chest. The hourglass figured continued with her curved in abdomen and wide hips to complete the ideal breast to hip ratio. To finish it up, Ivy had the best legs Kara had ever seen; even the vines of her living costume couldn't help but wrap around her strong thighs and calves.

As swiftly as Supergirl had entered, she didn't do so unnoticed. The moment she landed, Poison Ivy stood up straight from the recently incapacitated guard's body on the floor, and turned her gaze over her shoulder to the nightly dressed blonde. The green-skinned villain couldn't help but chuckle at her attire, though she was hardly one to talk. Ivy's costume consisted simply of a living plant corset that extended from her breast cups that reached just above her nipples, down far enough to the leaves covering her womanly flower. Still, while Ivy's plant costume showed more skin than Supergirl was, an evening gown was still out of place in the situation they shared.

"Supergirl, I presume," Ivy started, turning her form to face the hero, hips cocked to the right and a hand resting on one as the other tossed hair from over her shoulder. "Yes, I recognize those baby blues anywhere," she surmised, taking a few barefoot steps towards the tan heroine.

"Good guess, Ivy," Kara replied, planting her hands on her hips as well while the villain approached, trying to keep a strong stance against the powerful foe.

"No guess, darling," she corrected. "I pay a lot of attention to the eyes. They speak volumes. And oh the dirty pages yours are writing for me now," she teased, finally stopping an arm's length from the girl. "Not to mention the smell of sex is swimming all around you. Dirty girl."

Kara got a bit flushed at the woman's comments, embarrassed she had been ousted so quickly. Still, she couldn't let that weaken her composure in the face of a villainess like Poison Ivy.

"Enough talk, Ivy," she blasted in her best big girl voice, "Time to go back to Arkham, and I promise I'm not as gentle as Batman."

"Oh no, you wouldn't be, would you?" Ivy replied, starting up her slow walk again, swaying her hips seductively through her approach. "That Kryptonian blood makes you strong, virile, long lasting, and a powerful endurance to top it all off. I'm sure you could go for hours, darling," she finished, stopping just short of her breasts touching Supergirl's.

Again Poison Ivy kept Kara off her toes with her sexual talk, immediately pouncing on her first noted weakness and exploiting it without fail. All Kara could do was keep eye contact with the villain, not look away for a second in fear she may blind side her with some poison dart or gas.

Looking into her eyes was what Ivy wanted all along. Ivy's gaze was incredibly enchanting, and hard to break from, hard to focus on anything else but her emerald orbs. Batman had learned long ago not to look Ivy in the eyes for too long, but Kara had never meddled with the green seductress, and didn't know about all of Pamela's tricks.

Before she could look away, Kara was lost in the pools of green, lips drifting apart in awe as she fell into a simple trance.

Ivy couldn't imprison her like that, however, and so needed to up the hold she had on the blonde alien. Opening with a soft stroke to her cheek, pushing yellow strands of hair from her face, Ivy moved in slowly and pressed her green lips, coated in mind altering toxins, against the young girl's pink tiers.

Kara had no time to react between losing eye contact with Ivy and gaining lip contact. The effect was instant, and Kara was pulled into the poison's power. Normally she might have been able to break free fast enough to stop the effect short, but having been so worked up at Wayne Manor, she enjoyed the kiss for the initial seconds of her own free will, and then it all became a blur; a mix of the toxin and her own lust.

Admittedly, Ivy enjoyed the kiss as well. So often she used her mind controlling kiss on male guards or anyone else she needed to use and not just dispose of right there. It was so rare she got the soft lips of another woman on her own, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. Her jade lips parted and her masterful tongue slipped into Kara's mouth, sliding across her pearl white teeth and sneaking between them to lay across her pink tongue.

Kara reacted in kind, slowly rolling her tongue along with Ivy's and causing the kiss to become more firm and passionate. Their bodies pressed together and Ivy's breasts swelled even more when pressed against Supergirl's. Ivy's vines drifted along her body in reaction, caressing her green skin to up the pleasure she was receiving. Just as Supergirl was becoming lost in Ivy's control, a loud thwack sounded as a comically over-sized mallet met with the side of her head.

Harley Quinn, dual companion to the Joker and Poison Ivy, stood over the now unconscious Kryptonian, aided by the kiss's effect and the mallet's strength, triumphantly. Harley put on a proud face as she looked down at the clobbered blonde and quickly turned to a pout when she spotted Ivy's disapproving glare. "What?" Harley posed, "I thought she was going to...that um...well I don't like it when you kiss other girls, s'all," she so innocently put.

And there was the other reason Ivy so rarely got to kiss other woman -- Harley's insane jealousy when it came to Ivy and the same sex. Ivy just had to smile and put the clown girl at ease before smacking her upside the head.

"Dammit, Harley! I was trying to put her under my control!"

"Well...why was it taking so long?!"

"Because I wanted to make sure it took effect for her -- I don't know how Kryptonian immune systems work!"

"Kryptonian? You mean she-"

"Uh huh."

"Whoa momma!" Harley exclaimed excitedly.

"That's right, and with any luck she'll be our little play thing," Ivy said, finally regaining her smile. As Harley bounced with joy, her even-larger-than-Ivy's breasts bouncing charismatically, Ivy snapped her fingers. Behind her a behemoth of a plant slithered out the bank vault behind her. It appeared to be a mutated Venus Fly Trap, sporting a large collection of tentacle like vines, most carrying a bag of money. With a simple gesture, Ivy ordered the plant to slither its tendrils around the unconscious blonde and carry it along with the stolen loot, following Ivy and Harley out the door and through the inevitable carnage of police officers.

It didn't take long for Kara to come to, but it took even less time for the dubious duo to restrain her. She was upright, that much was certain, but she was also bound at her wrists and ankles, pulled outward to make an X shape out of her. Immediately she felt the warm glow of a red sun heat lamp upon her, but that didn't stop her from struggling against the strong binds of the vines that kept her. Though still a bit woozy from the kiss and the hammer, Supergirl was aware enough to know she was in a bad situation.