Volume I: A Super Seduction
Chapter One
"Again. Do it again," he commanded.
He swung at her, harder this time, his granite fist streaking towards her face. His movement was lighting fast, so fast that even her hypersensitive vision barely registered the incoming blow.
By the time her blocking arm had swung halfway towards its intended target; his fist had already slammed against her temple. He pulled the punch, hit her as gently as he could – but physics cannot be denied. The girl, lithe and lean and half his size tumbled backwards and slammed into the brick wall behind her.
It hurt. A lot.
"Ouch!" she groaned.
He grinned, his chiseled features softening. "I barely hit you!"
She rubbed her face gingerly. There was a mark – actually several of them – on her delicate features, marring her tanned skin. The girl breathed heavily.
"It still hurt," she said.
"If you'd practice more and move faster and learn to block better, it wouldn't hurt!" he said, his voice deep and gravelly, yet patient.
"I can't do it, Superman!"
His expression turned grim. "You can. And you will. Now do it again."
Reluctantly, she approached him. He swung again – and again she was thrown backwards.
"You're just too fast, Superman!" she exclaimed, exasperated.
The man, clad in skin-tight bright red and blue, cape flowing behind, shook his head. "No – you're too slow, Supergirl. You can be faster than, as fast as I am, if you want. We're the same, you and I."
"You'll still be bigger and stronger, no matter how fast I am!" she said, pouting. She looked up at him, at his broad shoulders and thickly muscled chest, the harsh jutting jaw and fierce, pale blue eyes. He was the perfect specimen, part man and part machine, a work of living art.
He intimidated the most evil men that had ever lived, and he sure as Hell intimidated Supergirl. She was suddenly very glad they were friends.
"I just can't keep up with you, Superman!" she repeated.
He stepped closer to her, looking down into her soft brown eyes. "Supergirl, no villain is going to be less dangerous when you face him simply because you're a woman. You are going to have to learn all that I have to teach you. The alternative is death – not only for you, but for those we protect."
Supergirl nodded. "But how … how can I become as strong as you. As fast as you?"
Superman took her hand gently. "Superheroes don't all have the same strengths, the same powers. Do not try to do what I can do – instead, find your own secret talents, use whatever works for you. Uncover your own secret weapons."
All of a sudden, the look on her face changed. She stared off into the distance, and then furrowed her brow in concentration.
"What is it?" Superman asked.
She was silent for a long moment, and then looked up at her, her pretty smile stretching across her face. There was a bright twinkle in her eyes, a glimmer of mischievousness. She giggled softly, looking more like an innocent schoolgirl than a world famous superhero.
"I think I have an idea," she said.
And it turned out to be a very good idea indeed.
Chapter Two
Later that night, in her secret underground lair – secret even from the powerful eyes of Superman himself – Supergirl stood before a full-length mirror, studying herself.
Her blonde hair, thick and lustrous, fell in waves and curls, streaming over her narrow shoulders. The costume she wore revealed every curve on her slender frame, the flat firmness of her stomach, her thin hips and long, lithe legs.
Slowly, always watching herself, she began peeling the costume away, first dropping her mask to the floor, then sliding out of the skin-tight costume, revealing ever more flesh as she disrobed. Even in Supergirl garb her breasts seemed unusually large, full, and round; when finally stepped out of her costume, they fell free, dangling heavily on her chest, almost impossibly perky, each topped with a strawberry pink, swollen nipple. Running her fingers down the front of her body, she shivered with delight. Her legs, free of the knee-high boots, were firm, muscular, but slim. Between them was just the barest patch of pale blond hair, barely hiding her pink warmth.
She smiled to herself, a sly grin spreading across her innocent looking face. For a moment she looked just a like little girl with a delicious secret.
"I think I know how to beat him!" she whispered. "I really think I do!"
Chapter Three
"Oh, Clark …"
His eyes flew open, but he lay still.
"Clark …" the voice came again, a soft whisper from outside. Even with his preternaturally keen hearing, he could barely make out the quiet words.
Moving only his head, Superman looked to the right, towards the outside wall of his apartment. Someone was out there, on his balcony. 16 stories up, high above the concrete sidewalk and cold streets.
And that someone knew his real name!
With a barely perceptible effort, he opened his eyes wider and peered through the wall, using his x-ray vision.
It was a woman. A young girl, slim and blonde. Almost pixie-like, she was so small, but her brown eyes were gleaming, shining with … something. Power? Desire? He wasn't sure, but something was there, something that seemed almost … familiar.
The girl was completely nude. Her high, pert breasts swayed gently, and in the moonlight he could make out the shadowy outline of her nipples, and the dark place between her legs. Suddenly fascinated, he concentrated, staring there. She was smooth, almost hairless, so tender and young, barely more than a girl.
Yet still … somehow familiar.
Beneath the sheets, he felt himself stir, then begin to stiffen. In seconds his cock was throbbing, pulsing with desire. He was the man of steel … but still part man, after all. He wanted her fiercely, whoever she was.
The girl bit her lip, then giggled … and Superman sprinted towards the balcony, moving in a blur, almost shattering the glass.
But by the time he got there – the girl, the vision … was gone.
He looked around, perplexed. Glanced over the edge of the balcony, quietly relieved not to see a crumpled, nude body lying in the street below.
Shaking his head, still aroused by confused, he stumbled back to bed and fell quickly into a troubled sleep.
In the morning he was sure it was all a dream.
After all, even superheroes dream, and now and then those dreams can be naughty.
Chapter Four
But it wasn't a dream.
That night, back in her secret lair, Supergirl giggled softly as she lay on satin sheets, gently touching herself, seeking the sweet release of orgasm.
Even as she climaxed, even as she arched her back and moaned softly, the smile left her face.
It had worked – she was sure it had worked. He had seen her through the wall, wanted her, been aroused by her … and the arousal had slowed him down.
Just a bit.
But it was enough. She was sure it was enough.
Tomorrow she would find out. At that thought, she giggled again, sleepy now, as sleepy as the man of steel slumbering across town.
Chapter Five
She arrived at their training center early the next day to wait for him. A dab of rouge graced her cheeks, a splash of perfume on her neck, the faintest hint of color above her eyes. Makeup was not the sort of thing she'd normally wear, not into combat and certainly not while training and practicing.
But he'd told her to find her secret powers, to use what worked. She intended to do just that … and to find every advantage she could.
Today, she was going to bring the world's strongest man to his knees.
She hoped.
Beneath her costume, she wore nothing. Nothing at all. Every line of her body was visible, the swell of her breasts, the sharp points of her protruding nipples.
He would notice, she was sure … notice, and be weakened.
A sudden whoosh of air announced his presence as he landed in the courtyard outside.
"Hello, Supergirl!" he said in his commanding baritone.
She grinned like the spunky, unabashed teenager she was. "Hi there, Superman!"
"Are you ready to train?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!"
He smiled. "I'm glad to see you so eager this morning!"
She nodded. "I am definitely eager!"
"Shall we begin with a few drills then?"
She shook her head, grinning at him confidently. "No, Superman, not today. I think I'd rather just spar a few rounds, if you don't mind."
He raised one sculpted eyebrow at her. "Are you sure you're ready for that?" he asked.
"Let's find out!"
"What are the rules?"
"Simple," she said. "Your strength against mine. No flying, no laser beam eyes. Just our fists and feet, okay?"
