The Last Daughter of Krypton: World's Finest

The Green Lantern

She looked back and smiled at Hal before she disappeared around the corner, walking into her private bedroom and waiting for him to catch up.

Hal wasted no time in catching up to her.

Mimicking her movements as he walked, he removed his top, the armor not folding very well, but he didn't care as he unceremoniously dropped it onto the floor. His boots were next, then the body suit.

When he stepped around the corner, Kara was still standing with her back to him.

His eyes took in the curve of her rear, and he moved behind her, pressing himself against her. He reached around her, each of his hands cupping an ample breast. He pinched a nipple between each finger as his breath came against her ear.

Slowly he began to move his hands down across her flat stomach, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her undergarment. He peeled them down her legs, lowering himself as he did and planting a firm kiss against the back of one of her thighs. When he stood again, he removed his own underwear, and once again pressed himself against the backside of her taught, yet supple body. She would be able to feel his hardness against her naked backside.

Hal glanced over to the bed. It was unlike any bed he had seen recently, even on Oa, and it was silver. Using his body to push against hers, he maneuvered her to the bed, and when she was against its edge, he gave her back a little push with his hands. Kara fell over onto the bed, but of course she caught herself with her strong arms. That, however, was Hal wanted. What he needed.

The way she was posed now was quite a sight to behold. The curve of her rear was accentuated by the arch of her back, and her most intimate parts were lewdly displayed for him.

The sight was quite decadent.

But it was also the most beautiful thing he had ever beheld.

He moved against her, positioning himself at her opening.

He could feel her heat.

In one quick movement he buried himself inside her. He nearly cried out.

Kara was like a furnace inside. It almost hurt him. The heat was intense, but not unbearable. He could feel her insides tightening around him, holding him in place almost if she did not want to let go.

He started to move, then stopped. The feeling was too intense. He was nearly now ready to expode. It was that good. It was incredible. Unlike anything he had ever imagined, or ever would imagine.

"Sorry," he said quietly, holding himself still, "I need just a minute to..."

He made a small movement. Just a slow, gentle withdrawal.

"Oh my God, Kara," he said to her.

Once more, he pushed himself inside her.

This began a deep rhythym of pushing in and pulling almost all the way out as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body to his every time he moved into her.

He had nearly lost control at first, but now he was getting on top of things, even though the way she felt inside was almost too much for him.

As he moved inside her, he reached up with the tips of his fingers and lightly pulled them down her back.

He then grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed, causing her back to arch, and at the same time, causing him to go even deeper.

He stopped, buried inside her, holding her for just a moment.

Then he pulled out, and turning her hips in his hands, caused her to roll onto her back. He took one of her ankles in each hand, and as he wrapped her legs around his waist, he once again inserted himself inside her.

He leaned forward, propping on his arms above her. He gave her a long, slow kiss as he moved deeply inside her, his pelvic bone grinding against that most sensitive spot. Hal took one of her breasts into his mouth, pulling at it gently, then letting go. He reached up with his left hand and placed a finger against the side of her cheek, turning her face so her blue, blue eyes met his of verdant green.

"It's okay, Baby," he whispered to her, "you can let go."

He moved deeper inside her, pressing against her as he used his hands to bend her legs back so that there was maximum contact between him and her.

"Let go, Kara," he said. "And take me with you."
 
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Although Kara had turned her back on him when she had moved further into her bed chambers, she drooped her head and caught a glimpse of Hal coming up from behind her. Seconds later his strong body was pressed up against her, and she let out a soft moan when his hands reached up and started to fondle her large breasts.

It felt incredible, the way he was kneading her fat tits before paying attention to each of her nipples, pinching them between his fingers.

Kara could feel his hot breath against her neck, and as she closed her eyes she quietly moaned his name in approval. Her own armed had remained near her sides while he was holding her, but when he moved down to remove her panties, placing a kiss against the back of her thigh, Kara reached up with her own hands and grabbed her tits until Hal stood up and pressed his naked flesh against her backside.

She could feel his hardening cock push against the small of her back, the mushroom head tip leaving a small, slick trail of pre-cum on her skin.

Kara could barely contain herself.

She wanted it as much as she needed it.

Kara's arms shot out to grab the mattress and break her fall when Hal had pushed her over to the bed, and the bent-over position left her completely exposed. Her breasts hung over the bed with her nipples pointed towards the mattress, and her soft flesh jiggled back and forth as Hal positioned himself at her entrance. Her hot lips parted as the head of his cock pushed inside her, but the real jolt of pleasure came when he buried his entire length inside her with one thrust of his hips.

Kara's hands tightly gripped the silver sheets covering her bed as her pussy tightened around his length, practically locking him inside her with his balls pressed against from underneath.

"Sorry. I need just a minute to..."

With her head down and her golden hair falling over her face, Kara smiled as Hal took a moment to get used to mating with a Kryptonian, and when he moved again his soft words turned into cries of pleasure as he withdrew his cock and pushed it back inside.

"Nnn... nnn... nnn..."

Kara's body was pushed back and forth as Hal claimed her from behind, his hands on her hips to pull her body back and take him deeper inside her.

"Nngh... Ohhh... Ohhh," Kara moaned as the Green Lantern built up a steady and deep rhythm, pushing in and pulling out before slamming back in again. She let out a louder cry of pleasure when his finger raked lightly against her back, and she even moaned in approval when he grabbed her hair and forced her back to arch as he pulled her up and kept his entire length buried inside her.

It felt so... fucking... good.

In the heat of the moment they quickly changed positions, and Kara let Hal adjust her body as she rolled over the bed and onto her back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pushed himself back inside her. She smiled up at him when he leaned forward, using one arm to hold himself up before their lips were locked in a slow, passionate embrace.

And then he started moving again, grinding himself against her and forcing his cock to move in and out of her. She sighed and moaned in pleasure when he sucked on one of her tits, squeezing and pulling on her abundant flesh before letting it pop out.

Kara wasn't exactly new to sex, but this was something more.

"It's okay, Baby. You can let go. Let go, Kara, and take me with you."

Kara nodded her head as he started pushing into her harder and faster, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if holding on for dear life.

"Hhhhhuhhhhuhhhuhhh... Hal..."

It felt so good.

So good.

Having his cock thrust deep inside her... having his sweaty sack pressing up against her when he was completely buried... it felt so fucking good. After a few minutes they changed positions again, only this time Kara took the lead and rolled Hal onto his back. She spread her legs apart and set them on the outside of his his legs as she lowered herself down on his length, taking him in all the way so that his cum-filled sack was pressed up against the crack of her ass.

Kara's upper body dipped forward as she started pumping her pussy against his cock, and her large breasts started to bounce up and down when she had built up a steady rhythm. Every so often she would lean forward and press her lips against his, driving her tongue into his mouth.
 
Hal Jordan

As she straddled him, with her legs on the outside of his and the swell of her mound forming a perfect juncture against his hips, he gasped and laid back.

He was content to lie there and let her ride him for a moment, but when she reached forward the first time to kiss him, he could not help but to thrust against her.

It wasn't long at all before he found a rhythym that matched hers, and as she ground against him from the top, he pushed into her from the bottom.

He pushed himself with his arms, resting his palms flat against the sheet, holding his upper body up against her so he could claim one, then both, of her breasts with his mouth.

Soon, though, the inevitible would come. Hal knew this, so when he wrapped both arms around Kara and buried his head between her heaving breasts, he began to moan her name over and over.

And as she pushed against him, he pushed against her, skin against skin, friction abated only slightly by the natural lubrication they now both copiously produced.

Then, suddenly, he lifted his head up to gaze into her beautiful blue eyes, and he locked his hands on her hips holding her still, holding her tightly against him, all the way on him as he was as far inside her as he could go.

She could feel the contractions inside her, the pulsing, the throbbing signalling his release.

He slumped against her chest, giving a nipple one last kiss before he moved his hands from her hips to embrace her tightly against him.
 
Kara moaned as she kissed Hal when she felt him push up against her, driving the head of his cock deeper inside her than ever before. Soon they had both built up a steady rhythm, their bodies joined together when their two halves collided with each other, and Kara moaned again when Hal sat up against the bed and used his hot mouth to pleasure one of her large breasts and then the other.

As much as she wanted the pleasure and experience to never end, she knew that at some point Hal would reach his breaking point.

She was, however, determined to ride it out till the end.

Kara wrapped her arms around Hal's back as he kept his face pressed against her chest, and she knew he was close. So very close. So very... good. Her pussy tightly gripped his cock, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she imagined the sight of his heavy sack slapping against her from underneath.

"Cum... cum inside me," Kara breathed softly into his ear, riding him a bit harder until he held her close, keeping her quite still while his cock jerked inside her, flooding her alien pussy with his hot seed. She could feel every contraction and spasm that his cock made, and the young Kryptonian moaned in heavenly bliss as each load of cum was pumped inside her. It didn't take long for Kara to start cumming as well, and she continued to moan and sigh in pleasure even as the waves of pleasure coursing through her body began to subside.

When it was all over, Kara leaned forward and pressed her lips against his mouth. It wasn't a heated, lustful kiss like the ones earlier, but one far more affectionate. She rolled over to the side but held him close, her fingers tenderly running along the sides of his arms.

"That was amazing," she whispered softly.
 
"That was amazing," she whispered softly.

Hal had to agree.

Of all the things he had ever experienced, that was the most incredible.

As he lay there holding her, as she slowly ran her fingers up and down his arm, he was suddenly aware of feelings that came from deep down within the pit of his being.

"Kara," he began, "I...."

And then he stopped himself. Girls don't want to hear that kind of sentimental, sappy shit after sex, he told himself. Dude. Seriously.

"It was amazing," he finally told her. "Can we do it again?" He smiled. "I don't mean right now," he laughed, "but again...like, you know...soon?"

He looked into her eyes.

"When I was a kid," he admitted, "the only thing I could ever dream of was getting in the cockpit of a plane and flying. And then, when I finally did, it was the most awesome, the most intense, the most amazing experience I could ever imagine. The kind of flying I do with the aid of the Ring is something else entirely, and even more incredible, but it will never equal that first time in the pilot's seat of that first airplane.

"This," he told her, placing a finger under her chin, "this is like that."
 
Errant Venture

O'Neil slumped in his chair.

The world was suddenly filled with people with superpowers. They seemed to be coming out of the woodwork.

He needed to make contact with them.

He had to.

He wanted to help them.

But, what could he possibly have to offer them?

Trust.

He had to let them know they could trust him.

But, how do you contact a superhero?
 
The Batman

She shouldn't have taken the short cut through the alley.

It was the first thing she thought of when the thug grabbed her from behind. He stuck a gun, or something, into her ribs and cupped his hand over her mouth and told her not to scream. Then he pushed her down, down onto the grimy and cold concrete of the alley's floor.

He was standing over her. He was smiling.

She looked up to his face, her own a mask of fear.

And then, from above them, there came the sound of a rustling.

As if something was coming from the dark sky.

As if this something had wings.

The full force of the Batman's 210 lb. frame landed solidly on the alley mugger. The thug was knocked to the ground. The Batman somersaulted from him and landed easily, lightly, as his scalloped cape furled around him. He then knelt over the downed assailant, and two black gauntleted fists picked the mugger up off the ground by his jacket collar.

Only nearly coherent, the mugger could only gasp, "What the fuck are you?!?!?" as he stared into whited-out eyes within the black cowl.

The answer came in a low, raspy, and dangerous voice.

"I am the night!"

One of the those gauntleted fists released its grip on the mugger's jacket and reared back beside the black, bat-eared cowl.

"I am vengeance!"

And that fist began to descend.

"I am Batman!"

And when it connected precisely with the tip of the thug's chin, the would-be robber went immediately into a dreamless unconsciousness.

The Dark Knight dropped the mugger to the ground again. He stood, and he looked to the thug's victim. He said nothing. He extended one of his hands, palm up, leather and kevlar wrapped fingers open to her. She hesitated at first, then she took the offerred hand with both of hers, her tiny fingers barely filling the Batman's own. He helped her up.

"Are you injured?" he rasped as he released her hands.

"N-n-no," she stammered, "I'm okay." She saw him, then, clearly, the black cape draped across broad shoulders, the black half mask, that with the long, pointed ears seemed almost alien, reptilian, inhuman. The cape was opened only slightly at the front, exposing a dark gray, almost charcoal bodysuit which held a black bat shape on his chest.

"I would suggest you stay on the sidewalks," he told her, "under the street lamps. There are dangerous things that lurk in Gotham's shadows."

She turned to look at her downed attacker. "Yeah," she said, "there are."

When she turned once again to look at her saviour, she saw nothing but an empty alley.

He moved now across the rooftops of Gotham's buildings. From one to the other he glided and lept and swung on the nearly unbreakable silk and Kevlar weave cable from his gun until he came to the top of the museum. There he descended until he was standing quietly behind a uniformed GCPD officer at the front entrance.

Gordon had asked him to look into the burglary and murder at the museum. Batman had called Gordon after Bruce Wayne had left the symphony performance, and Gordon had told him police officers would be waiting for him.

The uniformed officer turned around and nearly jumped, not expecting to see the Batman standing so close.

So quiet.

After he regained his composure, the officer motioned towards the entrance door, where the yellow CRIME SCENE - DO NOT CROSS THIS LINE tape still hung.

"You want to look inside?" he asked the Batman.

The Dark Knight gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod.
 
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