Although Lena had always dreamt of dominating at science and business, there was something she secretly wanted even more as she approached thirty getting her cunt absolutely railed by the right alpha.
You see, despite all the rumors she was National City's most eligible bachelorette of an alpha, Lena was actually an omega. And, for reasons on a cosmic level she couldn't fathom, spiritually and physically a power bottom.
So, the good witch-scientist spent quite a lot of time and money trying to find the right alpha to get the jizz job done.
She went to matchmaking session after matchmaking session with everyone from complete randos to exclusively the rich like herself.
She paid people to discreetly source viable alphas for her, so the media wouldn't find out.
And, when she stopped giving a damn about what the media might do or think, she even traveled to different cities, countries, and planets for sex-driven events. Ones offering everything from casual one-on-one hookups, threesomes, and orgies to more long-term romantic arrangements like friends with benefits and marriage material.
But, no matter where she turned for a good time, there was always just . . . something missing from each person who caught her eye. Something undefined, yet nagging her every fiber to no end. Something which ultimately made her stop talking with the alphas, holding their hands, and wanting to be fucked by them, such that she unintentionally shattered a lot of libidos and hearts along her quest for the seemingly impossible.
In other words, Lena was the most sexually frustrated virgin on the planet, and there was no clear end to her thirst in sight.
That is, until the most forbidden, delicious fruit imaginable walked into her office at LCorp. Then, knelt down like she hadn't just caused the CEO to go into cardiac arrest on the carpeted floor.
"Miss Luthor? It's me . . . Kara Danvers. Your communications intern for the summer. Are you, umm, okay? Should I . . . call an ambulance?"
Lena barely grasped what the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, illegally hot, twenty-year-old intern was saying to her, even after the college senior started waving in her face and taking her pulse to check for signs of life. Not just because she'd fainted and gone a little cross-eyed. But, because every inch of her was thrumming like the wings of a hummingbird. Especially the inches which were drawing all her blood down south in a way she'd never experienced before.
Thrumming which would quicken impossibly more when the apparently strong as hell intern scooped her up, placed her down on her couch, and tucked her in like it was no big deal.
"Based on my X-ray vision, it doesn't seem like you've broken, fractured, or punctured anything from the fall. But, your heartbeat is still very fast, and you seem to have a fever, so you should probably . . . I dunno . . . lie flat for a bit so both calm down? Stay put, and I'll get you some ice water and a cold pack," Kara gently asserted their best course of action. Just before slowly loosening her grasp of Lena's hand to go find what she'd promised.
Despite being trained on what was acceptable at work for over ten years, Lena couldn't help but summon her magic mirror into her hands so she could lustfully watch Kara turn and speed walk away to grab what she'd promised. Looking which did not disappoint because, as fate would have it, Kara apparently had an exceptionally fine ass hidden underneath her modest khaki skirt and blue and white crocheted sweater.
But, looking which didn't last too long because, in what felt like the blink of an eye, the intern was back at her side and not just positioning cold packs against her armpits and forehead, but prompting her to drink ice water from a straw.
"There you go, Miss Luthor. You should be good as new in no time. But, I'll keep monitoring things just in case," the social media savant softly said while tending to her charge. Right before adding in concern, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Once again, Lena's brain and heart began betraying what she'd been taught about manners, such that she couldn't shut her mouth before it rasped out, "Bend me over."
For a brief second, everything got so quiet one could hear a pin drop next to the elevators tens of feet away. Quiet which Lena swore was about to be punctured by the sound of her intern understandably running out screaming or calling a lawyer. But, quiet which was ultimately filled by something rather unexpected yet fortunate.
"Bend you over? Oh, right! The recovery position! I totally forgot that part of first aid. You're . . . you're right, Miss Luthor. My bad," Kara went from flushing with pupils wide to realizing what her boss must have been saying. Then, flipping the CEO over so she could rest on her side rather than her back.
Thankful her mouth hadn't gotten her into as much trouble as she probably deserved, Lena sighed deeply in relief, savored every microsecond of being held again, and resigned to just say back, "Thank you, Kara. Did you . . . did you still want us to go over your portfolio and duties?"
Feeling awkward and some kind of way about her boss which she knew to be against policy, too, Kara couldn't help but be grateful for the timely distraction. So, she breathed deeply, smiled, and replied, "Umm . . . yeah, sure! If . . . if you're still up for it! I could do most of the talking and, umm . . . you could do the listening?"
Smiling more authentically than she did with most people, Lena adorably sank further under her blanket, closed her bicolored eyes, and affectionately replied, "Mmmkay!"
One word which made Kara's heart start beating quickly, too, such that it served as a kind of drum roll. Specifically, a drum roll before the precious blonde started prattling on about all the cool things they could do together to improve LCorp's appeal to younger generations of customers and workers.
Prattling which somehow calmed Lena's runaway heartbeat, such that the literally swept-off-her feet CEO began to fall asleep as Kara neared the close of her pitch.
"Good night, Lena. Sleep well," the sweet intern couldn't help but whisper, even though it was eight thirty in the morning. And, whispered right before involuntarily kissing the sleeping brunette's forehead, instantly regretting her decision, wondering if she'd get fired on her first day, and – eventually – deciding to throw all caution to the wind. All by sitting in the CEO's desk chair, spinning around in it like nobody was watching her, ordering some food for them with her corporate card, and finally getting to work.
But, alas, someone was watching. And that someone was an in-and-out-of-sleep Lena, who not only loved the sound of being called by her first name at work for once, but loved the sights and sounds of Kara being so happy to be there.
Sights and sounds the butterfly-filled CEO would play over and over again when she got home, thanks to security providing her the tapes of what had transpired that fateful day.
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Three Months of Ass Stares and Cardiac Arrests Later
During their summer of working together, Kara and Lena grew just as much as the feelings between them did.
For one, Kara taught Lena how to use social media platforms in the most hands-on ways possible, such that they'd often make livestreams of them dancing, high-fiving, and hugging in response to major product launches and company milestones. Antics which grew LCorp's media pages some rather impressive followings, such that Kara and Lena started being known as "The LCorps" wherever they went.
Two, Lena taught Kara quite a lot about how to build her executive presence, also in the most hands-on ways imaginable. Like using her hands to help move Kara's chin, hips, shoulders, legs, and arms into positions which were associated with different nonverbal messages, including power, passion, openness, self-protection, and challenge.
And three, although it felt criminal in a way, the two ladies couldn't help but use their lunches and dinners to get to know each other better in ways which morphed from business only to more intimate over time.
"So, what's been your favorite class at school?"
"To what do you owe your success at transforming LCorp into what it is now?"
"What are your long-term career goals, and how can I help you with those?"
"Do you feel happy with how life has turned out for you so far?"
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Do you believe in anything beyond this world?"
"Would you ever get married and have kids, if you had the chance?"
"What's a secret of yours which you have never told anyone, but want to?"
"Do you ever feel like you're from another planet because you're so . . . different?"
In other words, each meal they had together was yet another source of learning and sexual tension for our leading ladies, such that they strayed closer and closer to breaking the rules of their company with every touch, taste, look, and thought.
But, for better or worse, their tension came to a head when it was Kara's last day at LCorp.
"Kara?! Could you hold that door, please?"
To Lena's immense surprise, Kara hadn't signed her letter offering her a full-time position at LCorp after graduation yet. And, for reasons which escaped her, her prodigy was trying to leave the building early in tears, making the good witch-scientist wonder if something personal was going on. Or, if another intern was ogling Kara again, like earlier in the summer. When Lena had to let a few of them and some full-time employees go because they were making the sweet, smart blonde uncomfortable.
"Umm . . . yeah, sure," the lovely English major replied while wiping her tears with one palm and pressing the "Door Open" button on the elevator with the other.
Relieved to hear favorite person of all time was at least willing to talk and share a ride downstairs, Lena let them go a few floors down in her private elevator before saying something.
"Kara, you know you can always tell me if someone hurt you, including me," Lena gently began, hoping her soothing pheromones and tone would help make Kara more comfortable opening up.
Knowing Lena would never hurt her intentionally, Kara almost verbally tripped over herself by quickly reassuring the brunette, "Oh, umm . . . no! You didn't hurt me. Nobody did."
When Lena quirked an eyebrow in concern mixed with disbelief and cocked her head, Kara followed up more calmly and convincingly, "I'm just, umm, . . . experiencing a small medical crisis of sorts. A sort of thing which is probably . . . too much information."
Lena kept looking at her like she had two heads, though. So, Kara nervously gulped and added some more context.
"I, uhh, . . . left my rut blockers back at my dorm because . . . it's here early. And, some- . . . something here at work is, umm, . . . making it worse. A lot worse than it normally is. And, I . . . I'm afraid of what I might do. That I might hurt someone like this."
Feeling equal parts bad for Kara and aroused by the thought of her crush in rut, Lena couldn't help herself. Specifically, she couldn't help but ask with a mix of sympathy and desire, "It's me, isn't it? The one who's causing your symptoms to be worse than before?"
When asked those questions dead on, Kara went wide-eyed and opened and shut her mouth multiple times in an attempt to speak. But, when she couldn't deny it, Lena couldn't help but lightly, suggestively stroke one caramel-skinned hand with her ivory index finger and add, "It's okay, Kara. It's your last day here. So, what am I going to do to you? Fire you?"
Everything after that happened so fast it took Lena's breath away.
One second, Kara was pushing up the dark blue sleeves of her embroidered sweater and the white sleeves of the button up underneath to free her incredibly strong, supple arms for the first time at work. The next, she was scooping Lena up again like it was no big deal, then ramming them both against one wall of the elevator while attacking her neck with god-tier kisses.
Kissing which quickly escalated to Kara dry humping her into the wall over and over again and, as she did, forming a deeper crater there with every thrust.
"God, Lena! You have no idea . . . how long I've been dreaming of this," the outgoing intern just barely managed to say before crashing their lips together and air humping her even harder as they dueled for dominance and air.
Feeling the same way, and having nothing else to do that afternoon because she'd blocked out the rest of her day to ruminate over the blonde's upcoming absence from her life, the good witch-scientist let Kara kiss her senseless until they were almost at the bottom floor. Then, breathlessly suggested just before the doors opened at the alpha's original stop, "Let's . . . let's go to my place to finish, yeah?"
Smiling with all pearly whites while struggling for air, Kara nodded in agreement. Then, before she was fully ready to be magicked elsewhere, suddenly felt both of them crashing and bouncing onto the brunette's California king-sized bed.
Smirking in desire and with dimples out because Kara just so happened to land on top of her, Lena asked in a sultry, uninhibited way while tilting her crush's chin up for a kiss, "Now, where were we?"
Not needing any more prompting, Kara sat up on her haunches and flung all her clothes off in the most haphazard yet fast way possible, leaving Lena to stare at her red, pulsing megadick and impressively-matched abs. A worthy distraction as the alpha moved back even more, slowly hiked up her little black dress, and lightly took off her matching lingerie with her teeth like it was a garter at a wedding.
"God, Kara," Lena couldn't help but gasp a quick praise as her crush not only made every movement look and feel so smooth, but dove in to lick her everywhere. All with absolutely no technique yet full confidence and desire.
Loving how she was already making Lena's head and back bow in pleasure, Kara purred deeply. Then, rumbled out a serious yet playful question while coming up for air, then suggestively wiggling her eyebrows.
"Dress on, or off?"
For a moment, Lena genuinely didn't know what she wanted out of their first time. But then, in a split second of clarity, it came to her.
"Keep it on for now, but gradually rip it right down the middle. Rip it entirely when you come."
Loving the sound of Lena's desires going beyond her wildest dreams, Kara pounced back on top of her and, despite it being their first time, got to work like they'd been together all their lives.
Specifically, the thirsty Kryptonian pumped one, then two, then eventually three fingers into the equally thirsty witch's cunt to stretch her out. Increasing pressure and intensity which Lena came over by accident, such that she needed a moment to come down from cloud nine and process the fact that Kara was holding and still inside her.
Coming down in which she thought of yet another marvelous idea.
"Kara? When you come, I don't want you to stop at just ripping my dress. I . . . I want you to grab and squeeze my breasts hard when you knot me. Bruise them. I . . . I want to see your handprints on me for a few days. Marks until you can give me . . . you know . . . the mark."
Feeling her dick and balls get more full than they had her entire life, the alpha was more than hungry to oblige her omega, such that she moved them into a position from her dreams. One in which Lena was still on her back, but one of her legs was draped over one of Kara's shoulders, allowing the alpha unfettered access to her still-dripping, aching, fluttering cunt.
Dripping, aching, and fluttering which picked back up once Kara turned her head to kiss, nip, and lick little trails on her creamy knees and thighs, such that Lena flushed deeper than before and bucked with want.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Kara . . . Kara, please ," Lena couldn't help but beg Kara to get inside her already while twisting her hair in an attempt to not float off her bed by sheer motion alone. Or, magic.
Wanting to please her omega, and unable to hold on any longer herself, the good Kryptonian breathed deeply to gather her courage and strength. Then, with a confident but slow and steady thrust which went so deep it surprised them both, started finding their rhythm.
A rhythm in which Kara gradually began thrusting harder, deeper, and more quickly in time with her rubbing, scratching at, and even pinching the parts of the dress which barely covered Lena's aching, flushed, bouncy breasts. Movements which Lena started becoming accustomed to, then started encouraging by purposefully guiding Kara's hands and squeezing her dick to make thrusting all the harder.
And, movements which started ripping the dress further and further as planned.
One thrust, a few loose stitches.
Two thrusts, the hems of Lena's dress start unraveling, section by section.
Three thrusts, it's starting to look like Lena just barely survived a bear attack.
Four thrusts, it's starting to look like a bear just barely survived a Lena attack.
Five thrusts, and the dress somehow holds steady. At least on the surface, that is. Then, it gradually starts ripping even more with thrusts six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen. Partly because Lena is screaming even louder with each thrust, and it's all music to Kara's ears. And, partly because the brunette is getting impossibly more off on the sound of her ass cheeks colliding with her mate's impossibly huge, full, wet balls.
Then, by thrust number fifteen, Lena starts to feel giddy. Light-headed. Fluttery. Just like when she came before, but more intense this time. Almost like she's being launched into space.
Feelings which Kara can apparently sense before she even has to voice them, such that the alpha manages to hold off ripping her dress completely and marking her breasts until demanding with the most alpha growl imaginable, "COME FOR ME, LENA!"
With one incredibly hard, final buck into Kara, Lena not only comes, but floods that half of the enormous bed because she loses control over her magic. A loss of control which finally tips a very wet Kara all the way over the edge, too, such that the sounds of Lena's dress completely ripping, the alpha's knot sinking into her, and her wet breasts squelching with pressure all ring out at once, then make her pass out.
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Some time later, Lena awakens to the delicious feelings of being sore, full, and impossibly more head over heels for the woman she gave her virginity to.
Feelings which grew for a couple reasons which were all Kara's words of endearment.
"I'm really happy I waited for you, Lena. Is it . . . you know . . . too soon to say I love you?"
Tearing up while smiling brightly and shaking her head, Lena just barely managed to blubber back, "No, of course not! Of course it's not too early. I'm glad I waited for you, too, darling. Really, really glad."
Shocked she was Lena's first, but incredibly happy to hear it, Kara couldn't help but tear up, too. Then, couldn't help but move them onto their sides and make their little moment even happier.
"I didn't sign the offer from LCorp because I . . . was actually thinking of going for another position. A really big promotion of sorts which probably defies all odds."
Thankful to hear the joking tone in Kara's voice, Lena matched pitched by playfully wiggling her eyebrows and replying, "Do tell!"
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Kara took a moment to gather her courage. Then, plucked up enough nerve to pitch her idea.
"I'd really like to apply for the vacancy called Your Wifey someday. I heard I'll have to start from the bottom at Girlfriend, then get promoted to Fiance, and then get promoted to my dream job: Co-CEO of Your Heart. But, I can be patient because it's worth it. Think I have a shot?"
Impressed with Kara's courage and determination, and genuinely amused by how she pitched such a romantic thing in such a business-like manner, Lena replied with a huge, dimpled smile and a gentle wiggle of where they were still tied, "Considering you've started from the bottom so well, I think your chances at filling the vacancy are excellent. But, I'll have to keep evaluating your performance in the vacancy called My Cunt to know more about your promotion schedule. So, don't start slipping, yeah?"
Smiling impossibly more and tearing up, Kara rolled them back over to where she was on top, began kissing Lena all over again, and then paused to sing against her lips, "Dum dum da dum, you need to come!"
At that point, Lena couldn't help but belly laugh so hard that she started crying happy tears and – to their mutual amusement – lightly bench pressing Kara off her. Then, the good witch-scientist couldn't help but match the goofy wedding vibes which apparently got into the air and filled her whole bedroom.
"Dum dum da dum, you come get some!"
Words which both of them laughed over and Kara didn't need to be told twice.
And, words they'd both repeat after getting married just six months later.