Oh what the fuck, I wrote a caption for this and Tumblr fucking ate it! Goddamit.
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Supergirl looked up at me with an expression practically of awe. Feelings of lust, love, trust, and submission sparked and danced in her brain as I tweaked and shaped her emotions.
“Mid…” she said hesitantly. “I… I don’t do things like this, normally. I feel… I’ve never felt like this with anyone.”
I stepped forward and stroked her cheek, sending thrills of pleasure through her. “This was meant to be, Kara. Your destiny.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “God, Mid, you’re so amazing…”
I leaned down to kiss her. Slowly she lay back on the couch, pulling me on top of her. I pushed her clothes out of the way, exploring her with lips and tongue while she moaned and clutched at me.
Soon I was naked, while she had her skirt pushed up to her waist and her top pushed up so her breasts hung out free. I held myself above her, cock poised at her entrance.
“Mid,” she moaned. “Please…”
I toyed with one of her breasts. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes!”
“What would you do for me to fuck you right now?”
“God, anything Mid! Anything!”
“Even though we only met for the first time today? Even though I’ve manipulated your emotions, created false memories, and now I’m making you want me, all as part of the process of turning you into my slave?”
She stared up at me. “What? No, that’s… that’s not…”
“It’s the truth. Once I fuck you, you’ll be mine. Utterly, completely, forever.” I flicked her nipple, and she gasped.
“I… I…”
I ramped up her arousal and submission further and furhter while I toyed with her. “Well, Kara?” I asked.
She moaned, her powerful body–strongest in the world–reduced to a weak, quivering, needy wreck by my power. “I… I know it’s wrong, but…. please! I need you! Take me!”
“With pleasure.” I slid into her hot, slick pussy and began fucking her in slow, long, teasing strokes.
“Mid, Mid, please, please more, faster, fuck me Mid, fuck me!“
“That’s not my name, slave. Address me properly!”
“Master!” she cried, and I fucked her faster and harder. “Master! Oh, yes, yes, Master, fuck your slave, fuck me, fuck mmmeeeeeee!!”
She came, hard, but I kept going. The Girl of Steel was putty in my hands–and always would be.