Chapter 1: The Trap
Every nerve ending screamed in agony as he toyed with me, reveling in my defeat.
"Let's see how weak you truly are," Nightwing smirked, his fingers delicately pulling out the Kryptonite stone from my cleavage. The searing contact as it passed my sensitive skin and the chilling cold of his hands made me gasp and tremble in his arms.
My super strength was gone, leaving me vulnerable to his whims as I fought against the nausea that threatened to overwhelm me.
His touch was a cruel reminder of my helplessness, sending shivers down my spine.
"N-Nightwing," I stuttered, trying to steady my breath. "What do you want?"
He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "You should know better than to ask questions, Supergirl. You're in no position to bargain."
His hand trailed down my arm, sending a shiver of unease through me. I tried to step back, to create some distance between us, but my legs felt like lead beneath me.
The Kryptonite was still too close, its insidious green glow visible even through the fabric of my blouse. Nightwing's touch was a brand, scorching me from within.
"Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Just tell me what you want."
He moved closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of him, the hard planes of his chest and the throb of his heartbeat. It filled me with both dread and a strange, unwelcome anticipation.
"I want what everyone wants," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Something they can't have. And right now, that's you."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. "You can't have me, Nightwing. I'm not an object to be claimed."
He leaned back, his eyes raking over me, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Aren't you? You're not so invincible now, are you? Not with that little green gem pressing against your skin."
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I struggled to maintain my composure. He was right, and it infuriated me.
My body, usually a temple of strength and power, now felt weak, heavy, and painfully exposed. I could see the outline of the Kryptonite rock through my blouse, its malevolent green glow tainting the fabric.
"Take it off," I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Take it off and we'll see who's truly weak."
Nightwing laughed, low and dangerous. "And why would I do that?"
He reached up, tracing the curve of my neck with his fingers. The touch sent sparks of panic through me, but also something else—a throbbing heat that I hated myself for feeling.
"Because," I managed to say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me, "you want a fair fight. You want me to fight back."
He paused, his finger lingering on the pulse point at my neck. I could feel the rhythm of my heartbeat, fast and erratic.
"Is that what you want, Supergirl?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "To fight back?"
I met his gaze, my eyes locked onto his. "Yes."
He smirked, then reached down and pulled the Kryptonite rock out from my blouse. The pain immediately subsided, but the lingering weakness remained.
I took a deep breath, my body trembling slightly as I regained control over my limbs. Nightwing watched me closely, a mixture of curiosity and desire in his gaze.
"There you are," he said, almost triumphantly, as if he had won some unspoken victory.
I pushed past him, careful to keep my distance. The last thing I needed was to be within his reach again. I moved towards the couch, leaning against it for support.
"Why are you here, Nightwing?" I asked, my voice steady this time.
I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, like a physical touch.
Nightwing sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm here because I needed a reminder that you're not invincible, Supergirl. That you're not untouchable."
I raised an eyebrow. "And this is how you do it? By ambushing me in my own home? By using Kryptonite?"
He shrugged, nonchalant. "Desperate times, desperate measures. Besides, I thought you were supposed to be all about truth and justice.
Isn't this more like revenge and cowardice?" I retorted, my voice laced with disdain.
He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're one to talk about cowardice, Supergirl. Always hiding behind your cape and your powers."
I bristled at the accusation, but I couldn't deny the truth behind his words. I had always relied on my powers, had always been the protector, the hero. Now, stripped of my invincibility, I felt naked, exposed.
"And what's your plan now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
My heart was pounding in my chest, a mix of fear and something else—something I didn't want to acknowledge.
Nightwing moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "My plan? Why, I thought that was obvious. I want to see you, truly see you. Not the hero, not the invincible Supergirl. Just you."
I swallowed hard, feeling a sudden chill despite the warmth of my apartment. "And how do you propose to do that?"
He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against my cheek. I flinched at the contact, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his voice a low murmur.
"By making you feel, Supergirl. By pushing you to your limits. By showing you that there's more to you than just your powers."
His thumb traced the line of my jaw, a gentle caress that sent a shiver through me. I forced myself to stay still, not to pull away from his touch.
"And what if I don't want to be pushed?" I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my lips. "Then fight me, Supergirl. Show me what you're made of."
I could feel the heat of his body, the beating of his heart.
A part of me wanted to resist, to push him away, but another part—a dark, hidden part—wanted to lean into him, to feel his touch, his strength.
"Fight me," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "Or give in."
The words were a challenge, a taunt, and a promise all at once. I knew I shouldn't, knew I should push him away, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I leaned into him, my breath mingling with his.
His hand moved from my cheek, trailing down the side of my neck, my shoulder, until it rested on the small of my back.
The heat of his touch seared through the thin fabric of my blouse, making my skin tingle.
I could feel the pressure of his body against mine, the hardness of him, the subtle tremor that belied his calm exterior. It was intoxicating, this proximity, this danger.
His lips hovered over mine, teasing, tempting. I knew I should pull away, should fight this unwanted attraction, but my body refused to comply. Instead, I found myself leaning into him, my breath hitching as his lips finally touched mine.
The kiss was soft at first, almost exploratory, like he was testing the waters.
But as I didn't pull away, his grip on me tightened, and his lips pressed harder against mine. I could taste the faint hint of coffee and mint on his breath, a stark contrast to the danger he represented.
His other hand found its way to my hair, tangling in the loose curls as he deepened the kiss. A low moan escaped me unbidden, and Nightwing took it as an invitation. His tongue slipped into my mouth, eager and demanding. I could feel his heart racing against mine, a wild staccato that matched the rhythm of my own.
He walked me backwards until I hit the wall, his body pressing against mine.
The sensation of his hard muscles against my softness was overwhelming, and I found myself gasping for breath as he pulled away from the kiss, only to trail his lips down my neck.
I could feel the pulsating heat of him, the raw power coiled beneath his skin. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, this close proximity to someone who was supposed to be my enemy.
"You taste like sugar," he murmured against my skin, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Sweet and addictive."
I couldn't help the small, unintended moan that escaped my lips.
His touch, his scent, his taste—they all combined to create a heady cocktail that left me dizzy and disoriented.
His mouth found mine again, this time with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot. I could feel the heat of him, the raw power that radiated from his every move.
I knew I should stop him, should push him away. But my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. I could feel the Kryptonite's absence keenly, my body aching for the power that was usually mine.
Without it, I was barely more than a mere mortal, vulnerable to Nightwing's every touch, every kiss. He seemed to sense my weakness, preying on it like a predator zeroing in on its prey.
His hands roamed my body with a determination that left no doubt as to his intentions. I should have stopped him, should have fought him off, but my limbs felt heavy, my mind clouded with desire.
"Why are you doing this?" I managed to gasp between kisses, my voice barely above a whisper.
Nightwing paused, his lips hovering above mine, his eyes dark with need.
"Because I want to, Supergirl. Because you want me to."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "That's not true," I insisted, even as my body betrayed me, pressing against his.
He smirked, a slow, lazy smile that sent a jolt of electricity through me. "Liar," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "You're just as affected as I am. Deny it all you want, but your body tells a different story."
I tried to look away, but his gaze held me captive. He was right, damn him.
My body was on fire, my skin tingling with every brush of his fingers, every touch of his lips. I couldn't deny the heat that pooled low in my belly, the ache that throbbed between my thighs.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Nightwing," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Isn't that the point, Supergirl? Living on the edge, dancing with danger. It's what gets our blood pumping, isn't it?"
I couldn't argue with him.
Every fiber of my being was alert, alive, and pulsating with a dangerous energy. Nightwing leaned in, his breath hot against my neck.
"You've never tasted fear, have you, Supergirl?" he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine, and I clenched my fists to prevent my hands from reaching out to touch him. "I don't know what you mean," I lied.
He chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. "You're a beacon of hope, a symbol of strength. But you've never known true danger, have you?
The kind that makes your heart race and your palms sweat. The kind that leaves you gasping for breath and aching for more."
His words sent a wave of heat crashing over me, and I could feel the blush spreading across my cheeks. He was right; I had never felt this way before. I had never been so close to the edge, so consumed by desire and danger.
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "And you think you can give me that?"
Nightwing's eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his body pressing against mine.
"I know I can," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
His hand moved to my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me against him. I could feel the hardness of him, the raw power that radiated from his touch.
"You're playing with fire, Nightwing," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent electricity coursing through me.
"I'm not the one who's on fire, Supergirl. You are."
His hand moved from my hip, trailing up my side, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my ribcage. I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat as he reached the swell of my breast.
"You're not wearing a bra," he murmured, his voice filled with surprise and delight. "Naughty girl."
I flushed, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "I-I was just getting home," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Nightwing's fingers teased the edge of my blouse, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. "Oh, I know," he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. "I followed you. I've been watching you all day."
A shiver ran down my spine, and I took a step back, trying to create some distance between us. "Why?" I demanded, my voice steadier this time.
He smirked, one corner of his mouth lifting in a wicked grin. "Because I wanted to see the real you, Supergirl. Not the hero, not the invincible warrior.
Just you, Kara Zor-El—the woman behind the cape.
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of excitement and apprehension. I knew better than to let my guard down around him, but my body seemed to have other plans.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Nightwing," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He stepped closer, his body mere inches from mine. His hands roamed lower, under my skirt. He found I was also not wearing anything under my skirt.
My breath hitched, and I felt utterly exposed as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
"You're not wearing underwear either, are you?" he whispered, his voice laced with a dark desire that made my heart race.
I couldn't respond, my mouth suddenly dry. I nodded, my eyes locked onto his, unable to look away.
"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers gliding higher, teasing the edge of my desire.
I gasped, my hands grasping onto his shoulders for support. "N-Nightwing," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What are you doing?"
He smirked, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous exploration.
"I'm exploring, Supergirl. I'm learning the real you."
I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry. His touch was maddening, sending waves of sensation coursing through my body.
"And what do you think you're going to learn?" I managed to ask, my voice breathy and weak.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm going to learn what makes you tick, what makes you moan," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
His fingers found the wetness between my thighs, and I gasped, my body arching involuntarily against him.
"Nightwing," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I couldn't believe how easily he had reduced me to this—a quivering mess, desperate for his touch, his attention.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that made my heart race. "You like that, don't you, Supergirl? You like feeling vulnerable, feeling alive."
I shook my head, unable to deny the truth of his words. My body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
Nightwing's fingers were a symphony of sensation, teasing and taunting, drawing out a response that I couldn't control. I could feel the heat between my thighs, the slickness that betrayed my desire.
"Look at me, Supergirl," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
I forced my eyes open, my gaze meeting his. His eyes were dark, intense, a storm of raw desire and hunger. It was a look I had seen many times before, but never directed at me. It sent a jolt of panic mixed with exhilaration through me.
Nightwing's gaze held me captive, his fingers continuing their slow, maddening exploration between my thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, my body aching for more, for something I couldn't quite define.
"Tell me you want this, Supergirl," he whispered, his voice a low growl that made my heart race. "Tell me you want me to touch you, to make you come."
I shook my head, my breath coming in short gasps. "I-I can't," I managed to stammer, even as my body betrayed me, pressing against his hand.
Nightwing's eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine. "You can't or you won't?" he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.
The heat of his breath against my skin was intoxicating, and I found myself leaning into him, despite my earlier protests.
"I-I don't want to," I whispered, my voice barely audible. But even to my own ears, it sounded weak, unconvincing.
Nightwing's fingers stilled between my thighs, and he pulled back slightly, his gaze searching mine.
"You don't have to lie to me, Kara," he said softly, using my real name for the first time. It sent a jolt through me, a strange mix of intimacy and danger.
"I'm not lying," I insisted, but my voice lacked conviction. I could feel the heat of his body, the raw power that radiated from him, and it was intoxicating. I wanted to give in, to surrender to the sensation, but something held me back.
Nightwing's expression softened, and he slowly removed his hand from between my thighs. I felt the loss of his touch acutely, like a physical ache.
My body craved more, but my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and doubts. Nightwing stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he were trying to read my thoughts.
"I'm sorry if I pushed too hard," he said, his voice gentle and almost apologetic. It was a side of him I hadn't expected, and it caught me off guard.
"You didn't," I whispered, my voice hoarse with unspent desire. "I just... I don't know how to do this, Nightwing. I don't know how to be... vulnerable."
He nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes.
"I know it's new for you, Kara. But that's what makes it so exciting, doesn't it? The unknown, the unexpected. The chance to let go and just feel." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.
"You're right," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've never let go before. Never been vulnerable. But that doesn't mean I want to start now. Not with you."
Nightwing's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a hint of danger.
"You sure about that?" he challenged, taking a step closer, leaving barely an inch between us. I could feel the heat of his breath, the pulsating beat of his heart.
"Yes," I whispered firmly, my resolve strengthening. I couldn't let him see how much he affected me, how much I wanted him despite knowing it was wrong.
He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Brave words, Supergirl. But I've seen your body's response. I've felt your desire."
I flushed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and something more. His fingers moved again in my pussy making me gasp. He brushed my nipples, making them rock hard.
I wanted to push him away, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, desperate for more.
"I can't fight this," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "Not with you touching me like this."
His hand moved lower, teasing the edge of my entrance. I gasped, my body trembling with need.
"Let me in, Kara," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Let me show you what you've been missing."
I should have pushed him away, should have told him to stop. But my body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
I knew I should stop him, but the sensation of his fingers was too much. I leaned back against the wall, the cold hardness of it grounding me as his touch drove me wild.
Nightwing's fingers slipped inside me, and I gasped, my body arching to meet his touch. "Nightwing," I whispered, my voice a ragged plea. He smiled against my neck, his breath hot and moist as he moved his fingers deeper, exploring me with a skill that left me breathless.
"You're so wet for me, Kara," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
His fingers moved slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of me, stoking the fire burning within me.
I gasped, my body writhing against the wall as he found my most sensitive spot, the one that made my vision blur and my thoughts scatter. I could feel the pressure building, the coil of desire tightening within me.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper, my body aching for release. "Please, Nightwing." "Please what, Kara?" he teased, his breath hot against my ear. "Please stop?
Or please don't?" He whispered the words, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. His fingers paused, teasing me with the edge of release, making me squirm and writhe for more.
I forced my eyes open, finding his gaze locked onto mine. The intensity in his eyes was almost unbearable, a raw and primal hunger that sent a jolt of desire through me. "Please," I gasped, my body aching for him to continue, to finish what he started.
Nightwing smiled, a slow and wicked curl of his lips that was both intimidating and irresistibly sexy.
"Say it, Supergirl. Say you want me to make you come."
His fingers resumed their torturous dance, drawing out my pleasure with agonizing slowness. I could feel the tension building within me, my body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. I was desperate, aching for release, but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. Not to him. Not like this.
"Come on, Kara," he coaxed, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "You know you want it.
You know you need it. Just say the words, and I'll give you what you crave."
His voice was a low, sultry whisper, laced with a dark desire that made my heart pound and my breath hitch.
I bit my lip, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I wanted this, I realized. I wanted him to make me come, to give me the release I so desperately needed. But I couldn't bring myself to say the words, to give him that control over me.
Instead, I arched my back, pressing myself harder against him, my body begging for more, pleading for release.
Nightwing chuckled, a low sound of triumph that sent a shiver down my spine. "You don't need to speak, Supergirl. Your body tells me everything I need to know."
His fingers moved faster, driving deeper, coaxing my pleasure higher and higher. I could feel the tension building, my body on the brink of release, but he held back, teasing me, torturing me.
I moaned, a low, desperate sound that echoed through the room. "Please," I pleaded, my voice a ragged whisper.
"Don't tease me."
Nightwing's lips curled into a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with a dark triumph. He knew he had me right where he wanted me—at his mercy, desperate for release.
"I can't help it, Supergirl," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "You're just too much fun to tease."
His fingers moved faster, more insistently, but still, he kept me on the edge, denying me the release I so desperately craved.
I could feel my heart racing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. I was a slave to his touch, to his will, and I hated myself for it.
But even as I hated myself, I couldn't help but crave more.
I could see the knowledge in his eyes, the smug satisfaction that he had me right where he wanted me. It was infuriating, but it also sent a thrill of desire coursing through me. I was a masochist, I realized, craving the pain and humiliation that he was so eager to inflict upon me.
The thought should have disgusted me, but instead, it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through my veins.
"Nightwing," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "please. I can't take anymore."
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "You can take it, Supergirl. You just don't want to admit it."
I shook my head, denying his words, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, desperate for more. He was right—I could take it, but I didn't want to admit it.
He shoved 2 more fingers into my juicy pussy and I came. Hard.
My body convulsed around him, every nerve ending on fire as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I cried out, a ragged, desperate sound that echoed through the room. Nightwing's hand was relentless, driving me higher and higher until I thought I would shatter into a million pieces.
When the final wave of pleasure subsided, I slumped against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Nightwing slowly withdrew his hand, a wicked grin on his face.
"You are even more beautiful when you come, Kara," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
My body was still shuddering with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my limbs weak and my breath ragged. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, to meet the smug triumph in his eyes.
Nightwing leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "Tell me, Supergirl. Was that what you needed? Was that what you've been missing all this time?"
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. "I don't want to talk about it," I whispered.
He pulled out his cock. Long and thick, and I drooled. "Or is this what you need?" Nightwing asked in a leer.
He ran his cock against my slit, teasing me with its length and width.
"No," I whispered, my voice barely recognizable. "I don't need that."
He chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through me. "So brave," he mocked. "But I think you're lying, Supergirl. Your body doesn't lie. See how wet you are, how ready for me?"
I couldn't deny the truth of his words. I was so wet, my juices coating his fingers and my inner thighs. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
"Please," I begged, my voice broken.
"Don't do this."
Nightwing smirked, his cock rubbing against my entrance, teasing me. "You want me to stop? Or are you just playing hard to get?"
I shook my head, my eyes fluttering shut as he slid the tip of his cock inside me. A moan escaped my lips, and he chuckled, a dark and seductive sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"You're so tight, Kara," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I can't wait to feel you clench around me."
I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. He pushed hard and then slammed it in to the hilt taking my virginity.
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My eyes widened at the sharp pain that radiated through me, a stark contrast to the pleasure that had consumed me moments before. Nightwing's cock filled me completely, stretching me in a way I had never experienced. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for breath.
"Y-You took my virginity," I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. The realization hit me like a physical blow, leaving me reeling. I had never expected to lose it like this—not with him, not like this.
Nightwing chuckled, a low and hungry sound that sent shivers down my spine.
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Nightwing's eyes flashed with a dark triumph as he held me tightly against the wall, his cock buried deep inside me. "I did," he acknowledged, his voice a low growl. "But I'm not done with you yet, Kara. Not by a long shot."
The realization of what he'd done sent a wave of panic through me, but my body betrayed me, clenching around him in response to his words. He was right—I wasn't done with him either, no matter how much I wanted to deny it.
"You're mine now, Supergirl," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.
"Every inch of you, every part of you. You're mine to take, mine to use, mine to pleasure."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement that left me breathless. I tried to push him away, to regain some semblance of control, but my body was too weak, too pliable.
Nightwing pulled out slowly, his cock dragging against my sensitive inner walls, before slamming back into me with a force that sent a cry escaping my lips. I couldn't help but arch against him, my body betraying me as it sought more of the pain and pleasure he was inflicting upon me.
Nightwing chuckled, a low and dirty sound that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
"You like that, don't you, Supergirl?" he growled, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm that had my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You like feeling helpless, vulnerable. You like knowing that I can make you feel things you've never felt before."
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape me. I hated that he was right, that my body was reacting to his touch like this. But I couldn't deny the truth of his words.
Every brutal thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through me, leaving me breathless and desperate for more. I could feel the sweat gathering at the small of my back, my body trembling with the effort to hold back the moans that threatened to escape me.
"N-Nightwing," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Please... please stop."
His grip on my hips tightened, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger that sent a jolt of fear and excitement coursing through me.
"I thought you wanted to fight me, Supergirl," he growled, his lips curling into a wicked smile.
"I thought you wanted to prove how strong you are."
He slammed into me again, forcing a cry from deep within me. My body shivered with the force of his thrusts, the pleasure and pain blending together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
I shook my head, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I-I don't want this," I lied, even as my body arched to meet his every movement.
Nightwing chuckled, a low and dangerous sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Liar," he hissed, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into me with a force that left me panting and breathless.
"You want this, Supergirl. You want me. Admit it."
I shook my head vehemently, my hair whipping against my shoulders. "No, I don't. I don't want you, I don't want this."
His lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're a terrible liar, Kara. Your body tells me everything I need to know. You're so wet for me, so ready.
Your body betrays you, clenching around me as I thrust deeply inside you. Your moans are music to my ears, a symphony of surrender that I've been craving since the moment I first saw you.
"This is what you need, isn't it, Kara?" I growl, my voice hoarse with desire. "You need to feel alive, to let go of control. You need to be taken, to be used."
I slam into you again, relishing the way your breath hitches in your throat, the way your nails dig into my chest.
You try to fight it, try to deny what your body is so eagerly giving itself up to, but I see the truth in your eyes. You want this, Kara. You need this.
Your moans are like a drug to me, a narcotic that makes me want to take you even harder, even deeper. I can feel your muscles trembling beneath my hands, your body on the brink of shattering into a million pieces. But I'm not ready to let you go just yet. I want to savor this, to make you come undone under my touch, my cock, my control.
You're mine, Supergirl. Every sweet, delicious inch of you. And I'm going to make you see just how much you want this.
I reach between us, my fingers finding your clit, and you gasp, your eyes widening in surprise. I rub slow circles around the sensitive nub, the sensation overwhelming for you. I can feel you trembling, your body on the edge of breaking.
"N-Nightwing," you moan, your voice a ragged whisper. "P-Please..."
"Please what, Kara?" I tease, my voice a low growl.
"Please let me cum." Kara panted.
Nightwing slam his cock into my cervix and I came. I orgasmed so hard I think I passed out. My vision blurred, my body shook, and a guttural scream escaped my lips as Nightwing's cock slammed into my cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain crashing through me. I clawed at his back, my nails digging into his skin as I desperately tried to anchor myself in reality.
"Fuck," I heard him growl, his body tensing as he found his release with a final, brutal thrust. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me up as my legs threatened to give out beneath me.
I was vaguely aware of the sound of our ragged breaths filling the room, the scent of sex and sweat clinging to our skin.
My body felt boneless, like I was made of liquid, and I couldn't seem to get my limbs to cooperate. Nightwing held me tightly, his arms wrapped around me like a lifeline, preventing me from collapsing to the floor.
"Steady now, Supergirl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "You did good."
I managed to nod, my cheek pressing against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, beneath my cheek. It was a comforting sound, a reminder that despite everything that had just happened, we were both still alive and intact.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to steady my racing heart and clear the fog from my mind.
"What...what just happened?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I was still clutching onto Nightwing, my body pressed tightly against his. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his muscles, even as my own body trembled with the aftershocks of our encounter.
He held me tighter, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "I took what I wanted, Supergirl. And you gave it to me."
I flinched at his words, the truth of them stinging like a slap in the face.
He had taken me, had used me, had claimed me in a way no other man ever had. And I had let him. I had given in to the pleasure and the pain, to the darkness and the desire.
"Don't," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Don't say that."
Nightwing's arms tightened around me, his grip almost painful. "It's true, isn't it?" he growled, his breath hot against my neck. "You wanted it, Kara. You wanted me. You wanted to feel alive."
I shivered, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our encounter.
I couldn't deny the truth of his words, no matter how much I wanted to. I had wanted him, had craved the darkness and the danger that he represented. I had given in to the pleasure and the pain, had surrendered to his touch, his control.
But now, in the harsh light of reality, I felt ashamed. I was Supergirl, the invincible hero, the symbol of hope and justice. I wasn't supposed to crave the touch of someone like Nightwing, wasn't supposed to surrender to the darkness within me.
"Please let me go," I whispered, my voice barely audible.