Chapter Forty-Four: Stone of Power.
Harry stood over the top of Lana, and Harry needed to make sure he needed to bring her to a conscious state of mind, just enough where this would work. He stood over the top of Lana and stirred up the thoughts, the memories in the head of the woman who laid on the ground beneath him. A very labored sigh came over Lana's body when she shuddered on the ground.
"What was she talking about?" Harry asked. "She told you to hand over the stone. What did she refer to?"
Claire took in a deep breath and had pretty much no choice, other than to tell Harry about this. Jor-El warned Claire not to tell anyone of this particular question, because the more people who knew about the stones, the more disastrous consequences there could be. She noticed the look in Harry's eyes. Harry did not press on asking Claire again about the question. Harry's very look prompted Claire to share the information with him.
"There are three stones," Claire said. "There had been an incident this summer, where my birth father, he convinced me to collect these stones, saying humanity would suffer if I did not achieve my destiny and join these three stones together."
Fleur gasped in surprise, and Claire looked towards Fleur a moment later. The French woman's look of awe caught Claire completely off of guard. Gabrielle responded with a chuckle and waved a hand in front of Fleur's face. Fleur reached over and swatted her sister's hand away. Gabrielle adopted one of the most innocent, of innocent smiles and turned her attention back to Claire.
"While my sister does her best impression of a frog trying to catch flies, rest assure, we know what we're talking about," Gabrielle said.
Gabrielle cheerfully ignored her sister's look of obvious disgust. Fleur spent the next couple of minutes recovering. Sara, who still locked hands with Harry, looked very much torn between bemusement, and also a fair amount of frustration. She wondered what Harry would do.
"They were said to be a myth," Fleur said. "I guess though, in this day and age, there are more chances for myths to be true, than ever before."
"Yes, there are," Harry answered.
Harry lived, walked, breathed, and was more of a myth than anyone else ever in this world. The young man's smile increased and he could see the look of bemusement just dancing through Fleur's eyes. Harry managed to skim the surface of Lana's head, trying to get inside.
"So, what are you trying to do to her?" Claire asked.
Sara decided to answer, as it would be very unwise to pull Harry out at this point in time. Danger existed for both Harry and Lana at this present moment.
"He's trying to link up with Lana's mind, well rather Isabel's mind," Sara remarked a moment or so later. "We're going to piece together a time line of information, as to why she's motivated to do what she did. The exact moment where she had been prevented from achieving her goals, and how she had come to that particular moment, having been burned at the stake."
Claire nodded in response. Magic, she did not understand magic, to be perfectly honest. Claire kept her feet firmly on the ground, interesting enough, given she had extraordinary powers which showed how great Claire could be, and potentially should be. She smiled when watching Harry, following the young man's progress to Lana. Lana remained flat on the ground, no hint of life coming from her. It scared Claire, to be perfectly honest, to see Lana in such a very compromised state.
"I'm trying to wake her, but also keep her under at the same time."
Claire figured this made sense to Harry.
Harry thought this only barely made sense to him. The more Harry delved deeper into the recesses of his own mind, the more he realized acquiring the stones were almost important as acquiring the medallions. Several people died for their sins, because of the stones. Harry put the hand not hooked to Sara's on the top of Lana's head.
"No!" Lana screamed.
"Are you hurting her?" Claire asked.
"I'm trying not to," Harry said. "Memories can be very painful to us all."
Claire swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded. A memory flashed into the mind of the young farm girl, about coming across her father on the floor of the barn. His heart started before Claire could react and any attempts to get it restarted failed. Jor-El coldly stated it would serve as an example of why Claire needed to do what she did.
Memories hurt, and Claire understood this more than anyone else.
"Rest assure, he's trying to make it so Lana does not get harmed any more than necessary," Shado said. "The only way to be stronger is to face our demons and conquer them head on."
Claire saw plenty of wisdom in those words, even though she did not necessarily have to like it. Lana's few screams died off and then her body shivered.
"Come on, Lana, help me," Harry murmured. "I know you're fighting this, but I really need to speak to Isabel, so I can help both of you. Trust me, I know what I'm doing here."
The human mind, very delicate, very fragile, and borderline difficult to maneuver, Harry knew all about how one wrong move could shatter a mind. He lived for sixteen years with a restriction on Harry's mind. Had it not been for Lily's charm work, the Horcrux would have shredded Harry's mind. Harry held on tight to Sara, with the two of them moving.
The medallions lit up the room and caused the other members of the room to step back. Both of them slipped into a trance.
"They've entered Isabel's mindscape," Fleur said. "Or maybe Lana's….until the strands get untangled, it's very hard to tell….we need to make sure to be there when they come out. They might….be hostile."
"Define hostile," Claire said.
Gabrielle put a hand on the other girl's shoulder. "Don't worry, Clara, we won't let any harm to come to anyone. I just hope Isabel doesn't wake up first in Lana's mind."
Both sisters had fireballs at their fingertips ready to attack, should anything happen. They crossed their fingers, but the best-laid plans of mice and men often turned around for the worse.
Thea spent the last day or two thinking about what Laurel told her. Laurel had a couple of very valid points, and like any teenager, Thea practiced having a lot of stubbornness. She stepped across the street into Starling City. Normally, Thea would be with her friends, but today, Thea put a lot of distance between herself and the crowd.
A lot of them shed tears about Rochelle and turned around to do the same things which lead to her death. Thea wondered if they even knew it could have been any of them thrown out on the operating table, at the tender mercies of Pyg, or Lazio Valentin as his real name was.
Thea took a deep breath and stepped into the gym. She thought the best way to deal with problems was to find an outlet or at least something punch. She came into the gym and saw a woman dressed in tight black pants and a sports bra. A jacket hung from a chair and the woman pounded away at a bag. Thea appreciated the view of the woman dressed in tight black pants.
The woman turned around and Thea realized she came face to face with Laurel.
"Hey, Laurel, I didn't….."
"Thea, fancy meeting you here," Laurel said. "I come here every morning before work, and an hour after work as well. After filing all of the paperwork I have to file, I think you can agree I would have to come here and punch something."
Laurel didn't tell Thea about the other way she let out aggression. Dressing as the Black Canary, and taking out low-level gangs, the rush felt good. Laurel didn't have too many challenges, unfortunately, no real masters, but it kept her very busy.
"Yeah, I can see why you would want to do that," Thea said.
Thea's lips curled into a very prominent smile when looking across at Laurel. A couple of seconds passed with two of the girls looking at each other. Laurel reached in and grabbed Thea by the hand.
"I see you're here, and I want to know if you're up for a little spar?" Laurel asked. "Liv told me you were taking self-defense classes, on top of your archery lessons."
"Well, I….well I dropped those about a year ago," Thea said. "I thought they were getting in the way of my leisure time."
One shared look between both women showed Thea Laurel knew exactly what leisure time meant for Thea. To Laurel's credit, she did not lecture Thea, and for this point, Thea found herself extremely grateful. The older woman looked at the sixteen-year-old girl in front of her.
"You know, I'm sure you must have learned something that stuck with you," Laurel said. "They say fighting is like riding a bike. You never forget."
Thea did recall some of the lessons. She thought a good old knee where it counted would work a lot when some boy got fresh with her. She didn't have much time for the little boys, she needed a real man, someone who could take her in hand, and give Thea what she needed.
"Maybe, I don't," Thea said. "But, you're amazing, you look like you could really kick my ass. You could own my ass if you wanted to."
The younger Queen sister flushed when she realized the implications. To be honest, she might have had a little crush on Laurel, and Sara as well. Both of the Lance sisters were beautiful, and some of Thea's early masturbation fantasies starred one or both of the sisters teaching her how to a woman.
"You don't know until we try," Laurel said. "Let's hit the mats, and you can try and get the better of me."
Thea had a feeling she would be dominated and not in a good way. She slipped her jacket off, revealing a sports bra and a pair of pants. She wasn't as toned as Laurel, but not bad all things considered.
"Ready?"
Laurel waited for Thea to attack first. Thea sent a left hook punch which Laurel blocked, grabbing Thea by the arm and flipping her to the ground. Thea landed with a huge thud and kicked herself back off to the ground. She came eye to eye with Laurel, who stood across from her, looking on with a knowing smile.
"Not bad for the first attempt," Laurel said.
"Really?" Thea asked.
"Okay, there's room for improvement."
Thea attacked Laurel one more time. She had been tangled up in a sweeping takedown. Laurel pushed her forearm down onto the back of her head.
"Fun fact," Laurel said. "There are about five different ways you can kill a person from this position, and eight which you can disable them."
"How the hell do you know that?" Thea asked.
"I have a pretty good teacher," Laurel said. "Ready to go again?"
Thea bit down on her lip and nodded. Oh yes, you better believe she was ready to go again. She looked Laurel dead on in the eye and rushed towards her. Laurel blocked Thea's incoming punch and turned it around on her. Thea flipped out of Laurel's grasp.
She did not land as gingerly as thought. Laurel grabbed Thea by the legs and swept her down onto the ground. She straddled Thea's hips when pinning the younger girl on the ground. Thea looked flustered, a little more of this position, and Laurel looked like she would be scissoring Thea. Thea's heart beat even faster with Laurel pushing her up against the ground.
"This is not, what I had in a mind," Thea said.
"But, you're learning a lot."
"Yes, I'm learning how out of shape I am," Thea said. "Which has something to do with my recreational activities, doesn't it?"
"You're not the worst I've seen," Laurel said.
Day after day, Laurel saw many messed up kids, and it affected her. One of the reasons why she adopted the Black Canary persona, to help clean up the street. Seeing Thea as frustrated as she had been, really did strike a cord.
"I can help you," Laurel said. "And maybe, she can help you. She pulled me out of a dark place, but be warned, she's ruthless."
Laurel still winced at the first lesson against the fabled Lady Shiva. Shiva threw her into the deep end straight away, where there were sharks, for Laurel to either sink or swim. She managed to learn even more from Shiva.
"I need someone to teach me," Thea said. "I need something else to focus on."
"I can do help you," Laurel said. "I can get you a job, working as an assistant for me. It doesn't pay much, but….it will keep you out of trouble."
"Yes, of course," Thea said.
Thea suddenly realizes she had been pinned underneath Laurel for this entire conversation. Her nipples also hardened, and she wondered whether or not Laurel knew this. Almost on cue, Laurel reached over and accidentally on purpose slipped a hand on the underside of the teenager's firm breast. Laurel pulled up and allowed Thea to pull herself up, rather shaky.
Laurel moved over to the bench and bent over in front of Thea's line of sight to get a drink of water.
"You just need to replace one addiction with another," Laurel said. "Training can be very liberating and can get you a high like no drug in this city can. And you won't end up dead or worse."
Nodding, Thea looked at Laurel. She could tell that Laurel had some pretty good points, and to be honest, Thea found herself agreeing on a lot with these points. The last few days had been a real wakeup call for Thea, and she hoped to do something.
"Yes, although there are a few aches and pains," Thea said.
"They can inspire you," Laurel responded.
She looked at Thea with a bright smile, considering a few other things. She had a very wicked idea of how to replace one of Thea's addictions, with something else, far more addicting, but far less lethal. It would take some maneuvering to get ready, and she would need to slow work Thea up.
'My sister isn't the only one who can recruit for her master,' Laurel thought, surprising herself on how she referred to Harry.
Must have been some kind of side effect from the medallion, at least that's what Laurel believed to be perfectly honest. She could have been very wrong though.
Harry and Sara took the first anxious steps into Isobel's very troubled memories. The two of them stepped into the midst of her memories. They moved to a church, where the witch walked side by side, with three guards, who looked like they belonged in the employ of HIVE. Sara and Harry locked hands and followed the progress of the witch.
A very severe looking woman with brown hair stepped into the picture and followed the progress of the woman who had been grabbed. She moved closer towards the stake. Bands strapped to the wrist of a woman when they marched her forward.
"You betrayed me," she whispered.
The woman, the Countess, by the looks of things, only responded with a cold look directed towards the witch. The witch responded with a fiery look, try as she might to set the other woman ablaze with her very thoughts. It had been very difficult to do so.
"You're the one who betrayed us, by committing the sin of witchcraft," the Countess said. "You have caused them to disappear, these stones were sent as a gift, and instead, you corrupted them. Where are they?"
Isobel responded with a very nasty smile directed to someone she trusted, obviously.
"The White Canary will come and save me, she won't let me down," the woman whispered.
"The White Canary does not consider herself with a lowly witch like yourself," the Countess said. "All will be forgiven in the hands of the Lord if you tell us which stone."
"Which lord are you referring to?" the woman asked. "For all of your religious double talk, there is only one lord you follow. You are nothing, but a high profile drone, imprisoned by him. Your mind has been poisoned by the White Bumblebee. I can even see it, within your lying eyes."
The guards moved over and tied Isobel to the stake. She never once moved, instead of keeping the small defiance up.
"Child, you must recant."
Sara and Harry looked over and saw the very familiar face of the same Deacon who resided on the AMAZO. He stood in the distance, looking at them. A smile crossed his face.
"The Dragon has merely been the creation of Lucifer himself," Deacon Blackfire said. "All who follow him and his harlots will be cast into the eternal pits of damnation."
"Oh, one of us will burn," Isobel said. "You, Countess, will burn. The White Bumblebee will burn, and you, Deacon Joseph Blackfire, you will burn."
Joseph Blackfire, how and why, Harry really wanted to know the answer to this question. The more he watched this scene play out, the more unsettling questions Harry had. Sara looked exactly unsettled as all.
"I have been protected by a force far greater than your lowly comprehension," Blackfire said a few seconds later. "The Dragon will not save you in time."
Blackfire cut his hand and dripped the blood on the head of Isobel. She screamed it in agonizing pain, and the Deacon just smiled.
"She is beyond redemption," Blackfire said. "You see how she recoils because of the power of my blood. You can see how it's done, how she burns. And now she will burn."
"This is your last chance."
Isobel started muttering underneath her breath. Sara and Harry watched the woman and Sara looked at Harry, with a raised eyebrow. Harry muttered something underneath his breath, obviously translating the words she had been speaking as quickly as possible.
"She said she would return, and she would not rest until she murdered the Countess, Blackfire, and the White Bumblebee for what they did," Harry said. "She's cursed them with eternal resurrection, living the same life over and over again, until the time where she could finally be at peace."
The fire appeared at the bottom of the stake. A true witch or wizard could escape this brutal fate through the usage of a Flame Freezing charm. The magic suppression cuffs on Isobel prevented her from doing so. Isobel's screaming echoed when the flames rose up and consumed her flesh, burning it.
"YOU ALL WILL SUFFER IF IT TAKES ME A THOUSAND LIFETIMES!" Isobel shrieked before the flames consumed her.
A glow of light appeared and for a few seconds, Blackfire looked over to Sara and Harry, with a knowing smile. It could not be, this was merely a memory, a very vivid one, but a memory. Harry and Sara felt the intense heat going through when Isobel's remains reduced to charred ash.
Sara and Harry landed on the floor, dripping in sweat. Lana's eyes opened up and a very intense discharge of magical energy flowed through her body.
"GET BEHIND SOMETHING!" Harry yelled.
Harry raised his hands and shielded the energy. He prevented Lana from blowing up the Kent House, along with everything inside. The discharge of magical energy hit Harry completely on and burned all of the flesh off of his bones.
Agony beyond all belief spread through Harry's body, when Lana burned a large hole in the carpet and faded into a cloud of dust.
"Harry!" Sara yelled.
Watching Harry burn down to the bone before her very eyes, well it freaked Sara back. Harry had been reduced to essentially a living skeleton, with several ruptured organs.
The magic of the amulet fixed the bones, repaired the organs, and grew the skin back. Harry took a step back, and Fleur and Gabrielle quickly moved over. They used their allure to help super-charge the medallion, and bring Harry back to a standing position.
"Did Lana…just…explode?" Claire asked.
Claire didn't think she could take that much more of this. Harry reached over and cupped Claire's hand, in an attempt to bring levity to the poor girl.
"She's not dead," Harry said. "Trust me, she's not dead."
Harry would have known whether or not Lana was dead.
"Why aren't you dead?" Claire asked.
"I'm on good terms with Death," Harry answered, and without another word, he walked out.
Sara tried to bring herself to argue Harry shouldn't really go out there, to search for Lana, Isobel, whoever, after having all of the flesh burned off of his body, and then having it re-healed. She figured it would have been a losing battle for her, unfortunately.
"Best I can figure," Fleur said. "The memory you forced Isobel to relieve was very extreme and caused her to have a dangerous reaction."
Given how the memory ended with Isobel burning at the stake, Sara guessed Fleur might be on to something. She remembered each instance of the memory, with a painstaking degree. A hideous part, other than watching the woman burn to death, was Blackfire.
What the hell was that man if he could interact with them in a memory?
Liv took a few seconds to just bask in a job well done. Gwen and Rose sat around the table and waited for Waller to come in and greet them. Mia stepped into the room first.
"So, are you going to meet your sister?" Liv asked.
"Oh, yeah, Harry talked to you about that," Mia said. "Yeah, I better. She's all grown up from the last time I saw her, she kissed Harry."
"Don't you want to?" Liv asked.
"No."
Mia's reaction had been so vehement and firm, Liv knew better than to pick this hill to die on.
"Objectively speaking, he's attractive, but I can't feel any sexual arousal," Mia said. "Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"No," Gwen said. "Just some people...I don't know."
Gwen was about ready to say that maybe some people couldn't feel any love, but that was tactless. She only heard bits and pieces of Mia's live, mostly from Rose, who brought it up, while swearing Gwen to secrecy. The poor girl had been very messed up, for obvious reasons.
"I bet Liv would if she gets a chance, "Gwen teased.
"Maybe, maybe not," Liv said.
Liv really didn't know, she mostly slept with women, to be honest. Harry did seem to be the exception to many rules, for many women. Liv tried not to worry about her sex life, at least not right now. Maybe later, when she got her head on straight, and more importantly reunited with her sister, her mother, and her friends, more properly.
The door opened up, and Rose, Gwen, Liv, and Mia turned to Waller.
"The mission didn't go as perfect as I planned, but we've shut down a very profitable channel of drug distribution which funded terrorists," Waller told the girls a moment or so later. "And, Ms. Queen..."
"Yes," Liv said.
"You're free to go," Waller said.
"Are you serious?" Liv asked. "I can go for real."
"You've paid your debt," Waller said. "I would like to offer you a full job as an agent of ARGUS, with all of the benefits, and not just paying off the debts. But that could wait until later if you wish to go home."
Liv had been on the fence about going on, but Thea snapped Liv back into reality. Some of Thea's habits reminded Liv of the dangerous road she went down as a teenager. Olivia Queen needed to return, be a better person, and be a better influence for her sister.
Sara mentioned she wanted to talk to Liv about something before she returned home, and the two of them could go and face the music together. Liv's first trip would be to Smallville, and it had been a long time since she had been there. Beautiful place, a simpler time, well other than the meteor mutants there and the Luthors, but you couldn't be that perfect.
Then it would be back to Starling City.
"All of you are free to go," Waller said. "I just hope you don't stay in trouble."
When Waller was out of earshot, Gwen learned towards Mia.
"So, do you think Harry has something on her?" Gwen asked.
"I don't know," Mia said. "But...I guess all of us are going to leave."
Mia had been on a ship for the past twelve years, and in ARGUS for slightly around a year or so. To be honest, freedom terrified Mia, but she had to face the past eventually. And one of the things Mia had to face, was her sister and mother.
Liv moved over to take care of the few belongings which ended up in ARGUS custody. She turned around and saw Holly and Nym make their way around the corner.
"So, I heard the good news," Nym said. "Waller's finally letting you off your chain."
"Yeah, I'm surprised as you are," Liv said. "So, how did your mission go?"
"We defeated the bad guys, kicked some ass," Holly said. "How about we have a drink? You know to celebrate us kicking ass all around, and you get let out. Even though I won't miss babysitting you."
"Hey, I did find on that last mission all without you," Liv responded.
Holly just gave one of those very knowing smiles, as if she humored the poor girl. Liv dropped her hands onto her hips and looked Holly and Nym straight in the eye.
"You've come a lot way," Nym said. "I guess this worked out for you in the end. Hell, ARGUS does a pretty good job of smoothing out the edges in a lot of us."
Nym gave Holly one of those obvious side long looks. Holly just responded by folding her arms and gave Nym the very obvious side long look. She turned back to Liv.
"So, what do you say?" Holly asked. "You can't argue about just having one drink."
"Just one drink," Liv said. "And then I have to head back home."
What could go wrong after just one drink? Liv didn't really think of anything very wrong. She just looked forward to returning properly back into Starling City. There had been some problems, with Pyg and Toad off of the street, things had gotten a lot better. Thankfully, at least she was certain, there would be a potential power vacuum opening for them. The few seconds passed, and Liv slung her bag over her shoulder.
"I'm buying," Holly said. "And you can pay me back if we ever show up in Starling City."
"Why do I have a feeling I'll live to regret agreeing to that deal?" Liv asked.
Isobel escaped the hideous memories which taunted her throughout all time. The woman took a deep breath and allowed it to come out of her body. She needed to turn things around, make them right because something was wrong. Isobel focused on the connection with the spellbook, to bring it back to life.
' I've found it.'
The witch's lips curled into a smile and she looked at the house right across the street from the Kent Farm Residence. Oh, and to think, it was right in front of her nose this entire time. Isobel grinned in response and made her way through the entrance.
The lights turned off, and Isobel closed her eyes. The book lit up on the table, and Isobel stepped over towards the book. Her excitement reached a fever pitch the close she approached the book. Anxiety hit the woman, and she bubbled with enjoyment. Soon, rather than later, Isobel would put her fingertips on this book, and have it in her hand. She was so close, Isobel could feel it, she could taste it, and she would have it, right about now.
"Come to me."
Isobel touched the book and the second she put hands on it, a discharge of energy fired the witch back. She crashed down onto the ground, having the wind taken out of her. Isobel rolled over and took a deep breath when looking over at the book.
A flare of light appeared, and almost blinded the witch. Isobel blasted the figure in the shadows. The figure moved around and caught Isobel, clipping her up against the jaw with the spell attack. The assault dropped Isobel down to one knee.
"Remember me?" Hailey asked.
"Yes, unfortunately," Isobel said. "Stay still so I can put you down…."
A blur of light came from behind and tackled Isobel from behind. She flipped onto the ground and landed. Two glowing knives appeared in her hand and shot forward. Kara caught the knives before they collected and crushed them into dust.
"You want to try that again?" Kara asked.
A flash of light, and once again Isobel stepped back. She noticed the Dragon approaching her, with a glow coming from the medallion.
"This might sting a little bit."
Harry moved behind Lana, pulling up the shirt, and finding the runic symbol on her back. It looked to be the symbol of possession, with Harry pushing his fingers into the small of her back.
A bright light erupted, and Lana's body divided into two versions. One of them contained Lana, who blacked out. Kara caught her before she hit the ground. The other body contained Isobel.
The medallion stopped glowing, and Harry leaned in, to grab Isobel's shoulders.
"Just relax," Harry said. "I'm here….you need to understand what happened, come to terms with your memories."
Isobel shuddered in response, slowly submerging into these memories. Their minds merged together, and Isobel recalled the moment. The White Canary, the Dragon, and the rest of them did not abandon her, they had been busy fighting the White Bumblebee and his forces. Anger spread through the witch's mind and body.
"He will die," she breathed.
"In time," Harry said.
"They will all suffer," Isobel said.
She had been given physical form, born in a body magically copied cell by cell from the vessel she had, but it was her own. Isobel's shock increased, as she wondered what would happen next.
"You need some rest."
A sleeping spell hit, and the witch passed out. Claire turned up, and she looked at Lana, who had been placed on the couch.
"I'll explain it to you later," Harry said.
"Fair enough."
Chapter Forty-Five: Interdimensional Connections.
Harry stood on the outside, leaning against the fence of the Kent Residence. Both Isobel and Lana slept in the room after Harry divided him. He ran scans and both of their bodies had been whole, complete, whatever you want to say. As for Harry, he stood in the tree and enjoyed the warm air coming through Smallville. The smell, the feeling of the air just really made Harry feel really good, beyond good in fact.
He heard someone pop up behind, and he turned around. Claire and Kara made their way out of the Kent Residence.
"I called my mother, and she's on her way home now," Claire said. "She's interested in meeting you, both of you in fact."
"I'll be happy to talk to her," Harry said. "I actually wanted to talk to her about a couple of things."
Claire wondered what Harry wanted to talk to her mother about. She looked over and could hear the very familiar sound of her mother's car motor. She would have been here within the next two or three minutes, or so. Claire turned to Kara.
"She won't be upset if I'm here," Kara said. "I swear, I don't have anything to do with anything Jor-El has been doing. I had been sent here separately, by my mother, to try and keep an eye on things. Unfortunately, we got separated along the way."
Claire saw the despondent look in Kara's voice and the tone of her voice. She leaned in and put a gentle hand on Kara's shoulder. Both girls came eye to eye with each other in height.
"I've turned out okay," Claire said.
"Jor-El won't be very pleased with the fact I'm here though," Kara said. "Your father and mine, they both had their share of disagreements in the past."
"Good," Claire said.
An older, but still very nice looking, car pulled up. The car skidded to the stop and Harry followed the progress of an attractive redhead woman who stepped out of the side door of the car. She carried a bag, which Claire moved over to quickly help the woman hold up the bags.
"Ma, how was your trip?" Claire asked.
"Not as exciting as I would think," Martha said. "So, what happened with you? Everything went okay when you were left alone in Smallville?"
Claire looked her mother in the eye for a long moment. She gave a searching look, which all mothers learned and perfected. "Well, no more trouble than I usually get into."
The frown appearing on Martha's face caused Claire to respond with a very nervous smile. She turned her attention to the taller blonde, who hovered in the background.
"This is Kara, my cousin, she's….well she was detained for a very long time," Claire said.
Kara moved closer towards Martha and moved over to shake the woman's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kent, I'm glad you and your husband took Clara in. I only wish I had been able to thank your husband in person."
Seconds passed, and Martha did not know what to do. Dealing with Claire's relatives, they had been an unfortunately mixed back in the past. This girl, well Martha trusted her instincts, for this time. She looked to be on the level. She looked at the girl and sensed no deception. Martha lived in Smallville for long enough to understand when someone was being deceptive and someone was not.
"I just did what any decent person would have done to a poor child who lost their home," Martha said.
"Unfortunately, people like you are hard to come by," Harry said. "But, I'm glad to finally meet you. My name is Harry Potter."
Martha's eyes locked straight onto Harry's and for a second, she thought she experienced deja-vu. The name "Harry" made Martha react for a few seconds, and she recovered quickly. It had to be a coincidence, and Martha just brushed it to the side.
"I'm the one who found Kara, and reunited her with her cousin," Harry responded.
Martha finally snapped out, realizing how impolite she would have seen. "Sorry, it's just that, Potter was the married name of a cousin of mine, Lily Evans, but she hasn't used that name for a long time. Even though her twin daughters still use the name."
"Amanda and Emily Potter," Harry said. "More than a few people told me my eyes are just like there's."
"It's because they are exactly like theirs, and their's as well, Lily's, I mean, my cousin," Martha said. "I would like you to meet her, but, it's hard to get ahold of her when she's out on assignment. I do have the contact information of her twin daughters if you really want to talk to them."
"I would," Harry said.
Martha turned around, and lead Kara, Claire, and Harry into the Kent Farm House. She turned on the lights. Claire looked at Harry, with a slightly grateful smile. Harry repaired the minimal damage Lana caused to the carpet and the walls, well technically Isobel called, but Claire decided not to beat her head around that particular amount of frustration.
"I can make some sandwiches, and get something to drink….."
Martha looked on in surprise, already the sandwiches and juice had been fixed, along with some crackers off to the plate on the side. Harry just smiled.
"Sit down," Harry invited her, patting down on the chair. "You should sit down because you've had a long trip."
He acted just like Lily as well, refusing to allow Martha to do anything, always having the work done. Martha had a few theories regarding Harry, but naturally, she did not want to be the person who would want to spark some unwarranted speculation. Until Martha had all of the facts, and nothing other than those facts, she implored herself to keep a silent tongue.
"Thank you," Martha said. "So, how did you come to Smallville?"
"I've taken a very long journey," Harry said. "Would you believe I'm not from around here?"
"Given some of what I've seen in Smallville, and elsewhere, yes, I believe it," Martha said. "When your daughter….."
"When your daughter falls out of the sky, you're prepared for mostly anything," Harry replied. He looked across the table just in time to see Martha's smile. "Yes, I know about…well, I know about a lot. And what I don't know about, I'll learn about sooner rather than later."
Martha took a drink, come to think of it, she felt good. Things had been very hectic. Claire finally received a stable influence to her heritage, and Martha smiled because of this fact. Perhaps things were turning around for the better of them.
"So, if you want to talk to the twins….."
"If they want to talk to me, I'll spend the time talking to them," Harry said.
'Any problems?' Harry asked Sara through the bond link a couple of moments later.
'Both of them are still asleep,' Sara thought. 'I'll let you know the moment there are any problems.'
Martha copied down the contact information of Amanda and Emily Potter on the paper. Harry had a hunch of how he could get to talk to both of those girls. If he was wrong, well Harry guessed he would be wrong. Harry very much doubted any wrongness in this fact.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," Harry said.
'So, what do you think?' Sara asked Harry.
'I'll talk to them, see if I can find out anything,' Harry thought. 'I found Martha's reaction when she learned my name to be quite curious, to be honest. We'll find out whether or not I'm right or not, soon enough.'
Harry guessed there would be some very interesting meetings coming up soon. His mind processed about a dozen different thoughts at once, at the bare minimum and at rest. Harry needed to do so, the mental processing needed to manage what he did to manage, extreme.
Emily Potter thought she and her twin sister Amanda worked out a pretty good deal. Amanda handled the creative end of the operations at Horizon, and Emily planned the public relations, working with the press and dealing with that particular end. Amanda, by her own admission, did not really mix well with others. Emily helped run the company by dealing with the press and holding their press conferences. Amanda's zeal pointed more towards the creative end of things, not that Emily was any slouch in this particular department. She just allowed Mandy to do what she did.
"So, how is it coming along?"
The key difference between the two twins would be Emily was taller and had shorter hair. Amanda boasted of a slightly larger chest though, not either twin had any embarrassment in that particular department. The two twins exchanged a pair of smiles with each other, nervously.
"It's coming along about as far as you can expect," Amanda replied, smiling in response. "There will be enough energy to power a small town if we can get the solar arrays in line. Unfortunately, we're looking at a few snags, and the less the government knows about this project, the better."
Emily responded with a nod. She leaned towards more of a diplomatic dealing with the government than Amanda. Still, Emily knew good technology could be weaponized for some really bad purposes if they were not careful. The dangers of creating this technology became very obvious to both of the girls and they needed to exercise great responsibility, with the great power they had been given.
"Yes, I agree," Emily said. "I trust you and your team will have a demonstration ready for our investors."
"It's ahead of schedule for once," Amanda said. "We have both a prototype and a simulation to get ready. Hopefully, we can roll out a better model by the next of this year, or the beginning of the next year. At least, that's my plan to do so."
Both twins nodded, they wanted Horizon to be more than a communications corporation. They wanted to fix the problems of the world one at a time. They prepared for the fallout of this project, and how controversial it would be. The clean energy project came down.
"And how about our partnership with the Central City branch of STAR Labs?" Amanda asked.
"I'm very confident we can get something done on that front," Emily replied. "I believe Wells and his Particle Accelerator project will be the wave of the future. I'm confident at the very least. There are some concerns, about safety, but I'm pretty sure we can work together."
"Wells doesn't really go in for partnerships that much though, at least I've heard," Amanda said.
"Well, we're going to make our sale's pitch to him, and hope for the best."
"Ms. Potter, Ms. Potter?"
A woman stepped out of the office. Attractive, dressed in a nice button up blouse, skirt, and stockings, along with high heels, the brunette wore a pair of glasses which came down on the bridge of her nose.
"Yes, Lindsey," Amanda said.
"A Harry Potter is on the phone, and he wants to speak with both of you," Lindsey said. "Should I tell him you're in a meeting?"
Amanda thought about it for a couple of minutes. They must have gotten a prank call every other week, about someone claiming to be one of their relatives.
"Harry?" Emily asked. "Wasn't that….."
"Shh," Amanda whispered. "I'll talk to him….."
"Maybe, I should be the one to talk to him," Emily said. "I'm the one who always fields these calls."
"Yes, but you're also more gullible than I am," Amanda said. "I'm able to smell bullshit from a mile away, and I'll figure out of this guy is the real deal or just another pretender who is blowing smoke out of his ass, because it's the fashionable thing to do."
Amanda knew what the name Harry Potter meant, especially to their mother, and why old wounds should not need to be dug up. The woman took the phone from her assistant.
"Hello, this is Amanda Potter, how many I be of service?" Amanda asked in one of the most professional tones she had ever spoken in.
"My name is Harry Potter," Harry replied.
"Yes, so our personal assistant said," Amanda said in a very calm voice. "So, do you think you're our long lost brother or something, back from the dead?"
"No, I'm actually from an alternate dimension."
That revelation caused Amanda's mouth to snap shut. She had to admit, points for originality, she never heard that one, and it was actually more believable than a lot of the bullshit she heard from people trying to use the Potter name to get in close. Amanda drew in a very deep breath and kept as calm as possible.
"So, you're from an alternate dimension," Amanda said. "Not surprising, to be honest. There are infinite universes out of there, so you could be from an alternate dimension."
"I've met Lana, Claire, and Martha, and they told me my eyes look exactly like your mothers, and yours," Harry said. "I'm sending you an image of myself right now."
Amanda looked behind her and noticed a three-dimensional holographic image of a young man with vivid green eyes, the same vivid green eyes which had been a trademark of the Evans family bloodline. Amanda's mouth hung open, in very obvious shock. She could not bring herself to understand what had been going on now, only just gawking at the young man.
"If you don't mind, the spell is hard to project," Harry said, speaking through the holographic image.
"No fucking way, that's advanced magic," Amanda said. "Emmy, you got to take a look at this."
Emily stepped into the office and came across the young man in the office. She looked across the room, into some kind of twisted mirror. Those green eyes resembled the ones that Emily, Amanda, and Lily all had. Emily's fingers clutched the side of her waist.
"He looks real," Emily breathed.
Amanda held the phone steadily, very careful not to drop it. The young woman's heart beat continued when clutching the phone directly to her shoulder, once again, trying not to drop it on the ground. It became harder, and harder not to let the phone fall to the ground.
"Does the Dragon mean anything to you?"
Amanda and Emily looked at Harry from the other side.
"We're taking the first plane out to…where are you…..?" Emily asked.
"Smallville," Harry said.
"Yes, we'll be out there, soon," Amanda said. She turned to the personal assistant, who stood politely outside the office. "Lindsey, reschedule all of our meetings for next week. We're going to head out to Smallville, and we'll be out there tomorrow."
"And I'm sure our mother would want to meet you," Emily said. "But, she's currently on assignment…don't really know what it is, but she'll be back as soon as possible."
"Good, I'll be happy to meet you."
The holographic image reached out and touched both of the twins on the shoulder. They could feel a very powerful magic jolt, despite being halfway across the country, on the West Coast. It almost was like Harry stood there in the office, talking to him.
Then he was gone.
"Well, our lives have gotten a lot more interesting," Amanda said. "Call me crazy, but I believe he's our dead brother, from another universe."
Lana shook herself awake a few seconds later. She looked over and saw the mirror image of herself sleeping on the couch. Lana realized someone moved her over to a cot when she passed out. Every single moment after the minute she met Harry in France, it all became a very obvious blur.
"I think we need to have a decision."
A blonde woman broke Lana out of her thoughts. She frowned, the woman looked very familiar, and Lana tried to figure out where she remembered the woman from. These thoughts crept deep into the back of Lana's mind, penetrating the surface of her mind.
"You were...I saw a picture of you when I was in France."
"My name is…Sara Lance," Sara said.
"Wait, you were the girl who went down on the Queen's Gambit a couple of years ago, along with Olivia Queen?" Lana asked. "I thought they said you were dead."
"Well, I got better," Sara said. "It's a long story, just like this entire mess. Harry separated you from your ancestor and duplicated your body, so he could give her one of her own."
"He cloned me?" Lana asked.
"In essence, yes," Sara said. "It wasn't done through science, it had been done through magic. I know it's a whole lot to take in, so if you needed some time to process it, I wouldn't really blame you. There's a lot which has been happening around here which is strange."
"No," Lana replied. She cleared her throat and looked back towards Sara. The fact she spoke to a dead girl failed to rank even among the top ten strangest things which happened to Lana in her entire life. "No, I'm just…it's just, there's been so much that's happened to me, I can't even begin to figure out what the hell to think. At this point, I'm not surprised by anything."
Sara smiled and nodded. She waited for her former discipline to wake up. Hopefully, it would be a less violent reaction than the last time Isobel woke up from her slumber. The Countess, the Deacon, and the White Bumblebee, three figures who had been very prominent in those memories. Well, she only saw the Countess and the Deacon, the White Bumblebee faded, little more than just a flickering reference.
"What the hell happened?" Isobel asked.
The question proved to be more on the rhetorical end of things when Isobel rose from her slumber. Thoughts of what happened returned. She didn't feel bloodthirsty, but she did feel a sense of unrest. Some very dangerous people would need to suffer.
"I hate them all, and I'm glad you didn't abandon me to them," Isobel responded.
"Your methods have been very extreme at times," Sara said. "I wouldn't abandon you to them, though."
Isobel responded with a very obvious nod. She felt sore all over and not in a good way either.
"I suppose I'm once again in the debt of the Dragon for him saving me," she said. "I would have died when the revenge had been completed, being sent on, and I would have corrupted the life of my ancestor."
"You possessed my body," Lana said.
"Yes, I did, and I can't apologize, because it was due to the nature of a mistake I made about six hundred, seven hundred years ago," Isobel said. "I don't think we would do the same things today if we can go back in time. And much time has passed."
Lana and Sara both nodded. A knock on the door brought their attention back up.
"Must be Chloe," Lana said. "She'll be pissed she missed a chance to put her life recklessly endanger."
Isobel answered with a smile, from what she gathered from Lana's memories regarding Chloe, this particular statement had been a very accurate assessment of Chloe Sullivan. They opened the door and revealed a perky blonde, and also a very attractive brunette woman, dressed in a black tank top and blue jeans.
"This is my cousin, Lois," Chloe said. "Lois, this is one of my friends, Lana."
"it's nice to meet you," Lana said. "Chloe has told me so much about you."
"I should be scared, shouldn't I?" Lois asked. "I mean, what has Chloe been telling you about me?"
"This is Sara, another friend of mine from out of town…well the girlfriend of Lana's cousin, Harry, really," Chloe said. "And this is…"
Chloe stopped and looked from one Lana to the next Lana. The perky blonde looked very dumbstruck at the fact. She had not surprised two Lanas to be here and wondered if there had been some kind of Kryptonite induced madness here. Chloe followed the progress around the room.
"My name is Isobel, I'm Lana's cousin, from France," she said.
"The two of you look like you could be twins," Lois said.
Chloe turned and looked towards Sara.
"Later," Sara mouthed softly.
She had a sinking suspicion there would be some kind of fascinating story regarding this. Chloe already could see some kind of very obvious headache inducing explanation about what the hell just happened to come. She could not prove it, but she was sure it was coming.
Liv found herself having a drink with two of the friends she made. Holly and Nym smiled and leaned back.
"Waller wanted to hire you full time?" Nym asked. "You must have really made an impression on her."
"Yes, I must have," Liv answered, shrugging her shoulders. "And to think, most of the time, the impression I make on people isn't exactly the best of impressions."
"We all have our faults," Holly said.
Holly downed another one of her drinks. Good stuff here, to be perfectly honest. After the mission she had, Holly needed a drink or two or six. Always had been the case with working with ARGUS. Good missions, bad missions, and just plain weird missions, as far as Holly could be concerned. She understood this entire situation, and what to do. She tipped back another drink. Nym directed one of the more obvious side long looks at Holly.
"I really hope I don't have to pull you off of someone later when you attack them."
The drink dropped to the table and Holly looked at Nym. "No, I'm fine. I'll be fine, trust me. But seriously, Liv, I think we had to you figured all wrong. You might not have been the best agent, or even in the top ten of the best agents out there, but you know something, you did alright. Better than alright, you did a fantastic job, and that's something all of us can drink to. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, I would," Nym replied a half of a second later, barely keeping the obvious smile from crossing her face.
She tipped back in the chair and took a quick swig of the substance inside of the glass. Liv just smiled and turned around. She noticed several rough gentlemen entering the bar. One of them spoke to the other men and he spoke in Russia.
"Trouble," Holly said.
Nym threw her hands up into the air, almost as if to say of course there would be trouble. Liv looked a bit tense, there would be a part of her who wanted to say this entire mess, it wasn't her problem. Another more prominent part of Liv skewed more to the reckless end of things. She looked towards the man across the way, who dropped a base down on the table. Two men, wearing scars about as prominently as their three piece suits responded with a grunt. They spoke very low, in Russia, at least what Liv assumed would be Russia.
"What are they saying?" Liv asked a moment or so later.
Nym shrugged. Russian was not one of the languages she managed to pick up. One look on Holly's face indicated she knew precisely what they were saying. They spoke very low, and Holly mentally translated what these Russians said in her mind.
"So?" Nym asked a few seconds later. "What are they saying?"
"They're looking for her, for the Black Widow," Holly said. "They think she killed their boss."
Holly pondered the statement, while also holding up her side arm. Did the Black Widow kill their boss? Likely, Natasha mentioned she killed a lot of people over the years. She tilted back an inch or two against the chair and allowed the breath to pass through her body.
"We better follow them," Holly said. "Liv, you don't have to, you're off of the clock. You should get home as soon as you can…if you want Nym to take you….."
"And leave you here alone to get in trouble?" Nym asked. "What kind of fool do you take me for?"
Holly did not have any time to argue. She already stepped out of the door , very carefully following the Russians at a very careful distance behind them. Liv and Nym locked eye to eye with each other, neither of them wanting to be the one to bring up the obvious fact.
"One more time," Liv said. "One more time, and I'll head home."
"Are you sure about this?" Nym asked. "You know, you might be catching the bug. You want to be out there on the field more. Waller knew this would happen I think. You really should go home."
"We don't want to leave Holly out there alone, do we?"
The armor piercing question caused Nym's body to slacken and the woman to respond with a nod. The last thing she wanted would be to leave Holly out in the wild without any protection. She would be the type of person who would get in a lot of trouble.
"So, one more round?" Nym asked.
"Yes, one more time," Liv said. "This is it."
Nym wished to have a conversation. She could see Holly moving outside near the truck and getting ready to hop on the back of it when it drove off. Nym held her hand out.
"I can either transport you to Smallville where Sara is, or we can follow Holly on the truck," Nym said. "It's the last chance to make up your mind."
"Let's do this."
Liv's firm grip showed Nym everything she needed to know. She made a very clear choice what to happen.
'Sorry, Thea.'
Harry moved up, preparing for a meeting with Amanda and Emily Potter. Given what Lana and Chloe told him about the twins, Harry pretty much knew there would be a very interesting meeting with the two of them. Harry did not know whether or not it would be interesting in a good way, or a bad way.
He stepped into the room and saw Kara sitting on the couch. She dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a white tank top to match. Kara held the medallion in her hand and looked up towards Harry.
"Hi, I guess it's just you and me, and this big house right now," Kara said.
"Yes," Harry said.
Harry sat down on the couch, and instantly, Kara scooted closer towards him. She leaned in and rested her head on Harry's shoulder. Something about this feeling, the way her shoulder rested on his, and the way his arm wrapped around her waist, it just felt behind right. Kara inched a little bit closer towards Harry, feeling the warmth of Harry's hand cup the flesh on her lower back.
"It's just the two of us now," Harry said to Kara.
"I know," Kara answered, with a slight grin and she moved closer towards Harry. "So, I've been thinking about what Daphne told me when she stopped by for a visit. I want to head to the temple and see them."
"It's up to you," Harry said.
"I close my eyes sometimes, and I dream about them," Kara said. She folded her arms over and leaned closer towards Harry. "I remember the fun we had to together, and the fun all of us had with you."
Kara slid even further to Harry and looked him straight in the eye.
"But, I'm also afraid, a little bit," Kara said. "I'm afraid slipping this medallion on will make me lose sense of the life I had, with my cousin, back on Krypton. I did have some good memories there."
Maybe not at the end when the planet met its final demise, but Kara had her fair share of good memories back on Krypton. Her heart beat a little bit faster when she sunk into Harry. Harry wrapped an arm around Kara and pulled her over.
"Sara put it on and she got her past memories, but also she didn't lose the sense of her past life," Harry replied. "Trust me, you can have the best of both worlds."
Kara looked Harry straight in those eyes. Those eyes burned with passion and drew Kara in. Kara dangled the chain between her fingers. The power beckoned Kara forward and made her really want it. Kara lightly touched the medallion to the tip of her lip and slowly slipped it around her neck. The chain dropped down onto her shoulders for a second.
A flash of light flashed over Kara's eye. Several of those memories flooded over, the time where she was the Queen of the Serpent Tribe. She still held onto those happy memories of the time on Krypton ever. Her heart fluttered and moved closer towards Harry.
Kara leaned in and pressed her lips over Harry's with a very passionate and very hungry kiss. The two of them indulged in their own passions with each other, with Harry pushing his hand on the small of Kara's back. Kara opened her mouth wide and received the full court assault of Harry's magnificent tongue sticking into the back of her throat.
About time, more than overdue, both of them kissed with so much passion and so much electricity, Kara had been blown away. Harry tipped Kara over onto the couch and kissed the side of her face.
"Mmm," Kara said.
Her legs wrapped around Harry and playfully tried to run him around. Harry stopped Kara.
"Patience," Harry said.
"You know something, I've been patient for about a thousand years," Kara said. "I want you so badly, I can just rip your clothes off now."
Kara tugged at Harry's clothes, and Harry took her hands before putting them behind Kara's head. The two of them kissed even more, with Harry pressing his clothed body against hers. The feeling of Kara's core radiating eat, those nipples sticking out from the underside of her shirt. Those warm breasts pressed against Harry's chest the second Harry drove his tongue down into Kara's mouth.
"Mmm," Kara mewled hungrily.
Harry pulled away from Kara and left a saliva trail between their lips. He kissed her several more times and lightly pulled Kara's shirt off, to indulge in the pleasures underneath it.
Two round breasts appeared in front of Harry's line of sight. Kara's nipples looked very perky and alert, and Harry slowly made his way down Kara's neck, kissing. He planted each of those kisses down the collarbone, catching one of Kara's nipples in between his lips very a very light touch.
"Mmm," Kara breathed hungrily when feeling Harry kiss all the way down and cup her breasts.
Harry cupped Kara's breasts and sucked on the blonde's juicy nipples while feeling her body all the way down. The Sorcerer moved down, kissing Kara's belly button which caused shudders. Harry worked the shorts off and pulled them down. Kara decided not to wear any panties underneath her shorts. Her hips lifted off the bed and Harry slapped Kara on the ass which caused her to moan in pleasure.
"You knew this was going to happen."
Harry decided to neglect Kara's pussy for a moment, which prompted whines coming from the beautiful blonde. The nibbling of Kara's flesh drove the beautiful woman wild. Slowly, Harry cupped the edge of Kara's trim, firm stomach, licking her belly button, and then moved down. He cupped her thighs and squeezed them, and moved down to nibble on the succulent flesh.
"Harry!" Kara cried.
The oral assaults continued down Kara's smooth leg. Harry brought his lips all the way down her leg, worshipping it like the divine object. Harry finished kissing down her right leg and grabbed Kara's foot. He kissed the bottom of her feet, and sucked on Kara's toes, causing her pleasure.
Normally, kissing someone's feet and sucking their toes could be considered an act of submission, but Harry turned it into an act of domination. Kara's body burned with passion. Harry moved from her right leg to her left.
Lightly, Harry started at the foot and reversed course, kissing all the way up Kara's leg. He made sure the top of his head brushed between Kara's opened thighs when she registered her appreciation. He leaned in and slipped a finger inside of Kara's pussy, lightly jamming it between her.
Kara reached up and tried to grab her nipples. Harry stopped her from grabbing herself, and Kara leaned back in submission, allowing Harry to finger her pussy. A second finger joined the first with bringing Kara to a thrill ride. Her hips bucked up very fast to engulf Harry's fingers.
"You feel so wet, so warm," Harry said. "I want to taste you."
"Please, taste me," Kara begged.
Harry pulled those fingers out of Kara's dripping pussy and brought his lips to her nether lips. A slow and subtle suckling made Harry taste the arousal trickling on the outside. Harry edged himself into her, making sure to slowly work himself into the delicious core on the inside.
Lifting her legs, Kara made sure Harry had full access to her pussy, being eaten out. Kara's mind flooded with so much pleasure. The Kryptonian knew any pleasure would be allowed by Harry's tongue. The fully clothed man brushed his tongue against Kara's dripping center and went down between her legs. Kara pushed herself up to feel the intrusion of Harry's very talented tongue.
The orgasm slowly worked up in Kara. Harry could feel the power coming from the gorgeous blonde rising her hips up underneath Harry and falling down on the bed. Harry's hands grabbed Kara firmly and buried himself face first into her pussy. Kara bucked up and a powerful orgasm spread through her body.
"Rao," Kara breathed.
The pleasure spiking through Kara's body increased. Harry sped up his motions, the more her orgasm worked through her body. It brought Kara through an amazing thrill ride which she never hoped stop. Given the stamina, Kara boasted of thanks to her abilities, the only thing which would stop this fun is if an emergency came up.
Harry finished eating Kara out and bringing the sensual blonde to one of the most mind shattering orgasms everyone received in their life. Harry leaned over, face coated with Kara's juices and he kissed her.
Kara returned the heated kiss, tasting herself on Harry's mouth. The juices swapped between the two lovers. Harry sent delicious sparks through Kara's body. His hands cupped Kara's flesh and made her squirm underneath him.
"Remove my clothes, slowly," Harry ordered her. "Or you're going to wait a very long time for your next orgasm."
A nod showed Kara's understanding. She slipped Harry's tie off and kissed the handsome young man. The man of her dreams responded by lighting raking Kara's skin with his fingers. She moved through the buttons and pulled them off. Harry's sculpted chest pressed against Kara's amazing breasts.
The soft feeling of these perfect breasts pressed against his chest prompted Harry to cup them in his hands, squeeze them very nicely. Kara moaned and appreciated the attentions brought to her breasts. She reached down and ran her fingers down Harry's shirt. The pants would come off next.
Kara grabbed Harry's crotch through the other side of Harry's pants. She squeezed the bulge and felt it grow into her hand.
"I need that," Kara said.
"Slow, savor the moment."
Kara came down onto her hands and knees when Harry hovered on the crotch. That pulsing erection beckoned Kara, and she could do nothing other than stare at it through the other side of Harry's pants. Kara savored it and smacked her lips together, hunger spreading through her body.
The blonde put her hands down on Harry's boxer shorts and pulled him down, revealing one throbbing hard piece of manhood. Kara's lips moistened the second she laid eyes on the juiciest cock she could ever imagine. She hovered up on the bed and leaned down.
"I can't wait to have that slide inside me," Kara said.
"Maybe you should suck it first, get it nice and wet, so it slides in easier."
Twelve throbbing inches stuck up in the air and Kara leaned closer. Those warm lips wrapped around Harry's throbbing cock and took her tongue down at the base. Kara licked up to reach the tip of Harry's head, swirling her tongue around him. She passed up and down Harry several times.
Then, Kara popped Harry's head between her lips and sucked sensually on the head. Harry grabbed Kara by the back of her head and guided his manhood deep. Kara's throat opened up and took Harry's cock without any problems. The feeling of being deep-throated by this hovering goddess made Harry reinforce his will.
The slurping sounds increased, with Kara drawing more of Harry's manhood deeper into the back of her throat. She slid down on the pole and took more of Harry into her waiting throat. Kara's hand clutched Harry's balls and gave them a very firm squeeze, holding them and releasing them.
"Kara," Harry groaned.
Kara looked up, those eyes fixed firmly on Harry when she kept sucking away at him. Harry pushed more of his rod deep inside of Kara's waiting mouth, feeling really good the further she went down onto his manhood. Kara sucked him like a pro and made Harry's balls tingle.
"Not yet," Harry ordered.
With great regrets, Kara flew away. Harry reached over and cupped Kara's pussy, feeling the arousal. She lazily reclined back in the air, her legs spread.
"I need you."
Harry's body pressed against Kara's, straddling her in mid air. His hard cock brushed against the flat stomach of the tempting blonde. Kara lifted her hips up to the certain point, about ready to drive Harry inside of her. Kara's nails pushed into the small of Harry's back, trying to tempt him to go inside of her.
"You're going to have me," Harry informed Kara.
Kara's legs spread for Harry. The Kryptonian wanted Harry and the full experience more than life itself. The manhood brushed down onto her body. Kara could feel him close to her center. The heat pumped off of his pussy, making him feel real good.
"Fuck," Kara said.
"Yes, now."
The two joined each other, Harry's cock slipping inside of Kara's wet, moist, welcoming hole. She could not help, but scream in delight the second Harry brought his hips down into her body.
The two joined together, and Kara experienced the full thrill of Harry entering her. Only half of Harry's length parted Kara's walls. Harry held onto Kara and pumped into her. The two of them hovered in mid-air, almost bumping into each other. Harry's hands felt up every inch of Kara's skin.
The warm feeling made Harry rise almost all the way up, and push deep into Kara's clenching womanhood. He rose up, touching the tip to Kara's scorching slit and then pushing deep inside of her. She held onto Harry's bicep and encouraged him by squeezing it. Harry slapped his balls down onto Kara's thighs and continued his rise and descent deep inside her body.
The feeling of Harry slipping between her thighs gave Kara strength. She pushed her thighs around Harry and pumped his throbbing hard rod between her thighs. Each time Harry rose up, he teased her, before sliding back inside Kara. Every pump brought a little bit more of Harry's length deep inside of Kara's loins, stretching them out.
"Harry," Kara begged him.
"Don't worry, you'll cum soon."
Anticipation spread between Kara's thighs. Harry pushed himself in between her. The warm heat caressed the inner core and made Kara rise up, feeling Harry's hard length pump deeper inside of her. He leaned in and grabbed Kara's nipples and squeezed them, which caused her to moan.
Kara came hard and wrapped her thighs around Harry. Those warm walls retracting around him through every pump made Harry push himself deeper inside of Kara's body. She rose up higher and went down even faster. Harry plowed Kara's insides, pushing his manhood into her.
The first orgasm followed by a second one, and intensity only increased with Harry's continued motions. He moved up to touch Kara's legs and really get her motor running. Harry leaned in and nibbled down on her neck, and went down to stimulate her breasts.
Every single motion brought Kara into a fit of passion. Harry tempted Kara with more thrusts and more powerful, deep thrusts. Kara's thighs closed around Harry and brought his manhood further in between her thighs. Harry almost pulled out and then plunged back into her. Harry rolled his hips all the way down, bringing himself further down into Kara's center.
"Mmm," Kara breathed hungrily.
Harry's fingers touched the tips of Kara's nipples and then sucked on them some more. Every thrust of Kara's power hips connecting with Harry's only made Harry want to fuck her even deeper, and fast. And Harry did thrust his manhood deep inside of her body, sliding deeper inside of her body. Kara's warm loins connected with Harry's throbbing hard cock, stretching out.
"I think I can make you cum again," Harry said. "The only question is how many times."
The heat pumping from Kara's loins caused Harry to seek her center. He pushed deep inside and sought the dripping, molten center. The juices slickened Kara and made Harry go into her. The two of them connected with each other, with Harry holding Kara's hips and descending her down to the ground.
"FUCK!" Kara screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Yes, indeed," Harry told her.
Kara hit the ground and Harry pulled her up into the air. Their bodies molded together, with Harry holding onto Kara, and pushing deep inside of her. He rode Kara to an orgasm and then slid out of her.
The super powerful woman switched positions, her arms spread out in mid-air like she was flying off. Harry gripped onto Kara's waist and entered her from this position. Harry felt the tension rising, Kara's delicious tightness hugged Harry from behind. The deeper pushes spread Kara's thighs out, the further Harry pushed deeper inside of Kara.
The Kryptonian survivor felt stretched beyond all capacity the further Harry stuck his throbbing hard cock inside of her molten hot center. Harry pulled his way out of her and entered her. Each thrust brought deep inside of Kara, pulling almost all the way out and going back inside of her body. The feeling of these thick balls smacking against Kara made her excited.
"I love how your tight pussy feels," Harry said. "It's been too long."
Kara only could not in agreement. Her body reached a higher state of passion the further Harry buried himself deep inside of her. Kara clutched onto the wall, to feel Harry push into her. The orgasms counted off in Kara's very being. Harry drove his hard cock into Kara's warm and wet center.
"Yes, too long," Kara breathed. "I need this, badly. I need to cum, badly. Give me your cock, baby."
Harry made Kara cum as hard as possible. Every push inside of her made the great feelings spreading around Harry's cock increase. He buried his thick rod inside of her and slapped Kara's juicy ass. She squealed when Harry shoved his thick pole into Kara's tightening hole.
Again and again, Kara came around Harry. Harry's manhood spike das deep inside of Kara as possible. The young man rocked his way against Kara and pumped deep inside of her.
"Cum one more time," Harry said. "Your body, you don't think anyone can make you feel as good as I can, can you?"
"Yes," Kara whimpered.
Harry touched the underside of Kara's breasts and caused pleasure to explode through her loins. Several rapid fire thrusts caused their skin to connect. Kara heated up and practically melted in lustful reactions. Harry was her weakness, and he hit all of those buttons.
Another orgasm and Harry passed deeper inside of Kara's body. He worked himself up to the end. The deeper Harry shoved his rod into her, the more Kara reacted. Harry hit all of the buttons, working Kara's body like one huge g-spot. He stroked Kara's clit when slamming into her, sending sparks of energy.
Kara rocked in mid-air, the deeper Harry went, the more feelings of pleasure Kara received. He hung on and buried himself constantly, in a repeated tempo inside of Kara's loins. She felt so good and knew Harry felt so good, the speed he shoved into her.
The feeling of Kara's squeezing loins made Harry go even faster inside of her. He pumped as deep into Kara as Harry could muster at this current tempo. His hands roamed freely and drove Kara to another fit of pleasure. Harry rode out her pleasure to his own.
Both lovers saw white when Harry's balls discharged and painted the inside of walls white. Harry shoved as far inside of Kara as possible and continued to spill into her body.
Kara fluttered down onto the couch, with Harry emptying his balls into her with the last couple of thrusts. He rode her to their mutual finish.
Harry pulled out, and Kara rolled on top of Harry, pushing against his chest. Her hand wrapped firmly around the base of Harry's cock and jerked it up to full mast before getting ready for the next round.
They had a house and an afternoon to themselves.