Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Power Girl, you might know her as the noble super heroine from Krypton , the last daughter of a lost world, the cousin of the Man of Steel. But you don't know her like I do. You don't know the weight of her cape, the chill of her breath, the heat of her desire. You don't know her name.
Karen Starr, that's who she is when she's not soaring through the skies, a beacon of hope for the helpless. A CEO by day, a savior by night, she's a woman of power, a woman of secrets. And I, Kurogane, am one of them.
The rooftop of Starr Inc. was our playground for today 's game. The city sprawled out beneath us like a glittering chessboard, the sun dipping low, casting long shadows across the glass and steel. Karen stood at the edge, her silhouette sharp against the setting sun, her short blonde hair catching the light.
"You like that?~♡" Karen asked, her voice a sultry purr as she spread her legs while taking a dump on top of the rooftop's edge. "You like to see me like this, don't you, J?~♡"
Karen continued, her voice a low, husky whisper. She knew I was watching, always watching. She knew I loved to see her, in all her forms, all her powers. And she knew I had a particular appreciation for this side of her, this raw, primal side.
I stepped closer, my cybernetic foot clanking softly on the rooftop. I was a man of metal and demons, a man of war and revenge. But here, now, I was a man in love. "You know I do, Karen," I said, my voice a low growl. "You know I love to see you, all of you."
People of the city might know her as the noble heroine, but I knew her as something else. She's a strong woman, independent, yes. But deep down, she's a sex predator, a woman thirsty for attention, for approval by a man, for power to sodomize her with raw , primal force. And I, Kurogane, was more than willing to give her what she craved.
As the CEO of Starr Inc., she's this powerful, confident woman. But when she's with me, she's different. She's vulnerable, she's hungry, she's insatiable. She's a whore who begs for a good time, not offering one, might as well treat her like one, like she deserve, a hooker who works for a sodomy, not money, a prostitute who's paying for a sodomy, not paid.
"Push it all out! Empty your guts! Show me your gaping prolapse! I'm not fucking you if there's still shits in your
ass!~♡" I demanded, my voice harsh, my eyes locked onto her. I wanted to see her, all of her, every inch of her. I wanted to see her ass, her pussy, her tits, her face. I wanted to see her squirm, her moan, her beg. I wanted to see her lose control, to see her break.
Karen looked at me, her eyes wide, her mouth open. She was shocked, I could see it. But she was also turned on, I could see that too. She loved it when I talked dirty to her, when I pushed her limits. She loved it when I made her feel like a slut, like a whore.
It was a power play for her, a way to let go of the control she held so tightly in her public life. She wanted to be used, to be dominated. And I was more than happy to oblige.
"Oh, J," she moaned, her voice a low, needy whimper. "I'm... I'm almost done. Just... just a little more." She pushed, her face contorting with effort, her body trembling. I could see her asshole, stretched wide, her shit oozing out, her pussy dripping wet. She was loving this, loving the humiliation, loving the degradation.
I stepped closer, my cybernetic hand reaching out, grabbing her by the hair.