Generations Made

Even after three weeks stranded with her on primeval Thanagar, Clark could barely believe Starfire. He might be Superboy, confronted on a daily basis with oddity and adventure, but Kory was still just so… unbelievable!

He watched in awe as she fought a dinosaur twenty times her size. If he weren't under a red sun, he might have the same strength she displayed, but he didn't know if he'd ever possess the acrobatic grace she showed, flowing through the air like she was both hunting and dancing. Attacking with a ferocity that only heightened her lush beauty, then laughing jubilantly at her victory. Looking more gorgeous than ever, even with the defeated creature’s blood all over her.

Fortunately, there was a stream nearby she could bathe in. Clark watched her body slowly emerge from the flush of battle, into the more tender woman he had come to know.

Kory had full, firm breasts that surged upwards with each breath. Her stomach was all supple contours, not at all as harsh as her delineated muscles should've made it, while her wide hips perfectly set off the long, sculpted legs that emerged bare from her bikini-like covering, stretching seemingly infinitely before feeding into high boots. Her flaming red hair curled crisply all the way to her calves, and Clark swallowed, wondering if a similar abundance waited between her barely clothed groin. Or how her all green-eyes would look burning with lust.

Kory noticed how closely he was watching her. She giggled bashfully, as if flattered, and Clark blushed. That was another thing about Kory. No matter how he fantasized about her, his most depraved imagining wasn't as effortlessly sensual as she was.

“Clark, you can stare at me once I'm clean. I'm hardly any good to look at now.” Clark begged to differ. “Get the beast cooked while you wait. I won't look very pretty eating that thing raw either.”

Clark smiled shyly and went about dressing the kill. It would last them a long time, if he properly prepared the meat. Otherwise it would go to waste.

Kory watched him as she bathed herself. He seemed nervous, distracted, and she tried to put him at ease.

“We make a good team, Clark. You know something of nature.”

“I go hunting with my dad. We always use what we kill.”

“That's the way to do it. Robin wouldn't understand killing at all. He doesn't see any difference between killing like a maddened animal and doing it for the sake of larger life.”

“I don't believe in killing either,” Clark said. “Not people.”

Kory scowled, remembering how many arguments she’d had with Dick along those lines. Her own position sprang up readily. “I say if people act like beasts, it's natural to treat them like beasts.”

“And isn't it just as natural for someone treated like a beast to act that way?”

Kory laughed. Clark blushed. His flushed cheeks made her want to keep him around, to see how he reacted to whatever she might do.

“You've put some thought into this. That's good, even if I don't wholly agree with you. Robin feels the same way as you, but I think it's mainly because he thinks that will make Batman proud of him. You've got it right, though. You care about being proud of yourself.”

“I suppose I should be trying. What do I have to be proud of now? I'm useless with no powers. You have to do all my fighting for me and all I can do in return is perv on you.”

“Perv on me?” Kory asked wonderingly.

Clark could've slapped himself. “It means to, ah, admire a woman's beauty.”

“I like being admired, Clark. But clearly you're not comfortable with that. Why is that so? Do you think I dislike being admired?”

“A lot of women I know would be… disturbed by being gawked at.”

“Why is that? Don't they like being seen as beautiful?”

Clark could’ve slapped himself to death. “They like being admired to a point, but not being stared at so much that a guy is getting off on it.”

“Getting off?” Kory asked. “Oh, then you're aroused?”

“No! Yes. I'm not trying to be. It just sort of happens. I don't want to be turned on, but it's hard to do anything about it when you're so… you.”

“Well, wouldn't the easiest thing to do about it be to simply have sex?”

With the heat growing in his cheeks at the moment, Clark felt sure the Boy of Steel would soon melt into slag. “No… I mean… we can't…”

“Why not?” Kory asked innocently. Even in his current flustered state, Clark was impressed by how she could be so sexual without being smutty.

“We just can't.”

“Oh.” Kory's face fell. “You're not interested in me.”

“That's not it.”

“Then you are attracted to me?”

“Of course, but…”

“And you want to have sex with me?”

“I do, it's just…”

“I'm attracted to you,” Kory said.

“You are?”

“I want to have sex with you,” she continued.

“Oh gosh,” Clark said, knowing there was nothing he could do now about how hard he was growing.

“You should've told me earlier. We've wasted much time not having sex, instead of having sex.”

She reached out and gave his groin a fond squeeze. Clark was utterly surprised by it. Not just the touch, but how lascivious it wasn’t—or was, but there was also this genuine sentiment to it. Like she wanted to arouse him, but also to show how much she liked him.

It seemed insane… he’d daydreamed about models, actresses, celebrities, but only as conquests… he didn’t imagine taking Jennifer Aniston out for a milkshake… here was a girl who was prettier than any of them, but she wasn’t simply a lay, she seemed as warm to him as Lana would be. Was that love? It seemed to be; at least a little bit. And much as he liked Lana, sometimes, love couldn’t be wrong…

“Don’t be embarrassed to stare at me, Clark. It feels good that you like to look at me. Why don’t you touch me too? Touch what you like to look at. I think that would feel good for me… as good to me as this feels to you…”

As she spoke, her fingers deftly worked his cock free from his trunks. She watched the lad’s face grow tense. Her skillful fingers slid easily up and down his length, trying not to outpace his arousal. Kory didn’t want to overwhelm him, only to ease him into the sweet feelings she knew awaited them both.

“X’Hal… your prick feels good, Clark. My breasts will feel good too—touch them, Clark.”

The Boy of Steel was too stunned by the rawness of her hand on his throbbing erection to do anything. But as he stared unthinkingly at her cleavage, the alchemy of his lust could not help but go to work. He looked down at her hand pumping on his endowment. The sight gave Clark an incredible rush of confidence. It was happening! This gorgeous woman was touching him! She wanted him to touch her back! With Kory giving him pleasure, how could he not return it to her?

Feeling drunk with the possibilities, Clark reached out to her costume and fumbled with the catches that held the various straps in place. It took an effort to marshal any thought to put into the operation, but he managed it. At last her generous breasts came fully out of their covering. He touched them like a man allowed to take hold of the Crown Jewels. As hot as she was, his hands felt hotter as he began to caress the round, sensitive femininity of her.

His whole being throbbed with feverish arousal. Kory moaned with the beginnings of her own wanton passion. Her fingers squeezed his cockhead, forcing even greater hardness out of his stiffened flesh. Clark had to fight not to come in her hand.

“Oooohhh… Claaaark… that feels so good, baby! You know, ever since the Vanishing Point… you were so gentle to me… and I wasn’t making it easy to be gentle… I’ve wondered if you could touch me as tenderly as you spoke to me. Enjoy me, Clark! I know I’m enjoying you!”

He felt her inch deeper into their contact. Her frank sexuality was more astonishing than anything he’d ever read or heard about. If someone told him something like this, he wouldn’t have let himself believe it. The truth of Starfire urging him on into each fulfilled temptation was shattering in its reality. He felt like he was living out a daydream, but it was truly happening.

This was his first experience with a woman… and Kory was stupendously woman. How lucky could he get? Clark could only hope to leave Kory counting herself half as fortunate…

His hands grew more determined in their exploration of her body. At her urging, Clark took her nipples and pinched them between his fingers.

“Harder, lover, I like it hard!”

Chills coursed through Clark’s spine as he put on the pressure, sure he would cause Kory pain, but he only made her moan more passionately than before. And her own hand grew more fervid, pleasurably traveling up and down his turgid erection as if she could not bear to forget a single detail of it: Kory had to memorize it, again and again, had to teach herself every inch of his cock!