Superman: Brides of the New Rao Ch. 01

I do not own Superman or DC Comics.

All characters are 18+.

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Extended Synopsis: The goddess Cythonna returns from exile to find Krypton destroyed. But she can sense that the blood of Rao still lives. Cythonna makes it her mission to find the Last Son of Krypton and mold him into her perfect mate: a man strong enough to sire her children - and a whole army of perfect hybrids! But first, she must turn the superheroines of Earth to her cause...

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Prologue

Time meant nothing in the void. Years passed like seconds and seconds passed like millennia. An endless abyss where a mortal mind could do nothing but rot.

But not Cythonna.

She was there at the dawn of all things. And she would be there at the twilight of existence.

Even in the dark, her fury thrived and grew. The indignity of her defeat and imprisonment only fed her thirst for vengeance. Not even the void could snuff it out. Because her anger did not burn like fire. It was cold as ice and bitterly sharp. Honed and whetted for millennia upon millennia.

The Wars of Ice and Fire were not over. Not while the cold flame of vengeance flicked in her immortal heart.

And now she was free. Returned to the plane of existence that gave rise to life and warmth and all those useless things.

Cythonna wondered if Rao had taken pity on her, freed her from the void he himself had banished her to. But the God of the Sun was not there waiting for her.

Neither was his world, the planet Krypton. Cythonna discovered the remains, finding nothing left but dead rock. Lifeless stone floating in the dark.

The corpse of a world. Devoid of life. Even the gods themselves were missing. Rao and all the others.

Her first love, her bitter enemy, she could not sense him in the cosmos. He was gone.

But still she could feel his essence. She could sense the divine blood of Rao. Not him. She could tell it was not Rao himself, only an echo of her first love. The blood of his children.

The warmth of life. Cythonna could feel it calling to her through the darkness, across the ocean of stars. She could taste it.

Female. But also Male. Unmistakably male. The flavor was distinct. Healthy. Strong. Powerful.

That one, Cythonna knew, was the heir to Rao. The divine blood of his line. The progeny of the god who had spurned her. Living, thriving on a world far, far away.

So Cythonna flew. Hurtling through the black void with purpose. With delightful vengeance in her cold heart. She craved it. The chance to twist that divine blood to her own ends, the blood she had once been denied.

Rao had refused Cythonna's love, refused to sire her children. But his descendant would not turn her away. She would take a new approach this time. Cythonna would refine him first, enrich his mind and his soul to her ways. She would make him the perfect mate.

The very idea gave her a thrill, her dark spirit enlivened at the prospect. The strongest being in the cosmos would father her children.

And oh was he strong. So very strong. She could taste his strength from lightyears away.

Cythonna would only make him stronger. Her touch would turn him into the god Rao was always meant to be. Indomitable. Invincible. The apex of all existence. Power made flesh.

The goddess of ice and winter flew through the endless field of stars. Towards a young world and its burning yellow sun.

Towards the Last Son of Krypton.

He would be hers, Cythonna knew. Deep in her cold heart, she knew.

Or he would die.

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Kara Kent was a patient young woman. Raised as such by two sets of parents, blood and adopted. But even the kind, perky blonde could feel the dull welt of annoyance.

Sitting on the sofa - Karen's sofa - with her slender legs drawn close to her body, the transdimensional refugee had her eyes focused on the older woman - her alternate-future self - as she entered the living room. Or rather, Kara was focused on what she was wearing.

"I really appreciate you letting me crash at your apartment, Karen." Kara started, watching the taller blonde finish pulling on a pair of sweatpants - sliding the thick fabric up her long, smooth legs. "I don't want to sound like I'm ungrateful... but can you please stop wearing my shirts?"

Karen Starr glanced over at her younger-alternate self - transdimensional variant? - a bemused look falling over her more sculpted, elegant face. Age, it seemed, would be very kind to Kara Kent. But such maturity would take Kara some time - the two Kryptonian women were more than a decade apart.

Indeed, Karen Starr had twelve years of development over the nineteen-year-old Kara. And it showed. It really showed. Especially, as Kara had noticed, in the chest department.

Karen's bust was impressive to say the least. Practically famous within their exclusive community.

Kara drew her eyes up the older woman's body, wincing at what she saw. Not at the breasts themselves, but at what covered them.

A Hex Girls shirt. One of Kara's favorite bands. And Thorn's face was stretched, distorted perhaps irreparably by the proud swells of Karen's massive tits.

This was the umpteenth time such an offense had been committed upon Kara's wardrobe. The younger blonde had had enough.

But Karen didn't seem to feel any sort of guilt. She gave a weak shrug, tying a small knot with the sweatpants drawstring - the waistline riding low, but snug on her wide hips.

"Mine are in the wash." Karen said, grabbing a red hoodie from the coat closet, throwing it on quickly. Then Karen saw the vexed expression on her alternate self's face and spoke again. "What's the matter? I never get them dirty."

Kara's frown deepened. Karen didn't quite get it.

"Keeping them clean isn't the problem. You're stretching them out." Kara pointed accusingly at the older woman's chest.

Her complaint would not be mistaken. Dealing with a body like Karen's, subtlety was simply not an option.

Karen herself frowned, confused. The taller blonde swept the flaps of the hoodie aside, thrusting her chest outward - stretching out the Hex Girls shirt that much more. Kara bit her tongue, glowering as Karen looked down to inspect herself.

On Kara the shirt was already tight enough, snug to the subtler curves of her slender body. On Karen? The fabric was being pushed to the limit, a battle just to cover the abundance of Karen's upper torso. So small and tight the shirt was on Karen's more developed frame that it didn't even cover her belly.

Karen had left the red hoodie unzipped, leaving that narrow swath of her tummy exposed. Kara's eyes flashed down to the faint lines of the older woman's taut abdomen. A brief distraction from her shirt grievance. It wasn't weird when Kara looked at herself in the mirror. Why would it be weird now?

Karen glanced back up, her brow furrowed.

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Kara nodded, jaw clenched tight.

A moment passed. Then Karen scoffed. She didn't believe it.

Shaking her head, the taller blonde went over to the recliner beside the sofa and slipped on some sandals. As she went, Stinky the Cat brushed against her leg, purring. Kara watched it then jump up onto the recliner chair, curling up to watch the verbal spat between his owner and her alternate.

"Come on, I think you're exaggerating a bit." Karen said, waving a hand dismissively towards the teenager sitting on her couch. "I don't stretch them out that much."

Kara breathed in deep. Frustration flared hotter. But not quite reaching anger. Her parents' lessons on patience had been hammered in deep. She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at the woman so keen to ruin her wardrobe. Her feelings would be clear just from her eyes alone.

It was... the look.

Karen's shoulders slumped as she groaned. No one could withstand the look. Not even the mighty Power Girl. The taller blonde rubbed circles into her temples, pressing her plump lips tight together as she huffed through her nose.

"Kara... I can't possibly be that much bigger than you. We're the same person."

It was Kara's turn to scoff. The younger Kryptonian rolled her eyes. Then she pointed to herself.

"Kara In-Ze." She said emphatically, poking her own chest. Then she pointed towards Karen. "Kara Zor-El. Kinda different, don't you think? Not the same. Like, at all."

"Alternate universes have slight deviations from each other. But there are always constants that shine through. We're variations of the same person, Kara." Karen adopted a smirk, brushing her hand through her chin-length golden hair. "We're both blonde. We're both beautiful. Both of us come from the planet Krypton. Both of us wound up here on Earth. We both just happen to be Superman's cousin. Hell, I even used to call myself 'Supergirl', same as you."

With Karen laying it all out there like that, Kara found it difficult to argue against her point. It was true, they had more in common than they didn't. But what they didn't have in common - cup size - was still ruining Kara's shirts.

The younger blonde remained very displeased. But she didn't like to argue. Not on movie night. She glanced over at Stinky, still seated on the recliner, his little eyes shining from the glow of the TV. The cat was getting more entertainment tonight than she was.

"Whatever." Kara let out a flat sigh. "It's fine."

"Hey, even if I stretch them out... you'll grow into them." Karen said, a weak attempt to placate her younger self.

Kara snorted. It was almost enough to make her laugh. She gave Karen an incredulous look... then dropped her gaze lower, very pointedly eyeing the older woman's proud, ample bosom. The distorted face of the lead singer Thorn stared back at Kara, almost like the tits themselves were taunting her.

"I doubt it."

"I'm serious. You're only like one cup size smaller than me!"

Kara gave Karen a dubious look. Her alternate self threw up her hands.

"Okay, like a cup-and-a-half smaller. But you know I'm right." Karen strode over behind the sofa, setting a reassuring hand on Kara's shoulder. She gave the younger blonde a faint smile. "You're nineteen. You're still growing. If I'm stretching these shirts, you'll still fill them out. Eventually."

Karen wasn't wrong. But she had very much missed the point of Kara's complaints. This was getting a bit more than just frustrating.

Kara didn't want to wear her shirts "eventually". She wanted to not have them be stretched out by Karen's enormous rack.

The teenager breathed in. Then she breathed out. Patience. Just as her mother had taught her. Back in her own universe.

"Whatever. I'll get over it." Kara said, letting it go. She didn't want to ruin her own mood.

The bothersome feeling of vexation permeated her mind. Kara dared another glance at the ruination befalling the Hex Girls. Their pretty faces warped into something nearly inhuman by two great teardrop swells. Two mounds thrusting outward against the shirt's material, each peak capped with a subtle, rounded stud. Just barely visible each one was, poking through the thin fabric.

Oh, come on...

Kara breathed in deep, resting her chin on her knuckles. She stared at Karen's tits. Then she turned her gaze upward to meet her alternate's eyes.

"Can you at least wear a bra?" Kara bemoaned. It was the final indignity. "Or are those in the wash also?"

Karen tugged gently at the hem of the shirt, pulling the fabric taut over her chest. A tiny, impish smirk curled at the older woman's plump lips.

"I can't wear a bra with this." She said, her voice rich and cheeky. Her blue eyes - the same shade as Kara's - flashed playfully. "Shirt's too tight."

It was so funny that Kara forgot to laugh. Forgot to smile, too. So Karen chuckled for the both of them.

"I'm kidding. Relax." Karen drew her hand off of Kara's shoulder, moving towards the apartment balcony. She opened the glass door, letting in a gust of cool, evening air. Beyond the door, Kara could see the twinkling spires of Metropolis. So different from the city she knew on her Earth, but somehow also so similar. Karen turned to face Kara as she stepped out onto the balcony. "Pick out a movie. I'll be back in a bit."

A blur of red. A rush of wind. And Karen was gone.

Of course, with Kara's enhanced Kryptonian perception she could have seen the older woman lift off into the sky and fly away. But sometimes it was more fun to watch it the human way. To see how the people of this world saw them.

Kara stewed with her thoughts as the seconds ticked by. Then minutes.

Then there was another blur of red. Another rush of wind.

Karen had returned. And in her hand she held a brown paper bag, folded and stapled at the top. On one side, Kara spotted a familiar - and very welcome - logo.

Karen shot her a smile, holding up the paper bag proudly.

"Food's here!"

Chinese takeout from Mama Zhao's. One of their favorites. The warm and flavorful scent filled Kara's nostrils. The younger blonde's spirit was lifted, even if only by a tiny bit.

If a few ruined shirts were the trade-off for free room and board, then Kara could live with that.

"Egg Rolls?" Kara asked hopefully. She already knew the answer of course. She could smell them, particularly the very specific seasoning and cooking oil Mama Zhao used. But she wanted to hear Karen say it.

Karen perked up, hand on her hip.

"Obviously."

Kara sat up, eager to dig in. Karen opened up the bag and started setting out the takeout boxes. Kara hummed as she identified each one by scent alone. Fried rice. Lo Mein noodles. Steamed Vegetables. Egg drop soup. Dumplings. And of course, the egg rolls.

She wanted them all.

One of the benefits of having Kryptonian physiology under a yellow sun? No need to watch her calories.

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The movie Kara picked out was alright. Not great, but serviceable enough to kill a couple hours. A RomCom from a decade ago - though Kara said the main character was played by a different actor back on her own Earth.

Keanu Reeves as the romantic lead? Karen found that hard to believe.

The two blondes ate their food, joked whenever the movie hit a cliche, and otherwise just relaxed. It was good for Kara to just kick back, Karen knew. Being thrown into an entirely different Earth with no clear way to get back to hers, most people would have gone nuts. But not Kara. With the stories she had told Karen about her Supergirl adventures, this alternate universe stuff may as well have just another Friday for her.

And another Friday for me, Karen thought as she glanced over at the glass balcony door. Looking out over the skyline beyond. Another quiet evening in Metropolis.

Then came the tremor. So faint that the humans living in the apartment building wouldn't have felt it. But Karen did. Kara, too.

Both women sat up, alert. Kara paused the movie, sharing a look of concern with her older alternate.

"You felt that?" The younger asked.

"Yep." The elder answered.

The tremor was emanating from miles away. An impact of great power.

Then came another.

Karen stood up from the recliner, Stinky the cat slipping from her lap and landing on his feet. He slinked out of her way as she strode over to the balcony door.

The elder daughter of Krypton attuned her ears, listening carefully to the source of the disturbance. She could hear people. First it was the sounds of a regular commotion. Then there was yelling. Then there was panic.

On the other side of Metropolis, something was very, very wrong.

"You said Clark's out of town?" Kara asked. Karen could hear the teenager rising from the coach behind her.

"Out of this dimension." Karen sighed. "League stuff. Which means whatever's happening now is our problem."

"Intermission time, I guess." Kara said, shutting off the TV. "And right before the good part, too."

There was a soft woosh behind her. Karen turned to find that Kara had already changed into her Supergirl garb. Small white top adorned with the crest of House of El. Small red cape. Short blue skirt, snug to her hips and reaching her mid-thigh. Cute white gloves. Red boots.

A bit more cheerleader-y than what Karen had worn when she called herself Supergirl. But the elder couldn't deny that it was a nice look. One that probably had got Kara almost as many fanboys as Karen.

Almost.

In the blink of an eye, Karen changed into her own hero outfit. The garb that drew eyes like water drew life.

White suit, leaving her long legs bare. The material tight to her body, clinging to her firm muscle and soft curves. Opened at the chest, allowing the girls to breathe. Red cape, fastened to one shoulder by a golden pauldron. Red belt set with a golden buckle. Blue gloves and boots.

Power Girl.

Every girl's idol - when they weren't feeling jealous. And every boy's dream.

She punched a fist into her open palm. Ready to kick some ass and save the day.

"Forget the movie. I'd say the real action is about to start."

Then they were both off.

In the blink of an eye, Power Girl and Supergirl were already a half-mile away, flying through the air - and covering more and more distance.

Skyscrapers passed beneath them, the air itself splitting around them. They caught sight of many landmarks as they flew. Centennial Park. LexCorp Tower. The Daily Planet. Halldorf Hotel. All passing by in a blur, so fast that they moved.

Karen loved it. The speed. The freedom. The feeling of the cool night wind on her face, rushing through her short hair. It was invigorating. Setting her heart alight with excitement and joy.

Flying was something she'd never get tired of. Not in a million years. Not in any reality.

A quick look over at Kara's smiling face told Karen that she felt much the same. Of course she did. They were practically the same person, after all.

It only took them a moment to find the source of the disturbance. At the Metropolis docks, they found an odd sight.

The harbor was covered in snow. The wharfs were buried under it! And the surrounding waters were frozen solid, the shelf of ice stretching out far into the Metropolis bay.

And in the middle of this strange winterscape, there was a single woman. The dock workers fled - continued to flee - in her wake, shouting and screaming as she unleashed terrible gusts of chilling winds onto them, chasing them away like they were scurrying mice.

Karen and Kara shared a look and a nod. They had to put a stop to this. They flew down to face the disrupter.

Power Girl and Supergirl floated down together, landing on their feet before the woman. The woman turned to face them, her body visibly tense, but otherwise remained unmoving. The stranger watched in silence as the two blondes slowly approached.

She was beautiful, Karen noted first. And tall. As tall as Clark, who towered over Karen and Kara at a solid 6'6''. Pale white skin and a long, wild mane of white hair gave the stranger a ghostly look, like she was death itself. But Karen found herself distracted by the woman's insane figure.

Built like an Amazon she was, with strength clear on her arms and abdomen and sporting thick, firm, powerful legs. All wrapped up in a tight - tight - bodice of dark blue. A second skin upon her wide hips, her taut stomach, and her full, proud, generous bosom.

This woman was ample. Even more so than Karen herself, the elder Kryptonian noted.

And with an outfit that was even more revealing than anything Karen had ever worn, it was clear she wasn't afraid to show her figure off. Her legs were left bare, same with her arms. And the bodice dipped low enough to offer a tantalizing view of the upper swells of her breasts. And there was plenty to view.

"Woah." Kara muttered. She nudged Karen with her elbow. "Did Killer Frost get some work done?"

"I don't think that's Killer Frost." Karen answered. Her eyes never left the stranger.

The tall, busty stranger took that opportunity to finally speak. Only she didn't speak in English. Or any human language.

She spoke to them... in Kryptonian tongue.

"You stand before the goddess Cythonna, young ones." She told them. Her voice was low and deep, but somehow soft and feminine at the same time.

Karen narrowed her eyes as this... Cythonna took a step forward, striding confidently. Arrogantly.

Already she didn't like her. But there was... something about her. Something that drew Karen's gaze and held firm to it. Something entrancing. Alluring even.

As Cythonna approached, Karen shivered. Shivered. The cold on Earth had never bothered her before. But the chill coming off of this woman... Karen could feel it seeping into her bones.

The pale woman spoke again, lifting her chin as she looked down at the two blondes.

"I have come for the blood of Rao. I can smell him on you both. I can taste him." The last two words she breathed out huskily. Hungrily. Karen and Kara both found themselves easing back a step. Then Cythonna hit them with a deep, intense gaze. Her stunning, bright blue eyes pierced down to their souls.

"Where is he?" Cythonna demanded. "Where is the Last Son of Krypton?"

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1.

They lost.

At first it felt like they were doing really well - two tough supergals facing off against the tall ice woman from... wherever. To Kara, it really felt like she and Karen had the problem handled. How many people on the face of the earth could stack up against one Kryptonian, let alone two?

Ice lady demanded to know where Clark was - almost certainly for nefarious purposes. Kara and Karen immediately knew she was bad news. So they bluntly refused to tell her. Their cousin was unavailable, but any problem she had with him she had with them.

Ice lady - she called herself Cythonna - didn't like that one bit. So they fought. Threw a few punches, knocked down a few walls, the usual super-fight stuff.

But then... Kara could feel it. The longer the fight went on, the longer she stayed in Cythonna's presence, the stronger her... influence was. Her touch. Kara could feel it, invisible tendrils slithering into her mind. Every punch and kick and laser she sent Cythonna's way felt worse than the last. Not that it was painful, or that she was getting weaker. But fighting this woman, trying to hurt her... it just felt wrong.

And Kara knew Karen could feel it, too. For both of them, their attacks became slower, more sluggish, lacking that fire a superhero was supposed to have in a fight. Until they were no longer attacking Cythonna at all.

The taller woman may have spoken Kryptonese, but Kara could tell she wasn't Kryptonian. No, Cythonna was something more. Stronger than either of them, Supergirl realized to her dread. None of their attacks had so much as left a scratch on her.

Cythonna stood before the two of them, just as immaculate as she arrived. Tall, busty, with long, wild white hair. Her dark blue bodice clinging to her body like a second skin, tight to her waist, her firm belly, her proud bosom. She was beyond beautiful.

Gorgeous. Radiant. Powerful.

Kara knew she had no chance against her. Nor did Karen. The vision of perfection before them was... she was a goddess. Kara could feel it. She knew Karen felt the same.

"You are his kin." Cythonna correctly guessed, reaching out to touch Kara's face. She tilted her face up by the chin, making the younger blonde look directly into her bright blue eyes. Enthralling they were, almost taking Kara's breath away. Cythonna drew her hand back, then turned and did the same to Karen. Kara saw her run her thumb over the older woman's soft lips. Cythonna didn't smile, but she did not appear displeased. And that brought Kara joy. "Your blood is his blood. The scent is unmistakable."

"He's our cousin." Karen answered. Her voice was obedient, if a little strained.

Kara turned, seeing the tiniest bit of fight in her older variant's eyes. Cythonna's influence was not total, it seemed.

Cythonna took a step back then, pondering the two blondes before her. She looked from Karen to Kara, drinking them both in. Then... a tiny smile curling at her full, dark blue lips.

"Interesting." She said deviously. She tapped her fingers idly to her chin. "I may have great use for the two of you."

Kara shivered, the blissful sensation of jubilation spreading through her body. This Cythonna, this goddess from beyond the stars, Kara wanted to please her. But so too was there the voice of reason, a tiny voice in the far back of her mind. This woman was dangerous. As deadly as she was beautiful. Following her would be a mistake. Helping her get to Clark would be even worse.

And yet, Cythonna's allure was stronger than that. Stronger than Kara's sense of right and wrong. Stronger than Kara.

"Take me to your home." Cythonna demanded. "There you will know my will. You will teach me of this world, this Earth. And you will tell me of your cousin. The one you called... Superman."

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They lost.

They threw so many punches and didn't even bruise the Cythonna bitch. And the tall ice woman had them beat without so much as lifting a finger.

The visitor had some sort of mental ability, the power to influence their minds. And... she turned them docile. Not that they couldn't fight. It was that they didn't want to. But even with Cythonna's influence touching her mind, Karen tried to fight. Mentally thrashing against the bitch's hold. But Cythonna's touch was like a vise, growing stronger as Karen fought back. Tightening around her mind, her willpower, smothering them both. Until Cythonna's dark will held primacy.

And so Karen Starr lost for the second time.

But in this case... losing had never felt so sweet.

Never tasted so sweet, either...

The lurid thought swam through the haze of Karen's mind, rising up through the overwhelming cloud of lust. This was wrong. She and Kara needed to keep fighting this woman, to keep her from getting to Clark.

And yet...

The Kryptonian gave a low, happy hum - but it was muffled, smothered. And of course it was. Karen's mouth was full of tit.

Cythonna, the pale goddess, stroked her fingers through Karen's short, golden locks, gently petting her new plaything. Before, when they were fighting, the taller woman's touch had been icy cold. But now? It was soft, loving, almost warm.

Karen moaned again, lost in bliss and sensation, lashing her tongue against the hard nipple in her mouth. She suckled dutifully on Cythonna's breast, the milky flesh so vast and heavy that Karen needed both hands to feed more of it into her hungry mouth.

"Good. Taste of my flesh, sweetling." Cythonna sighed. Her voice had once been harsh, demanding. But now, in the comfort of Karen's bedroom, the icy titaness had turned soft, sensual. "Suck. Suck."

Karen felt Cythonna's hand slide to the back of her head, cradling her against her breast - urging her to lick, to take more. The elder Kryptonian did so with zeal.

Karen could see the pale woman smiling down at her, admiring her efforts to devour her breast. And out of the corner of her eye, Karen could see Kara doing the same, her cute little mouth latched onto the woman's other tit. Cythonna gave the younger blonde equal attention, running her white fingers through Kara's long, golden waves.

"I can be a kind mistress. All I ask of you is everything."

Cythonna's voice came as a delicate purr, so wildly different from the commanding tone she spoke with at the Metropolis docks. Even stranger, Karen found herself convinced.

Cythonna spoke absurdities... but the elder blonde felt a desperation to believe her. An intense urge flooding over her rationality, that being stripped naked and on her knees, using her mouth to worship this woman, was the true purpose for her existence. The taste of Cythonna on her tongue gave Karen a sublime thrill.

Karen kissed the lower swells of Cythonna's breast, quick, eager pecks with her soft lips. Then she took the round, blue nipple into her mouth. The Kryptonian woman shuddered as she tasted the sweet, milky flesh again, swirling her tongue around the hard nub. She huffed through her full mouth, teasing the peak with her teeth. Cythonna sighed above her, stroking her cheek with surprising affection.

Beside her, Kara slurped away from the other breast, breathing deeply. Karen could see out of the corner of her eye that her younger alternate self was a disheveled mess. Her long blonde hair was wild, almost frayed from their first bedroom tangle with Cythonna. And her cheeks, Karen could see that they were flushed a warm pink. Her plump lips were glossy from spit, nearly swollen from the efforts she'd enacted upon the pale woman's bosom.

Kara whined, resting her chin on the upper slope of the taller woman's breast, gazing up at her new mistress with glazed, enthralled eyes.

"I'm so sorry for fighting you, Cythonna." Kara said breathlessly, gracing the swells of the woman's tit with tiny, faint kisses. "I didn't know who you were!"

Karen drew back herself, admiring the smearing of spit she'd left behind on the breast she had to herself. Cythonna's teat was glazed, the pale white skin given a glossy sheen by Karen's own dutiful tongue. The elder Kryptonian admired her mouth's handiwork before turning her eyes up towards the goddess from beyond the stars.

"It... it was a mistake." Karen had to force the words out. Even now, after tasting of Cythonna's divine flesh, the elder blonde felt her heroic will struggle against the pale woman's sweet, spoiling touch. She too pressed her face against the breast she had licked and suckled, resting her cheek against the softness - and the shocking warmth. "A terrible mistake. We will never... never stand against you again."

Cythonna gave another hum, softly petting both blondes.

"I am pleased that the two of you have come to your senses. You are the blood of Krypton. You are mine. You exist to worship me."

"Yes, mistress." Kara moaned. She shifted herself closer on the bed, pressing her more slender body so that she was pressed flush against Cythonna.

Cythonna remained dressed in her tight bodice, her gloves and boots. But Karen and Kara? They were both half-naked. Tatters had been made of Karen's already revealing suit, leaving her own pale tits damn near spilling out into the open.

Kara's white shirt was similarly torn, exposing narrow strips of milky skin. Her skirt was missing entirely, leaving her lower body stripped down to a pair of scanty white panties - panties so damaged from Cythonna's rough treatment that the younger girl was in danger of losing what little modesty remained to her.

The pale goddess of the cold had taken them both home and had her way - ironically setting upon them such furious, heated passion. Fucked them and fucked them, with her tongue, with her fingers, taking what was hers by right. Slapping them, groping them, whatever she so pleased. For hours, she had done this to them both. And Cythonna still showed no signs of fatigue.

They had no chance, Karen realized. She and Kara had been doomed to fall from the very start. And the thought only brought the elder Kryptonian wicked delight.

"We will... do as you command." Karen slurred, pressing her body flush to Cythonna's just as Kara had. She pressed her groin up against the goddess' bare thigh, desperate for her touch again. Surely the sultry heat from her cunt would spur the goddess to grant her that blessing. "Whatever you command."

"Good." Cythonna answered, sounding most pleased. "I would hate to destroy such beauty. Especially when my touch can make you both so perfect."

The pale woman ceased her petting. She cupped Kara's cute face, fingers curling under the younger girl's chin, and drew her upwards. Karen watched as the goddess and girl came face-to-face... and kissed. Kara Kent, the Supergirl, gave an adorable little squeak as Cythonna caught her lips with her own, dominating, devouring. Karen felt her loins burn hotter, her insides coiling tight at the deliciously lewd act.

Their mouths worked together, soft lips over soft lips, sliding over and between each other. Joined so intimately, it took Karen's breath away. Kara gave weak, quiet moans and Cythonna swallowed them up hungrily. The goddess deepened the kiss, her tongue probing further into the younger girl's mouth. Seeking, demanding, taking claim over what was offered. And Kara could do nothing but offer. In the face of Cythonna's power and passion, Kara was nothing. A servant to the whims of her new goddess.

Then Cythonna pulled away, leaving Kara gasping, whining, desperate for more. The pale pink blush across her cherubic cheeks had darkened. And the glaze over her blue eyes had been lifted, replaced with the blazing inferno of lust. Kara Kent burned hot as Karen Starr could clearly see. But Cythonna was done with the Supergirl. She had now turned her eyes onto Karen. Onto Power Girl.

Without a word, Cythonna took hold of Karen's chin and drew her in for a deep kiss of her own.

What followed was twisted bliss. The softness of Cythonna's lips. The sweetness of her tongue. The indomitable demands of both. Karen thought she was strong. She was a daughter of Krypton, same as Clark. But just as Kara had learned moments ago, Cythonna was stronger.

So much stronger...

Cythonna frenched Karen, her tongue claiming dominion over the elder blonde's mouth. Karen's head was spinning, her whole body shivering under the taller woman's wicked touch. It was wrong, so wrong for what she was doing to feel so good.

I should stop this, Karen knew. Deep in her mind, the words rang as truth. But they found no purchase. No spark for her soul. I should fight back.

She could feel Kara kissing her neck, quick, desperate pecks that turned to lewd sucks upon the bare skin under her jaw. It felt good. Karen didn't push her younger self away.

I'm so fucked up...

When Cythonna finally broke the kiss, Karen's mind had broken. Any fight left in her had gone. There was only the allure, the draw of the sweetness that Cythonna offered. The Goddess of the Cold and the Dark, Karen would serve forever more. Cythonna's truth was the truth. And her truth, Karen knew, was delicious.

Kara continued to kiss and lick at Karen's neck, drawing closer to her older, alternate self. Karen allowed it. She could tell it pleased Cythonna.

The pale goddess drew away from them, watching the two blondes entangle with delight in her striking blue eyes. And Cythonna's delight brought Karen unspeakable joy. Kara began groping her breasts through the tatters of her costume. Karen could only moan happily, her arms snaking around the younger blonde's narrow waist. Karen herself reached down and took a handful of Kara's perky little butt, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. A thrill shot down Karen's back as Kara whined pitifully into the crook of her neck.

But that wicked delight was not to last. Cythonna reached forth and plucked Kara away a moment later. She brought the younger blonde closer to herself, her hands resting on the girl's slim shoulders. She smiled down at the shorter girl, almost motherly... but then began pushing her down. Down between her breasts. Down her belly. Down, down, down until Kara's pretty face was level with Cythonna's groin.

The goddess didn't even need to give a command. Kara dove in between her mistress' legs without so much as a word. And Karen watched, half in awe, half in envy, as the Supergirl licked and licked and licked at Cythonna's tight cunt. Kara wasn't even dipping into womanhood itself - Cythonna still wore her tight bodice. Kara lapped eagerly at the dark material, her tongue working in vain to taste the sweetness between Cythonna's thighs.

Cythonna was pleased all the same, the perfection of her face twisting in pleasure at Kara's diligent service. The goddess turned her eyes onto Karen, sighing.

"Tell me, sweet one. Where is Kal-El?"

Karen spared one last glance at Kara slurping and licking between Cythonna's legs. She did her best to ignore the yearning between her own.

"On League business." Karen answered truthfully. "In another dimension."

"League business?" Cythonna raised a brow, her voice becoming harder. Like before, at the docks.

"The Justice League. An alliance of the Earth's greatest protectors. Warriors for truth and justice."

Cythonna pondered Karen's words for a moment, reaching down with one hand to hold Kara's head firmly between her legs. Karen could hear the slurps and licks grow bolder, more desperate. The most effect it had on Cythonna was a fluttering of her eyes, perhaps a tiny gasp here and there. The pale goddess was not so easily vexed. Even by a Kryptonian tongue.

Karen spared Kara another glance, noting the unbridled bliss marked upon the younger blonde's face. Desire, passion, and delicious heat. Karen envied the girl. But those thoughts were snuffed away the moment Cythonna turned her eyes upon her again. All that mattered were the whims of her mistress.

"Tell me about this Justice League." Cythonna demanded. "About the protectors of this world. Tell me everything."

- - -

Discussions were had. Knowledge was shared. But Kara Kent didn't care.

The teen girl was spent. Drunk on lust, on the overwhelming ecstasy she had endured in the last few hours. So many bouts of wild, devastating bliss. A sensory overload that not even her Kryptonian physiology could truly handle.

Cythonna's touch... if it could melt Kara into the puddle she was now... she could only imagine what it would do to a normal human.

She was naked then, now completely stripped bare. Not a single stitch of clothing graced her body. Just as Cythonna liked. Nothing to keep her from enjoying the splendid youth of Kara's nubile form.

The teenager breathed, enjoying the happy daze her goddess had left her in. Her breasts rose and fell, lungs filling with sweet air. Every second that ticked by was a tiny bit of recuperation. More energy that could be spent pleasing Cythonna later. But for now... Kara was just happy to watch and listen.

Watch Karen enjoy her turn under Cythonna's skilled hands. Listen to her older variant scream and howl, releasing such beautiful sounds into the early morning air.

Kara turned on onto her side, the messy bed sheets shifting under her weight and her movements.

She could see the glow of the rising sun pour through the apartment windows. Bathing Karen and Cythonna both in the warm gold of the morning.

Karen was naked, same as Kara, every delicious curve of her body drinking in the sun's rays. She was on her hands and knees, her massive tits swaying beneath her. An utterly bovine display. And so totally captivating. Kara never considered herself a lesbian... but she couldn't deny the perfection of femininity. And Karen possessed so much of it.

And behind her, Cythonna. Somehow even more of an enticing sight now that she was stripped of her tight blue bodice. Dressed only in her fingerless gloves and thigh-high boots. More than drool-worthy. She was darkly divine.

And what the two were doing... Kara couldn't look away.

Karen was on her hands and knees, prostrating herself before her new goddess. The elder blonde was facing Kara... but didn't meet her eyes. Cythonna had one of her hands fixed to the back of Karen's head, forcing her face down into the mattress. Her other hand... was out of view.

Kara saw her mistress' arm descend behind Karen, beneath the horizon of the elder blonde's wide hips and plump ass. But her arm was not idle. It was working. Hard. Fast. And whatever it was doing was making Karen scream. Making her shriek.

A banshee wail, so sweet to Kara's ears. The very same scream that Cythonna had drawn out of her.

But beyond the desperate cries of a woman caught in the throes of passion, Kara's Kryptonian senses afforded her insight. The filthy, obscene sounds of Cythonna's skilled fingers. Shlicking. Squelching. Fucking. Between Karen's thick thighs. Into the soaking inferno that Kara knew awaited there.

Cythonna was working her fingers hard into Power Girl's tight, wet cunt.

A beautiful sight. A hypnotic sight. Kara couldn't tear her eyes away. Not from Cythonna's working arm. Not from the delicious quakes and jiggles rolling through the curves of Karen's body. She watched the elder blonde thrust back desperately against Cythonna's fingers, furiously trying to get her deeper, to make her go harder. They were Kryptonian girls, after all. They could handle it.

Kara sighed, smiling. She was envious of her older variant, it was true. But Kara knew her place now. She didn't make demands of her goddess. She would wait her turn.

Kara Kent only hoped that Cythonna would fuck her again soon.