by Maren Smith
“Your Daddy is ready to do that, sweetheart. So ready. Stand up and turn around. Face the desk.”
Enchanted, he watched her obey, her lower lip between her teeth like an eighteen-year-old feeling the turbulence of real, irresistible sexual need for the first time, but her eyes narrow, themselves glowing, like those of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Just before Ultragirl turned around, she gave him a tiny smile that made Bob’s heart feel very light. He had that final view of her standing between his calves, her little breasts bouncing very slightly and her blonde-furred pussy seeming to promise a sweet, tender place for a daddy to take his dark, dominant pleasure. Then she turned, and presented her still-pink little bottom to his eyes, an equally enticing sight.
She took a little step forward, so that the fronts of her thighs almost touched the sleek black metal of Nightprince’s desk, and then she looked back over her shoulder at him. The smile had gone away, replaced with an apprehensive look that made his cock leap between his legs as he too, stood.
He stepped forward until his hardness nearly touched her little bottom, and he reached out with his right hand to stroke her back.
“Is it going to hurt, Daddy?” Ultragirl whispered.
“It will hurt a little bit at first, princess,” Bob answered gently. “But you can turn that off, can’t you?”
Her face clouded for a moment. “Yes,” she murmured. “But…”
She had something to say, he could see, and she didn’t know how to say it. Did the soft glow of her face turn a little pink as he watched her confusion?
“But what, princess? You can tell Daddy anything.” Bob accompanied the words with a soft caress just where her neck met her shoulders, with his right hand. His left hand reached out, almost of its own accord, to cup her very pink bottom—it almost seemed like she had made the glow there especially ruddy in order to emphasize the memory that she had just had a well-deserved spanking from her daddy. Susan shivered against his hands, and a little whine came from her throat. She bit her lip, and then she tried again.
“But what if… I mean, are you sure it… it shouldn’t hurt, Daddy?”
Bob felt his eyes open a little wider as he began to understand. Maybe he figured Ultragirl’s meaning out all the faster because of the constant closeness of the dark desires and urges that had made him Nightprince, or perhaps the instinct belonged to all dominant daddies.
He looked deeply into her blue eyes, and moved his right hand to hold her face still as he leant in to kiss her, the pressure of his hard cock against her back sending a tremor through her frame. Then he spoke, softly but in his deep, growling darkvoice.
“Turn around and bend over, Susan. Yes, it should hurt.”
His words made the Zaxian warrior give a cry of erotic need that seemed to blend power and submission in an impossible-to-describe alloy. Rather than wait for his beautiful girl to obey him, he used his hands to turn her face towards the desk and to bend her over it. She could have stopped him, now, of course, with the power he had given her through pleasure: hell, she could have thrown him through the wall and out into the air high above San Felipe. When he felt her bend, though, she gave back just enough tension in her muscles to tell him that He’Vopra’Mertuq of whatever-the-heck Zaxian hereditary regiment wanted to feel mastered by her superdaddy.
Susan stretched out her arms to grab the opposite edge of the black desk, and Bob saw her knuckles go white as she anticipated the alarming transformation Nightprince would now enforce upon Ultragirl, his lovely, naked little girl. Feeling the darkness surge through him, Bob thrust his big hand between her thighs and roughly fondled her clit, her pussy-lips, outside and then, with slightly gentler fingers, growing more urgent as he felt how wet he had gotten her, inside. He felt the delicious tightness of her virgin opening, and pressed his fingertips further up, against the place her would soon burst through, so that Susan gasped and gave a little cry.
“Do it… please… oh, Daddy… please…” Ultragirl moaned.
Chapter 11
How could it be, that Susan wanted it to hurt?
Nightprince’s probing fingers went away, and that made her sigh, forlornly, because every bit of her, from the furthest reaches of the galaxy to Plentiful Falls, Iowa, needed him there—as big as his cock had seemed when he had made her have it into her mouth, she needed it in the virgin place where his fingers had just taken her breath away.
That hadn’t hurt, either, really—just made her gasp, just felt like it lay on the edge of hurting, and any further pressure would definitely cause real pain.
You can turn it off, though. Daddy said you could turn it off.
Now Susan moaned, long and low, because Bob had put the head of his penis where it should go, where it must go, and pressed it in, until he had reached that same spot.
“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered, again. “Oh, please… please…”
She felt her face glow, and she let it glow, as she thought about saying the naughty word that a Zaxian warrior would never have hesitated to say, though in Zaxian it sounded like Kaq… funny how that last sound was the same harsh noise, almost… could she say it, though, could Susan Corday say it? She had said it before, but now, with her daddy’s cock—same hard sound at the end—down there, in her little pussy, could she still say the naughty thing?
“Please… fuck me… please fuck your little girl…” She whispered the words, and Bob stroked her back gently, and then he put his right hand on her shoulder and her left on his hip. He shifted his weight, and that made the hard thing in her virgin pussy press in a little, and it did hurt.
Susan gasped, but… she understood, suddenly, why she didn’t want to turn the pain off. Two reasons: one Zaxian and one human, and together such good ones that Susan tightened her grip on the opposite edge of the desk, and bit her lip, and waited for her daddy to take her virginity, and to make her a woman, and to start fucking her at last.
A Zaxian warrior woman turned off pain—or, rather, to be precise, she turned it way down—when she fought the enemies of Zax, because she fought better without that distraction. In peace, and above all in love, she welcomed the pain her body gave her. With this realization about her alien heritage, Susan also understood that a Zaxian woman’s vagina, identical in every other respect to that of a human woman, had more nerve endings, and stronger muscles, and a thicker hymen. The pain she would now undergo would exceed what an Earth girl had upon her defloration. Still, He’Vopra’Mertuq knew she need not fear the pain, for she would undergo it, and accept it, as her forebears across the galaxy had, when the time for their own Kaq had come.
A human girl of Iowa—at least one like Susan Corday—had some very different feelings about sex from those of the warrior women of Zax. To Susan of Iowa, it should hurt, the first time a girl had sex, because the man who took your virginity should be a man who disciplined you the old-fashioned way, when you needed it. When the time came for him to fuck you for the first time, well, it shouldn’t be a punishment… but maybe it should be a kind of lesson? A man—a superhero—like Nightprince should make a girl like Susan remember that from now on her pussy belonged to him, and he would enjoy it whenever he wanted and however he wanted.
Ultragirl’s face glowed still brighter as she got in closer—and much more embarrassing—touch with this idea. Then Bob gripped her tightly in his huge hands, and thrust his hips hard, and the welcome flash of pain took over for a moment. She cried out, and threw her head back, as the enormous cock ruptured her hymen and surged into her newly open pussy, filling her with the dark strength of Nightprince. He grunted with pleasure, so that even as Susan saw her knuckles whiten with the force of her grip on his desk, and she thought of how different she felt between her legs with the lewd openness of being fucked by a man for the first time, she also felt proud of herself for giving her daddy so much enjoyment.
“Oh, it hurts, Daddy,” she sobbed, though, for she wanted him to know of his power, and of her welcoming the pain because Nightpr
ince’s hardness had brought it upon her.
“Shh, princess,” he said. “It will feel good in just a little while. Just lie still for now while Daddy fucks.”
The words made her shudder with shame, and as the pain faded a little, with terrible need. Nightprince’s huge cock started to move inside her, withdrawing, and then thrusting in hard again. It still hurt, but… but it felt better because it hurt, and suddenly the Zaxian warrior inside her felt her power growing more quickly and more urgently than it had even when she had come under her daddy’s knowing hand.
She screamed, and squeezed the edge his desk more tightly, and then she opened her eyes at the groaning and cracking that had occurred under her grasping hands. Susan saw that she had bent the metal—titanium, she could feel with her molecular senses—and destroyed the hard plastic underneath. She felt her face get even hotter.
Nightprince, fucking hard and fast, laughed, and that made Susan laugh, too, and that seemed to take the pain away even more, and now it just felt too good down there to think about anything but keeping still for her fucking, because Daddy had said she must. Susan wanted to move, wanted to meet his thrusts, but she wanted to be Daddy’s good supergirl even more. She reached into her body to stop the little bit of bleeding that had happened when he had deflowered her pussy, and she moaned in pleasure, and she felt him enjoying himself inside his little girl.
Suddenly she wanted to hear his voice, and she wanted to make her first fucking even hotter, so she said, “Daddy? Are you—”
Susan moaned, breathless, as her Daddy slammed his hips into her slightly sore bottom-cheeks, his cock driving deep into her needy pussy. It felt so completely good that she almost obeyed the alien instinct to push back against him with all her strength. That would have sent him through the wall, probably, but even with her human strength the wayward rearward motion of her backside, in direct disobedience to his instruction to lie still for his fucking, made him grunt, and grip her more tightly.
Bob responded to her unfinished thought, and her body’s movement, in an entirely nonverbal manner that thrilled Susan in its evocation of the darkness at Nightprince’s core. He put both hands on her hips, and held her in place, then, and thrust over and over, holding her completely still for his pounding to cock to fill her pussy just as he pleased and without regard to her need to move against him. Her daddy seemed to challenge her to try using her super-strength to break free of his grip, and earn some consequence… another spanking, or a kind of fucking meant to teach a lesson… the imposition of his huge manhood in a smaller, tighter place… the little bottom it seemed Nightprince liked to keep so still and quiet while he thrust into her newly-open pussy.
“Are you…” she tried again.
“Am I what, princess?” Bob asked, his voice thick and stern as his cock came and went, using his supergirl’s body for his pleasure.
“Are you going to spank me… for… for the desk?” Susan managed to get out finally.
“Should I?” Bob asked, amusement coming through the arousal. He held himself in at full length, then, and he moved his hands to Susan’s shoulders. In a sinuous but powerful movement, holding her even more strongly under his muscular body than he had with his hands around her waist, he moved against her backside now. With small, slow thrusts, he worked his manhood back and forth, surging inside her pussy so that Susan felt completely owned, claimed, possessed.
It seemed to awaken something deep inside her there, and it drove her clit against the hard surface of the desk, so that He’Vopra’Mertuq suddenly felt a climax worthy of a Zaxian warrior woman coming upon her.
“Oh, gods…” she whispered. A Zaxian warrior would never say yes to a spanking, but… “You should…”
His strong hips pressed into Susan’s bottom, the place her daddy spanked her when she had misbehaved. He should do more than spank her there, though. A Zaxian woman gave her anus only to her true mate, and an Iowa girl only got it there when her dominant man decided he didn’t mind outraging common decency. Ultragirl needed to learn a very special kind of lesson, though, didn’t she?
“You should do… something else…” she gasped.
He fucked her slowly, then, and he started to move her, too, bringing her back towards him across the desk, her hands still clutching fragments of the titanium edge. Susan arched her back and for the first time it felt like she was riding her daddy as much as he was riding her. She cried out with the freedom, and the pleasure.
Then Bob said, “Like this,” and he moved his right hand downward across her back and he pressed his thumb between her hand-warmed cheeks just where Susan had decided a naughty supergirl needed a special lesson.
She screamed with pleasure, and an unexpected orgasm overwhelmed her. A molecular shockwave exploded out of her that she only softened at the last moment. Bob grunted, but held on tight, as the desk buckled even further. Susan had tilted forward with the crazy angle her powers had made, so that Nightprince, still fucking, and now pounding her again, thrust almost downward into her needy pussy like a pile-driver.
“Well, for that,” he grunted, “you definitely are going to get fucked in the ass.”
Susan cried out in shame and arousal, and she came yet again, the power at last reaching the peak of a Zaxian warrior’s reserves. She could go a day or so, now, using her powers fully, without fear of depleting her energy. That made her laugh, and glow, and come still another time, fully able now only to make the air around her daddy vibrate, in hope of pleasing him.
It must have done that, for Nightprince gave a shout, and she felt his cock pulsing inside her, shooting his seed deep into her pussy. It made her come a final time, and her DNA memory unexpectedly gave her a little trick to try: she squeezed inside, and it seemed to make her daddy’s cock go on throbbing, and her daddy’s voice go on grunting with pleasure, for a very long time.
Then her Zaxian heritage told her to do something else, and she giggled as she understood what it was she could feel, all the way down at the cellular level.
“What?” Bob asked as the tension finally began to leave his muscles, and his grip on Susan’s shoulder turned into a gentle rub over her upper back. “What’s so funny, princess?”
She felt her face go a little red, because what she was about to say wasn’t the kind of thing an Iowa girl should say, really, but she turned that blush off without even thinking about it.
“I can feel your zygotes, Daddy,” she said, giggling again, “their kind of tickly, the way they swim.”
That made Nightprince laugh, and he bent down to kiss her cheek. “I don’t know why, but I find that really arousing, Ultragirl,” he said. “Are you ready to give me your bottom?”
Susan’s eyes went wide. She felt satisfied, but the idea brought the need back on her, very strongly. She had just opened her mouth to say, “Yes, Daddy,” like a good girl, when something beeped urgently, deep in the wreckage of the destroyed desk.
“Whoops,” Bob said. “We have to go.”
Chapter 12
They got to the launch deck two minutes later, not looking too much like they had just been fucking. Nevertheless, Tigerwoman greeted Nightprince and Ultragirl with a piece of repartee that indicated she understood the situation perfectly.
“She a good girl yet?”
Bob could have sworn he actually saw the red come into Susan’s cheeks before she turned the capillaries off.
“Better than you, anyway, Sally,” he shot back.
He turned towards the ready electrojet, confident that Susan’s bantering skills wouldn’t be well enough developed yet to let her get in on the superhero talk, but Ultragirl’s sweet voice said, from behind him, “Lot better than I was, seeing I could blow your ass right off this deck, Tigerwoman.”
“Damn,” Sally said, as Bob turned back to look at his little supergirl with a broad smile on his face. Tigerwoman looked at him. “You gonna let her use that kind of language with me? Not gonna spank her right here?”
Bob laughed, a
nd looked into Susan’s bright eyes for a moment before he turned back to Sally. “She’ll get spanked again for something, soon enough, I’m pretty sure, but I’m not going to stop her from giving it back to you. She’s a hell of a lot more powerful than I am—let alone you, you overgrown housecat.”
Captain Wonder’s voice cut in, from Bob’s wrist. “Nightprince, Tigerwoman, and Ultragirl, rendezvous ASAP on my coordinates. Megadon is on his way to me as well. Steelhammer will join Swiftarrow at HQ and call in further backup as necessary. This may be The Big One.”
The Big One. The term—if you could even call it a term—didn’t have a specific meaning as much as a very general feeling associated with it. You might equally well call it Ragnarök if you had a Norse god around, or Apocalypse if some super on your squad had found solace in a more traditional version of God. CPE had Jane Larson at their head, and so they got The Big One. The “final” battle between the Council of Paranormal Entities and the League of Terror.
Captain Wonder did not cry wolf, Bob knew, much as he would have liked to believe her judgment faulty. Clearstream must have seen something in the depths, some gathering of LOT forces, that Jane saw as clear evidence that their enemies had decided to go all in with an attempt to lure CPE’s mightiest heroes to their destruction, and Captain Wonder had elected, in response, to go all in, turn the trap on its head, and eliminate LOT instead.
“Sally,” he said, “I want you in the copilot’s seat. Susan’s in back.”
Tigerwoman gave him an alarmed look, and then turned her eyes to Ultragirl. “You ready to go outside the jet?”
Bob saw a spark flash in Susan’s eyes, but his supergirl kept it in, and spoke seriously and respectfully. “I deserve that,” she said in a quiet voice. “But you have no idea what I can do, and I’d like the chance to show you.”
