Chapter Eighty-Five: Javelin.
Jesse and Harry walk behind Alex. One can see the awkwardness. They pass down a long hallway with several cells reinforced on all sides. There are security checkpoints which Alex gets them through. They seem to understand that they are with Alex and there's no reason to say anything.
Harry cuts through the air to break the awkward silence which grows between both parts. "So, what exactly what kind of intel we're looking it. Or is this just one of this things where I really have to hear it first hand from Astra before I believe it?"
To her credit, Alex recovers quickly even though no one would blame her for jumping about eighteen feet in the air. She holds her stance on the ground.
"Something like that."
To be honest, Alex has no idea how to explain it. She catches the eye of one of the prisoners. Unlike earlier, Faora's burning gaze presents not a woman who wants to rip Alex apart on sheer principle. No, this woman is one who is intrigued by Alex.
"Yes?" Alex asks her.
"They lost it didn't they?"
Faora smiles at them all. "I'm not surprised they ended up losing it the minute I'm taking out of the equation. It's the last resort. They call it Jax-Ur's folly for a reason. It stops an invading force from attacking our planet, while at the same time destroying one of our moons. It took only a hundred years."
Everyone in the room lets out the breath they are holding. Another figure moves down the hallway. Faora bolts up and flashes a smile at the figure who enters the room.
"It sets off a chain of events which destroy all of Krypton."
Astra walks into greater prominence. Faora flashes a smile towards the General. Astra holds her hand on the edge of the cell. Around this time, Alia lingers into the shadow. From the side entrance, Kara stumbles out. She wears a red shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Her hand meets Harry to show she's fine after the attempt from the poison being drawn out of Faora's body.
"Yes, of course, General," Faora says with a small smile locking onto Astra from the other end of the chamber. "It blows up the Moon of Rell and suddenly the weird events start happening. There are more earthquakes. It doesn't help when someone decides it would be a good idea to drill into the core of the planet for samples."
"No," Kara agrees. "Some things never change."
"Oh, a similar end to Krypton in your universe?" Faora asks. "You can let me out and I can help you."
This offer from Faora leads to some tension from everyone involved. Everyone turns their attention to Harry. He's amused by the fact all of them are trying to ask him what to do next. He, naturally, roles with it.
"Should we?" Alex asks.
"Take a chance," Harry tells her. "We know how to deal with her if she gets out of line."
Alex figures any heat she gets from is a weak comparison to the Nova-Javelin. She flips a finger over the panel and a crack opens the door. She sees Faora down to it.
"Remember, one toe out of line, and you answer to him," Alex says.
Faora's eyes never leave Harry's face and only give Alex the most courtesy of smiles.
"Oh, I'm certain," Faora answers. "You know now that my mind is clear. I know that you're the real deal. And I'm intrigued to a level. My mother told me stories, but I never thought that I would believe."
Breath draws from Faora. No matter how much she wants to explore any possibility, she has to go. They move towards a control room. Faora leaves the cuffs on for the moment as an act of good faith. Naturally, she can break them at any moment. The daughter of Alura raises an eyebrow.
"She's clean, "one Kara tells another.
Kara the younger throws her shoulders back and takes her alternate dimension counterpart's word for it.
"Clarity, it's such a good thing. And yet, have a Nova-Javelin out there."
"Just how big of an explosion we're talking about?" Alex asks.
Astra adopts a humorless and somber expression over Alex. Her hand extends out and puts it on the side of the woman's shoulder. "I would have to say about the size of this west coast, although depending on the impact point it could wipe out half of the country."
The listen coming out of Alex is akin to someone letting the air out of an overinflated tire. She takes in a couple of deep breaths and turns her attention to the scan.
"I can trace it," Indigo pops in. "Just give me a sufficient amount of time to do so."
A half of a dozen military men wheel out a large item out towards a truck, with a duo of figures watching in the shadows. They keep their eyes on the object. An object these humans have no idea what they got their hands on. Otherwise, they may be a little bit more careful for it.
Two figures, wearing trenchcoats, step a little bit closer. One of them holds a canister in his hand, but does not pull the trigger or the pin rather. He takes a deep breath. The second man holds him back. From the neck up, both of them resemble giant beetles. Their heads poke out.
One of the men stops to pull out a two-way radio and talk to the man on the other end. His superior or something else, it's hard to tell at this point. The first Beetle Man walks shoulder to shoulder with the second Beetle man. They are standing in the alleyway with a clear view.
A helicopter above puts them on high alert. One of them retracts a blade from his coat.
"I don't know," one of the men grunts. "That thing, even being close to it, does it give you the creeps?"
"Well, they say it packs a pretty huge punch, as they humans might say. And you know the Black Beetle won't be happy to see us breaking free."
The second Beetle's skin crawls at the thought of the Black Beetle. He manages to keep entirely calm.
"But, the Reach are miles away. They aren't going to get us. They aren't going to find us."
"If they do, we have leverage. We have a weapon powerful enough to blow them out of the sky. Let's think on the bright side. We shouldn't be afraid of them."
"Yeah, and why do we need a weapon that blows up moons?"
"Just keep close to me. And make sure we get this off of the truck."
The second Beetle creature's shoulders slump down. "If they don't watch it, they're going to end up dropping it. And then what are they going to do. Are they going to blow us all to…."
The first Beetle whips his neck back at the sound of something else moving. The sounds grow tenser. The second Beetle is about to say something to the first one until an angry growl hushes him up and makes Beetle Number Two drop back into line.
"Be quiet," the first Beetle pipes up. "I hear something."
A sound of growling comes from the other end. The first Beetle's beady little eyes looks over to try and find the source of what he needs to look for. The second Beetle extends his arm cannon and is ready to attack at a few seconds notice. A few breaths pass through the Beetle before he turns around to the second Beetle.
"Must have been nothing," the first Beetle murmured. "Well we don't have much time now. It's either do or die, let's do this!"
The first Beetle holds a canister he saves up for this occasion. The canister drops down onto the ground. The military officers notice the canister just seconds before it bursts open and fills the area with a blinding and thick cloud of smoke. The military officers jump back and struggle to breathe from the smoke and the gas filling the area around them. One of them squirms in an attempt to fight through the disgusting smoke.
"Open fire!" one of the soldiers yell at the top of his lungs. "Open fire!"
The Reach refugees give them no chance to open fire. They pounce and knock the military guards down onto the ground. One of them reaches for a radio. The radio flies out of his hand with a solid kick. One of them rises to his feet. One punch to the back of the head stuns the military guard and forces him to his knees.
The refugee fumbles with a set of keys out of the man's pocket and walks over. The duo run over to the front of the truck before backup can be found.
"Let's get it…wait now…what are you?
A large figure with thick shoulders pokes his head out of the shadows and walks closer towards the duo of Blue Beetles. One look at the man makes both of the Beetles grow extremely uncomfortable. One of them extends out his arm and starts firing at him. The projectile attacks bounce off the man's broad chest and register little effect to take him down.
"No, get away! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"
The figure rushes over and grabs the Beetle by the chest. His meaty fist cracks the armor of the Beetle and drops him down to the ground. Blood spills from the Beetle from the figure hoisting him up. The sickening smell of a rotting flesh comes through as the spine tears out. The figure feasts on the spinal cord figure of the downed Beetle and drops him down to the ground.
The second Beetle does not fare much better against his attacker. Another blow to the side of his neck stuns him before the figure reaches in and rips this creature's spinal cord out. The second Beetle drops to the ground and again the massive man feeds off of the spinal column of the downed Beetle.
Those eyes fall on the truck and the Nova-Javelin the military puts in the back of the truck. A smile crosses the man's face.
Harry joins Alex, Astra, Alia, Kara, Kara, and Faora on their way to meet the two people Astra and Faora both think could have grabbed the Nova-Javelin. They move past the downed military soldiers who are breathing in heavily. Their plights do not concern Harry as much as the Reach Refugees or rather what is left of them.
They lie down on the grounds. Harry takes full inventory on their bodies. Torn necks and armor someone rips open. Massive amounts of blood and other bodily fluids cake the ground from all around the area. Harry takes a couple of steps forward and leans in.
"Whatever happened, we're too late," Astra summarizes.
Alex remembers seeing a lot during her time at the DEO. Things which turn the stomachs of many people and disgust them are all part of the job. This turns her stomach an insane amount.
"And whoever came by here, they did not leave too much room," Alex answers. "And they look terrified."
"The last few moments of their life were not pleasant," Harry summarizes. "They look….."
The words fail Harry for a second. There's no need for him to say anything though. He just keeps pushing forward with a smile on his face.
"There are monsters who were in the Phantom Zone," Faora answers. "Not all of us who escape were mostly rational people. There were those who were sent into the Zone because they were much too dangerous to be a part of civilized society."
The older Kara understands this about as well as anyone even though she hardly has to stand it. She reaches in and looks down at the remains of the Beetle.
"Well, I guess that's one of them."
Harry notices a glint on the ground. He clears his throat. "Look."
A bone spur comes to the attention of them. Everything slowly comes to pass as the entire group realizes who might involve themselves in such a disgusting display of brutality."
The eyebrows of Kara Danvers shoot high into the air and she draws in a very deep breath in response. "Alder!"
Alia lets out her breath in a groan. "You've got to be kidding me."
Kara shakes her head. She wishes this was a situation she can even make light of. Despite her normally fun loving attitude, Kara cannot make light of this. Astra and Faora's expressions both darken several shades.
"No, I'm not kidding you," she replies. "Believe me, this is one of those situations where I really wish I was kidding you. But, I'm not…I really am not."
Confusion reigns in Alex's mind. Alex drags herself away from the investigation at hand. The name pops into her head as something she remembers reading in a report before.
"Who is Alder?" Alex asks. "I remember reading the name, but there's a difference between reading the name and knowing what he's about…."
Astra decides to enlighten the human agent on a couple of facts of the matter. "He's a prisoner who was in Fort Roz and he's developed a flesh for human flesh."
Everyone turns to Harry who crouches on the ground. He gets a pretty good fix on what he needs to get a pretty good fix on. The Reach Soldiers do not have that much meat left on them. However, there are tiny bits inside of the neck from where this monster bites down on them.
"And there's enough of him here for me to get a fix on him," Harry informs them. "And if he has the Nova-Javelin, I don't even want to begin to guess what he's doing."
Faora throws her head back. "Given the fact he's a savage without any regard to life, especially his own, I don't think we have to guess."
All of them realize the potential problems. Things hit a shade or two more intense. Another group of military men arrive on the scene. Harry raises a hand to make sure they drive a bit off course. This cannot stall them forever, naturally. It just stalls them long enough for Harry to get in position.
"He couldn't have gotten far," Kara Kent concludes.
Alia answers her head with a nod. "No, he couldn't have gotten far. But, he's going to get further from us if we don't pick up the trail."
"I'm on it all ready," Harry informs them. "We should go now….hope that he doesn't do anything irrational."
It might have been a foolish hope. Regardless of any foolish hope or thoughts, the party leaves and makes their way off. Harry moves at the front of the pack, wanting to pick up the trail before it goes cold.
Alder drives the truck down the road. The device which once destroyed an entire moon is on the back of the truck. Many alien races would kill for a taste at this device. And Alder knows how to manipulate these people. He brings them to him for a chance at the device. And then Alder extracts his pound of flesh from them, in more ways than one. He finds the implications to be quite delicious.
A military barricade blocks Alder from passing through. He climbs out of the truck with a smile on his face .So easy to run them down. However, the military stands in front of him and points their guns as if it would do them any good.
"You better not go anywhere! You better step away from the truck. What's on that truck is the property of the United States military."
Alder sniffs the air and comes across something very peculiar which brings a smile to his wicked face.
"Well, most of you smell like humans!" Alder growls. "But, one of you…you smell like something else. I wonder what you can do be."
"Keep your hands up over your head where you can see them."
He laughs at their pitiful attempts. They move closer which is folly for numerous reasons. Alder, like the hunter he is, isolates the weakest and the easiest pound of flesh. Once a couple fall, the rest will be on their way.
"Oh, you don't know what you're messing with. Maybe you didn't see what I did to those bugs back down. But you're going to learn. You're going to learn how dangerous I can be."
Alder takes a step forward. The humans point their useless weapons at them. He hopes they fire. Their attempts of firing at him will be amusing. Another step forward sends them into full panic mode. One of them holds the weapon on Alder with shaky hands. He stares the man down without fear.
"STAND BACK!"
The spine of the monster recoils and he reaches in to squeeze the human's neck. He has no chance and drops to the ground. A second lucky individual receives a hand around his neck which squeezes him and brings him down to the ground. Alder tears both of their heads off.
The military begins to fire on him. It does them very little good. Alder keeps moving forward with sadism dancing through those dangerous eyes. The military keeps firing on Alder for what little good it does for them and it does no good at all.
They persist despite not really doing much of any good. Alder keeps moving towards them with malicious intentions dancing in his eyes.
"Keep firing! Keep firing! Oh, my God!"
A blur comes from the sky and rocks Alder in the face. Alder, taken aback, flies hard. He throws himself back up to face the new challenger.
Supergirl drops down in front of Alder who rises to his feet. His head turns and a wicked smile passes over his face. He inhales the scent of the Girl of Steel. "You smell just like my jailer. I've been wanting to rip Astra In-Ze apart as well, and just think….."
A punch cracks Alder in the jaw. He rocks back and then swings his meaty fist as hard as possible at his adversary. She dodges the attack.
"This is about as far as you go, monster!"
Alder licks his lips at the prospect of finally having some kind of thrill and challenge. He grabs the Kryptonian's neck until she breaks out.
"I think not, Kryptonian. Your flesh will take as great as all…and you've brought more."
Supergirl darts out of the way. Alia comes down to face Alder. Alder's eyes glow with malice when charging her. The woman flashes out of the way. Three daggers impact his chest and cause Alder to back off for a second. His skin heals after a long couple of seconds. He moves into position to engage the green eye-d gentlemen.
"I'm going to rip into your flesh, Dragon. Yes, I know it's you! And you're going to…."
A punch impacts Alder's spine while he's in mid-speech and drops him down to the ground. Another punch catches him in the base of the neck and whips his head back. The one and only Astra In-Ze pulls her hand back and allows Alder to drop down onto the ground.
She grabs his head and twists it.
"And you talk too much."
Supergirl's eyes widen a fraction of an inch when she sees what Astra does. Even Harry and Alia blink a couple of times. They understand the necessary, but the brutality catches them a bit unaward.
"Whoa," Supergirl breaths. "That was….."
"Unfortunately necessary," Astra concludes to her niece with a somber smile. "No one messes with my family. Let me make one thing completely clear."
"Oh, you made it clear," Alex answers. "And there goes the military with the Nova-Javelin."
The rumbling truck disappears into the distance. This leaves the entire group back at square one with what they need to do. Then another group comes down to them and begins to fire.
"HEY!" Supergirl yells. "We're the good guys!"
These comments fall on deaf ears. The military guards rush towards the entire group and keep up with firing at them. Alex fires a return shot and Harry blocks most of the fire with a wave of his hand.
"It doesn't matter to them," Astra answers. "They see us as a threat right now…we have go to now."
"Stand back!" Faora yells.
Faora hurls a grenade into the air. The grenade breaks open and allows them the cover to disappear.
A dozen military guards lie on the ground at the truck. One standing soldier wipes his hands of blood and moves over to the radio. He smiles when keeping the object in the back of the truck they finally got in sight.
"Commander twelve to home base," one of the military answers. "I finally have it. I have the Nova-Javelin."
"Excellent, Commander Twelve," the leader states. "You've done well. And now that you have the Nova-Javelin we can begin to cleanse the Green Filth polluting this planet and make Earth into our new home. The White Martians will rise again stronger than ever."
Chapter Eighty-Six: In Plain Sight.
Several of the military soldiers rush in to engage Supergirl. The Girl of Steel's eyes widen when one of them holds up a weapon. Confusion and fear hits her in many of the worst ways possible. She tries, perhaps with great difficulty, to communicate that they are the good guys.
One of the blasts comes inches away from striking her directly in the chest. Two strong arms wrap around Supergirl and teleport her away. There's a deep breath which lets out of her body the very second Harry teleports her away. They drop down onto the ground.
"You don't seem too surprised that they attacked," Supergirl manages with a shake of her body.
"No, not particularly," Harry answers. "We're going to have to figure out what to do next."
Kara regains her bearings just enough to get a pretty good view of their surroundings. They were inside a mobile command post. Kara shakes her head and takes another couple of breaths. Astra and Faora are standing right there with them. Alex and the older Kara are next to them as well. There are other DEO agents roaming around the area.
"I can't believe this," Kara says.
She almost keeps repeating herself like some demented mantra. To be perfectly honest, frustration also falls into place seconds later when she realizes the Nova-Javelin she attempts to find is missing.
The members of the DEO move into possession to regroup. This is not the first time they clash with the military over something. And something tells them this entire mess is going to get a whole of a hell lot worse, before it gets a whole of a hell lot better.
"This is about to get a whole of a hell lot more unbelievable," Alex remarks.
To be honest, she only says this pretty much off of the cuff of her wrist. One of the DEO agents brings up an image which jolts Alex's attention directly towards the screen. She sees one of the military officers moving in front of a camera.
"Our plans are in order," the officer says.
Okay, the military is up to some touch secret operation. So far, nothing too much out of the ordinary, but Alex keeps watching just in time to see the military officer's form shift and him to turn into a grotesque looking white creature. It's only brief for a minute, but she sees it. Alex's mouth opens a fraction of an inch.
Astra places a firm hand on the shoulder of the DEO agent to cause her to jump about halfway up. Her look locks completely onto the situation and she looks none too happy.
"White Martian," Astra breaths. "It's worse than I thought. And what I thought was pretty bad."
"We're going to head back out to the field," Alex answers.
"I'm coming with you," the younger Kara tells her sister.
It is the mark of how serious this situation is that Alex spends no time whatsoever arguing. She knows all about what White Martians are capable of. The fact Kara and apparently Harry join her and the rest of the team of the DEO agents puts her.
Harry stops and smiles at the older Kara. "You know what to do."
She answers with a nod and a thinly veiled smile. She has more than a clear idea what to do. They have to wrangle the Nova-Javelin. It does give off some kind of energy signal. Of course, the greatest burst of energy would be when someone sets the blasted thing off. It is something which Kara intends to avoid.
'So, any luck trying to track down the truck,' Harry projects to Jesse through the bond link.
The combination of disappointment and exasperation comes through from the speedster. 'No. It's almost like it's just fallen off of the face of the Earth. And I'm not even sure if the military is even aware of the danger it's facing off against.'
'No, it's not,' Gwen agrees. 'Sara and I are running into a similar dead end. I don't really know what to say. It's just like we're beating our heads against the wall.'
'Unfortunately, that's a pretty good description,' Harry informs both of the girls. 'I know you're going to keep with it. And I know we're going to find it.'
Alex loads up on one of the larger cannons. She has a glare in her face which indicates she's ready to shoot to kill. Harry puts a hand on the side of her shoulder and makes Alex stand up straighter.
"When there's one of those things, there are several," Alex responds. "I can't even imagine what they would want with a Nova-Javelin."
"The same thing anyone else wants with one of those dangerous things, I suspect. They want to decimate the entire planet. And they don't care who gets in their way."
Unfortunately, Alex understands this about as well as everyone else. To say the woman shudders puts the matter very mildly. Even a hardened DEO officer like Alex Danvers has her moments which backs her against the wall. And this is one of those situations where they are backed against the wall.
The time for discussions are done and it's really time for them to accomplish this. The DEO, Supergirl, and the Dragon move out, leaving Astra, Faora, and Flamebird to do their best to track down the Nova-Javelin, if at all possible. They race against time and they fear what those White Martian Barbarians will do if given any kind of direct opportunity.
The war between the White and Green Martians started so long ago, no one is quite sure what the underlying cause is or when it exactly started. One thing many historians on Mars agree is the losses on both sides were immense. It is all down to whether or not the Martian is white or green as to what side.
Every White Martian Child learns from the moment he or she can process information of how the green menace oppressed their people. They stand tall, with an insane amount of privilege, where the people who look at Martians identify the Green Martians with Mars more than the White Martians.
The White Martians resent this more than anything else. They feel, and not without just cause, the only good Green Martian, is a dead Green Martian. White Martians are stronger, more durable, and superior in every way. They consider themselves responsible for any advances.
And the Green Martians have an arrogance which led to the full scale destruction of their race, all for some twisted sense of superiority.
The White Martian Commander steps into the room. In his time, he's responsible for the destruction of a lot of the green menace. He smiles when thinking about the inferior Martians he sent to their knees. A smile increases over his mouth.
'What's one more.'
The Green Martian race scurry on Mars until the White Martians hunt them down. There are still many scattering throughout the universe even though Mars is no longer hospitable for any kind of living. The White Martian commander scowls and he blames them.
A small group of White Martian refugees stand about their commander. He stands taller towards them.
"The only good Green Martian is a dead one. One who decays! They flaunt their superiority to us. But, they try and enslave us because they know who the superior one is!"
The words of the White Martian commander echoes throughout the area and a smile pushes across his demented face.
"We thought none would be foolish enough to linger this close to Mars. But, one has decided to make Earth is new residence. And I'm not happy about that. Are any of you happy about that?"
The White Martian survivors grew louder and angrier with their discontent. None of them were very happy. The White Martian commander smiles and looks very pleased at what is going on around him. His excitement bubbles over to the surface. He holds up a hand to silence them.
Every single White Martian locks their eyes onto the commander. None of them say a single word. They are completely captivated by the leader.
"We allowed this Green Filth to spread and one to land up on this planet. And it will be purged. We will purge him from this planet! And we will purge him by any means necessary!"
"ANY MEANS NECESSARY!"
The loud yells shoot up and the White Martians pump their fists into the air. They rile up and the commander smiles. The military might be after this truck, but he uses the stolen identity to misdirect them. The only problem is over, deep-cover government officials being after the truck.
The White Martian reviews the scene from the battle and notices one figure in it. The other White Martians stop and stare. Some of them open their mouths a fraction of an inch. It barely registers for them. One of the steps back in horror.
"No!" the White Martian yells at the top of his lungs. "It can't be. It can't be! It can't be! Not him! Anyone, but him!"
"No!" The Commander yells. "Calm yourselves."
Each White Martian falls back into line. The commander spends a few seconds drawing in his breath as well. Seconds pass.
"I know many of you fear the Dragon. And you fear what he can do to you. But, as long as you stand next to me, there is no need to fear him. There is no need to be frightened of the dragon. We will not be burned by his fire. It will not effect us. Not by any means! Not now!"
The Commander's voice drops and makes all of his minions listen to him.
"Not ever."
The lack of fear is easier said than done as many prolific legends regarding the Dragon spread throughout the universe. They reach the ears of the White Martian refugees.
"We will stand tall!" the commander yells. "And we will not let the Dragon's fire burn us. And more importantly, we will decimate the Green Martian trash!"
Jesse circles around the factory. She takes a couple of breaths and then turns her head around. There's a few seconds which passes.
"Okay, the coast is clear."
They make their way towards an old warehouse. The condemned signs make Jesse think it is the perfect hideout for anyone who wants to hide something. Not many people will go around a warehouse which is condemned. She watches as Sara moves in. She checks the window on the other side.
"The signal grows stronger here," Gwen tells them.
"We're close," Sara informs them.
Exactly how close they were, none of the girls guess right now. They enter through the condemned warehouse. Several rickety boards cover the floors down the way. Jesse draws in her breath when crossing over the floor. She almost steps on one of the boards.
Gwen ascends to the ceiling, only to find it about to collapse out from underneath her. Danger sense warns Gwen before this can happen. She moves to the ground, dust and grime falling on the top of her head.
"Up the stairs!"
Sara's order draws Jesse and Gwen up the stairs. Jesse's palms cake with sweat. She thinks this entire factory setup is like something out of an old movie and that much causes her great uneasiness and unnerves the speedster very much. Gwen crouches against the wall half of a step next to her.
"This tracker's getting warm," Gwen answers.
They make their way up the steps and to the door. The floor boards wobble underneath their feet. There's no sign of any kind of life. They notice a large box sitting in the side of the factory.
"There's no way it can be that easy," Sara mutters. "Stand back."
Sara fiddles with the lock and opens up the box to reveal a bomb lying in the box. The bomb timer starts to run down.
"Can you disarm this?" Sara asks.
"Sure, piece of cake," Gwen answers. A loud growl coming from the shadows trips Gwen's danger sense something fierce. "That can be a bit more of a problem."
A large, grotesque White Martian jumps from the shadows. He rushes in to attack them. Sara jumps in front of Gwen and Jesse. A baton retracts and she tags the White Martian in the face. The White Martian staggers back an inch and swipes back at Sara.
Every step the White Martian takes, makes his foul breath get closer to Sara. She flips over and lands down onto the ground. One of the boards rock underneath, with Sara flashing out of the way. The White Martian looks up.
'Human, die,' the Martian projects to Sara.
Sara slams a dagger into the White Martian's face. The enforcer howls and more howls come with Sara catching him with a series of shots to various pressure points. They only serve the slow the White Martian done. They do not drop him down at least not yet.
Nerves rack Gwen's entire body. She finds more concern out of the floor dropping. She almost is into the bomb.
"I don't mean to rush you!" Jesse yells. "But…move over!"
Jesse's quick hands start triggering the bomb. There's a huge blink of light emitting from the bomb when Jesse keeps working it over. She decides to vibrate the bomb and reach in to pull out the glowing power core. It burns the bomb of her hand.
"Hey ugly!" Jesse yells to the White Martian. "Eat this!"
She throws the explosive core through the air. It zips to the White Martian and smacks him hard. Seconds pass before Jesse grabs Gwen and Sara by the hands and throws them through the window. The explosion rocks the White Martian.
Fire shoots from the windows as Jesse practically runs on debris shooting out of the factory with Sara and Gwen going behind her. She keeps up the running until dropping down onto the ground with a deep breath.
They stand on the shattered remains of the factory. The condemned factory is nothing other than a smoldering pile of ash and rubble. Jesse draws in her breath and then peers down to the dead White Martian.
"Look!"
Gwen points out something sticking out of the White Martian's hand. Sara moves over and grabs it. She takes the disc and writing of a language she does not understand pops up.
"Well, unless either of you speak Martian, we better get this back to the DEO."
Harry, Alex, and Kara step close behind what they think is the truck. All three of them move, separated from the rest of the DEO. There's no military people around for the moment.
Could the rest of the military be White Martians in disguise? That was really the question all of them were asking and to be honest, no one knew the answer. They step a bit closer to hear the military.
"Those White Martians won't get close."
Alex tenses up at these words. Did the Military think they were the White Martians? It would be very hard to prove they were not which was frustrating. It's easier to prove someone is a White Martian, than to prove that someone is not a White Martian.
"You've got to be kidding me," Kara breaths. "Harry?"
The Dragon vanishes into a burst of fire. Both Danvers sisters stand on their own, unable to realize what the hell is going on with the situation around them. Kara stands back and clears her throat for a moment.
Harry moves to the back of the truck and notices that it's completely empty. He jumps out of the back of the truck and comes face to face with several military officers.
"That's about as far as you go, alien scum!"
To be honest, Harry recalls being called a whole lot worse in his time. The weapons train onto him a few seconds later. The red dot of the weapon pushes into his forehead. Harry steps back for a second.
"Put your hands up where we can see them. Come on, alien, give us an excuse to shoot you."
"You do realize if I was really a White Martian, those guns wouldn't have any effect on me," Harry answers.
"Oh, but we know something that does have an effect on your kind."
A flash of fire appears from a blowtorch from one of the military officers. He waves the fire in front of Harry's face. Harry raises an eyebrow and notices one of the military officers about thirty feet over flinching, and trying to hide from the fire.
"Scary," Harry remarks before blowing the fire out.
The military officer jumps back a couple of feet and widens his mouth a fraction of an inch. Harry holds his hand up and suddenly the bulbs of the light post explode!"
"Stop him!" the commander of the unit yells.
All of the bullets graze off of Harry like they were completely nothing. Harry jumps forward and catches the military officer with a punch to the side of the neck and drops him down to the ground.
"Shoot to kill!"
Supergirl rushes in and knocks the military officers to the side. They all fall down. Alex picks up the weapon and then puts it at one of them. The officer points the weapon at Alex. The two of them have the stand off.
"Make my day, White Martian."
Alex finds the weapon locking on her which annoys the woman to no degree. Another gun pushes on the back of her neck as Harry throws the military officer he engages over to one side.
A punch to the back of the head of the man with the gun drops him down to the ground. Alex turns around and snaps off a huge roundhouse kick to drop her adversary down onto the ground. She moves back and wipes a small trickle of blood off of her mouth before smiling.
"You better follow me if you wish to remain alive!"
Harry weighs his options. He figures it would be the easiest thing possible to take out these men, but the problem is, the collateral damage. Harry manages to take the disguised White Martian and hopes this homeless men is on the level. He uses the amulet to teleport them away to the DEO facility.
Cameron Chase misses desk work. She never, ever, thinks this is a likely conclusion. Yet, it's one she reaches after hearing about the reports. Cameron marches down the DEO facility and notices the Dragon standing in front of a military leader. A homeless man stands beside the Danvers sisters and then there's a man inside of the cage.
"When I get out of this cell, you're going to hang for this!" the man inside of the cage bellows. "Do you hear me? You're going to hang for this! Hang!"
"You brought one of the military officers back here?" Cameron asks.
Alex flinches ever so slightly at the Acting Director's frustrated tone, but she remains calm and collected despite the situation.
"He's not any ordinary military director. He's a White Martian. And he's trouble."
Cameron throws her head back and then turns to the homeless gentleman who they bring into the DEO. Something about him seems familiar.
"I'm not a White Martian! You are the White Martian traitors! You are worse than those Green Martians, and I know there's one here. I can smell him!"
"Can you?" Harry asks.
He transfigures the bars of the cell into fire. The military officer sweats and starts to enter a panic attack. A smile passes over Harry's face when he leans into the cell.
"I'm not sure if what you're doing is legal," Kara nervously says.
"It's not," Cameron says. "Mr. Potter, I insist…."
"Show yourself, White Martian," Harry warns the prisoner. "Or it's going to get even hotter. And you're going to find out how hot things can get by my hand."
The White Martian screams and finally turns back to his normal form before their very eyes. Harry sets the bars back to normal and looks towards the quivering White Martian.
"I knew they infiltrated this world," the homeless man tells them. "Perhaps, it's best if I introduce myself. My name is J'onn J'onzz…."
The homeless man shifts into a Green Martian. Alex, Kara, and Cameron open their mouths and their eyes in thinly veined shocks.
"And the fact they tracked me here is very concerning and even more so they have a Nova-Javelin in their possession," J'onn answers. "We must take them down by any means necessary."
"You're too late!" The White Martian growls. "We smelled the traitor and they know you're here. This city is going to burn just like the Moon of Rell did! Time for you to die, Green scum!"
J'onn's not shaken by these words because he's heard them way too many times before.
Chapter Eighty-Seven: Scorching Heat.
The personification of the Flamebird entity and the holder of the Serpant Medallion, Kara Kent sweeps her way in. She comes in with Faora and Astra lingering precious steps behind. She knows this entire situation is a powder keg ready to go off. The two Kryptonian military officers follow Kara.
"They're near," Faora answers. "Someone's trying to jam the signal."
"Which is a good thing," Astra muses. "But, we should be on our toes in case something happens."
A janitor moves down the hallway. Instantly, Faora's releases a silver ball from her hand. The ball smashes open on the floor and releases a large blast of fire which staggers the janitor back. He shifts into the form of a White Martian. Sickening blue eyes flash open with disease swimming through them.
"YOU!" The White Martian yells at the top of his lungs.
Astra senses recognition coming from the White Martian. He extends a rusty Martian blade towards her. Astra veers to the right and comes back with a couple of punches to pop her enemy in the jaw. Astra flips the White Martian down to the ground and smashes the knee into his face.
"There's going to be more," Astra says. "They travel in packs."
Faora clicks a shoulder cannon and smiles. She prepares for the fight. Astra stands side by side with both women ready to engage the White Martian menace as they come.
"You will pay!" one of them growls.
Kara jumps out for the battle. Only three of them, not a bad fight, well to be honest, it's a bad fight for them. Kara jabs her fist into the side of the Martian's neck and beats him about the back of the head with a series of elbow strikes. The White Martian dives at Kara. Kara blocks his punch and flips him down onto the ground. Kara does a forward flip and lands on her feet.
Astra engages with the White Martian who rushes at her. The two grapple for battle until Astra comes underneath and attacks her opponent with a jab to the throat. Astra slams her adversary down to the ground and punts him into the wall with an extremely force.
The White Martian scrambles to his feet and grows several sizes. Astra shoulder blocks him in the leg and snaps him down. She punches the White Martian directly in the small of the back and keeps moving in with repeated attacks. The White Martian's attempts keep turning towards her. Astra dodges the first couple of attacks and waffles the White Martian with one final devastating jaw jacking attack. The White Martian crumples at Astra's feet until she kicks him hard in the ribs not once, but twice.
Faora smiles at her deadly adversary. The White Martian extends his hands.
"You're making a huge mistake."
"You're the mistake, Kryptonian," The White Martian breaths. "Your own doomsday weapon is going to be your tomb!"
Faora launches her attacker down to the ground with an attack to the stomach. She repeats her attacks with three punches in succession following it up with a violent jab to the side of the head. She holds the cannon and fires dropping her enemy to a kneeling position.
"You were saying?" Faora asks with a soft smirk going to her face.
A high intensity and high heat blast catches the White Martian directly in the chest. Faora bombards him with the fire one more time and drops him to his knee. The Martian Kara kicks off eats the fire as well. Kara throws her head back and faces off Faora who points the weapon at the Martian who engages Astra in battle.
"We should leave survivors!"
Faora spends a second contemplating Kara's statement and lowers the cannon. Kara realizes that one of them could lead them back to the rest of the horde.
"Good thinking, soldier. One of them could lead us back to the rest of the horde."
Kara throws her head back and tries not to scream. That was not the idea she's going for. Never the less, anything to pacify Faora and make her a little less axe crazy. Kara hates to admit it, sometimes she gets a little high strung out there. And given she's the less likely of the three to fly off the handle and do something destruction, that's pretty much saying anything.
"I'm going to make you drop to your knees, General!"
The growing White Martian starts spitting at Astra. Astra avoids the White Martian and twists the arm behind his back. The loud crack echoes with the White Martian slamming hard into the wall. Astra pulls away from him and then Faora rushes in to attack him with an uppercut punch.
She pulls out a knife which shoots fire out of it. The sadistic White Martian hisses and recoils at the fire in front of him.
"Tell us where the rest of your filthy Martians betheren are," Faora tells hm. "And I might make this a little bit easier on you."
"She'll hurt you," Kara confirms with a somber nod. "She'll make anything that you've ever done look like a day at the spa."
The White Martian registers confusion at what precisely a spa is. Never the less, the crazed Kryptonian soldier and one of the most feared Generals in Krypton history staring down at him gets his mouth moving in a very big hurry.
J'onn knows what the White Martians are capable even without a dangerous doomsday weapon which one ravished an entire moon. He understands and feels the darkness sinking into his mind. J'onn shifts his head back and comes shoulder to shoulder.
Supergirl joins them, alongside the Dragon. Then Alex backs them up. Despite being the least remarkable out of the four power wise, Alex refuses to back down from a fight.
"So, you've come here, Martian. And yet you hide behind them."
"I don't hide behind them," J'onn states in his most crisp and casual tone. "I stand beside them. But, you would not understand that for you stand with yourself."
The White Martian commander steps behind a small group of a dozen White Martians. Harry hates to admit the infiltration must have been pretty deep.
"Attack!" The White Martian commander growls. "Rip them to shreds!"
One of the White Martians instantly understands why Harry Potter is known the multiverse over as the dragon. Two dragon constructs of fire shoot from Harry's hands and cause the White Martians to go.
"No, face your fear of fire!" The commander yells. "Don't cower from it like you're a filthy green!"
Supergirl snaps off a kick and beams her heat vision off of the ground. One of the White Martian soldiers staggers back from the fire. Supergirl kicks her adversary in the head and drops him down to one knee. A hideous scream and growl follows with Supergirl winding up and repeating her actions against the adversary.
"I don't see you going up and sticking your neck out," Harry taunts the White Martian. "It's almost like you're not strong enough to fight me."
"I'll rip you apart!"
Those words only pass over Harry's ears. He shows them little disinterest. The White Martian commander keeps his distance until he comes face to face with the Martian Manhunter himself. And the towering imposing figure reminds the White Martian why they dub J'onn J'onnz this prior to their capture.
"It's time for your to suffer for your crimes against Mars, K'rok."
"I've only put the Greens in the same cages that you've put us Whites," K'rok growls. "You will burn and we will rise over the ashes of humanity after we cleanse the work."
Both shift into dragons and circle each other. It is very hard to assess which Martian shows more hatred to the other. The powerful forces collide with each other and knock each other back with a bone rattling impact. They move forward with a battle of wills and morph in mid-air to the most out of his size as well.
Alex throws a grenade into the air. It releases a few spurts of white hot fire. The White Martian engaging her rushes in for the attack.
Faora zips out from the sky and throws a grenade at the foot of the White Martian. It cracks open and sends burning hot embers at the feet of the White Martian. Said White Martian howls in horror before Faora takes him down to the ground.
"Right idea, wrong caliber."
"I'll keep in mind."
Kara Kent and Kara Danvers stand side by side against a trio of White Martians. Before they could strike them, Astra swoops down and nails one of the White Martian's in the chest. Another White Martian suffers the same fate. Disease ridden blood flies out of the chest of the third White Martian to drop him down to the ground.
K'rok and J'onn clash against each other. Both attempt to overwhelm the other until J'onn turns around and uses K'rok momentum to bring him down to the ground.
"You caused my family to burn!" J'onn rages.
Despite the large green fist smashing K'rok in the face, he remains steadfast in his unblinking gaze towards J'onn. His mouth hangs open with a sadistic grin. "And, I'd gladly do it again."
K'rok receives the stiffest impact which drops him down onto the ground. Stiff metal shackles which burn hot against his wrists and ankles weaken the White Martian and take him down to a less imposing form. His teeth curl into a snarl as he tries to bust free from the shackles. These attempts amount to less than nothing no matter how hard he tries to get out.
J'onn steps in to attempt to read K'rok's mind. The sadism he's capable of takes J'onn aback and sickens him.
"Your mind is like poison," J'onn breath.
"The Green is not strong enough to fathom my mind," K'rok growls. "Don't you want your precious little Earth to be safe? Time is running out…and the Javelin's already been armed."
Harry motions for J'onn to step to the side and comes face to face with K'rok. The White Martian understands the danger of looking Harry in the eyes. His jaw cracks into place
"I'll know if you're bluffing."
Those words coming from Harry are cool as ice. Both versions of Kara and Alex are the only ones who wonder how much of a breach of ethics this is for Harry to rip open K'rok's mind. J'onn steps back, and Astra and Faora keep their weapons ready to attack any White Martian who looks at the Dragon cross-eyed.
"You don't know anything. Under all that parlor tricks, you're just a mere human."
"Oh, perhaps, perhaps not," Harry answers. "But, you're still going to tell me everything about the Nova-Javelin or so help me…."
Harry breaks past the wall of diseased memories through his mind. He feels nothing other than anger at the countless Green Martians and many Green-White hybrids, which K'rok slaughtered. He's also responsible for the death of a fair chunk of humans as well so Harry feels no problems in destroying his brain to get the information.
"So, what did you get?" Kara asks nervously.
Harry turns to his fellow medallion holder. "It's underneath us. We only have less than three minutes to disarm it."
Astra never wants to admit this fact out loud, but she really wishes that Alura, her sister ,is her. Alura's always more tech-minded, while Astra is more combat minded. She's pretty sure if there's someone who can dismantle a Nova-Javelin in less than three minute's it's Alura.
"So, you brought it here," Kara Danvers says to Faora. "Surely you can disarm it?"
"First of all, I wasn't mentally stable when I decided to bring Jax-Ur's folly to this planet," Faora reminds her. "And, for the record, I didn't get as far as intending to disable it."
Harry steps over towards the Nova-Javelin. It's one of the most complicate things on the planet. Harry thinks about absorbing the energy, but realizes it may just cause his magic to overload and wipe them completely out anywhere.
"Okay, let's start with getting the core out," Kara Danvers suggests. "It might not stop it, but we can slow down the detonation."
"And what if the core combusts?" Alex asks.
Kara's face drops and she frowns. "Well, it's not like any of us are going to be around to regret doing it."
Alex has no real idea how her sister remains so calm. Regardless, she stands back along with Harry. Harry studies it closely, and there's a small part of Alex who wants really to be clued in on his thought process.
"Just get the core out of there," Harry says. "I have an idea."
"Easy does it," Kara Kent mutters when she removes the bolts.
Every second ticking by brings Kara's anxiety up to a fresh new level. Both girls work with unprying the back of the case. The glowing gold orb slips out into the younger Kara's hand and passes off to Kara Kent's The orb burns her hand.
"Now I know what it feels like to get sunburned," Kara says through gritted teeth.
"Hand it over here."
Kara's more than glad to slip the orb from her hand into Harry's. She's careful not to drop it because dropping this thing will cause them some serious trouble. Harry's hand closes on the orb and the women in the room watch as Harry's arm slightly blackens and then turns purple under the grip.
"You have more balls than I do," Alex says with an awed whistle.
Sweat rolls down Harry's face as he studies the chemical composition in the orb. Each word Harry belts out sounds like it's causing him great physical pain."Yes…I should hope so. Yes, you really do want to stand back in case I mess this up…of course, if I mess it up, we're boned and not in the good way either."
A small cloud of smoke starts to billow from Harry's hand. Pain most certainly follows as much as Harry can. The power core heats up about as hot as possible and then burns out in the palm of Harry's hand. He staggers a couple of inches and then drops to the ground. His breathing grows extremely labored and more than frustrated enough. His arm is still colored with sickening burns.
"So?" Alex asks tentatively. "Is it time for us to be able to breathe easily?"
"Yes," Harry comments. "Yes"
Harry receives hands on his shoulders from both Kara and Kara. Their calming touch makes Harry smile. The entire group appears and disappears outside of the warehouse where the DEO is in position. They see a very important gentlemen talking to Cameron. The woman looks very relieved about something, as if the entire burden of the world has been taken off of her shoulders.
The military moves in to help secure the area and more importantly to ensure no civilians go messing with something that they really shouldn't. One of the military officers break out in one of the more obvious frowns possible.
"Man, we've got aliens in our midst. What the hell is next, wizards?"
It takes every bit of self-control in his body for Harry Potter not to smile.
The White Martians safely return to custody. The Nova-Javelin is destroyed and this leaves Harry for some unfinished business. He, Sara, Kara, and Gwen arrive at the temple. Harry's arm heals a little bit, but still remains a bit grotesque and purple.
"You should have really sat this one out," Kara tells Harry. "Nova-Javelin burns aren't something to mess around…actually no one has even survived that…and it took a toll on you."
Harry appreciates Kara's concern and smiles none the less. "I'm healing…slowly, but surely, I'm healing. It's going to be fine. Trust me."
Kara trusts Harry beyond what she would trust many other. The Dragon and three of his Heralds walk into the temple. There's a very eerie presence when they enter inside.
"I knew you would return when the time is right," five voices chant in unison.
Gwen barely keeps back a shudder. Okay, that's not as eerie as everything else. She grins despite herself. The small group of women approach them. The five identical looking blondes approach Harry and present him with one half of the Phoenix Statue.
"It is yours. As it should have been."
"I thank you," Harry remarks with a smile cast towards the five blonde women.
"No, we thank you," the leader of the group answers. "And we wish you the best of luck."
Harry takes the half of the Phoenix Statue from the temple and takes it from the half of the Phoenix Statue he found on Earth Two. Sparks connect between the two statues and start fusing them together. A smile passes over Harry's face when he holds them up and together.
"I'm going to need a focusing crystal back from my Earth to get everything together," Harry answers. "But that should not be a good problem."
"We wish you the best of luck," one of the guardians of the temple remarks.
They all line up next to Harry and give him a brief kiss. They are brief, and yet extremely intense when they connect with Harry's lips. Harry allows the girls to all step back and then they move to Sara, Gwen, and Kara all in turn and give them all kisses.
"And remember, you are welcomed back anytime."
Harry gives a smile to them all and steps back. He's glad that he's welcomed back any time. Three of his generals walk next to him. Sara, Gwen, and Kara stand side by side. Harry has the Phoenix Statue.
"We're one step closer," Sara says to him. "Why do I have a feeling that this is going to be the hardest part of our journey?"
Gwen throws her head back and offers Sara a grimace of a smile. "Because, something like this is always the hardest part."
"We'll get it," Kara says.
Gwen and Sara just smile, hoping to have the confidence Kara has. Regardless, they make their way back to the DEO to say their goodbyes and move onto the final leg. With any luck, they will not have any problems with getting the Phoenix Medallion and more importantly find its holder.
Harry sits in the middle of an office area of the DEO, his legs crossed and taking a couple of deep breaths. A knock on the door brings Harry out of his thoughts. His arm is almost healed. The door opens up and Kara Danvers pops her head through the door.
"So, how are you feeling?" she asks him.
Harry offers her a smile and moves over a seat. Kara stops short with her mouth widening open. The fact Harry sits on the floor, not wearing a short most certainly stirs Kara's emotions and most importantly her interest. Another figure steps behind Kara and it's the older version of Kara.
Flamebird smiles at Supergirl and it's almost like she knows. The younger girl flushes and walks down onto the ground.
"To answer your question, I'm feeling pretty good," Harry says. "The burns are almost healed up."
"Yes," Flamebird agrees. "We should get them checked out though."
Flamebird brushes a hand over Harry's shoulder and comes in with a smile. She moves a little bit closer towards him and plants a soft kiss on Harry's lips. Harry grabs the back of Flamebird's head to return the kiss. Both lovers engage each other in their moment of kissing.
Supergirl watches the erotic display and wonders if she should even be there. Now, the older Kara's legs wrap around Harry's waist when she makes out with him. His hand moves to her lower back and starts brushing against it. Kara shifts a bit more nervously the more the two kiss each other nice and hard.
"Sorry, honey," Flamebird tells Supergirl. "I didn't want you to feel left out."
Then suddenly, the older Kara takes the younger one in her arms. The two kiss, or rather Flamebird dominates Supergirl with one of the most intense kisses possible. The younger woman puts her hands on the older one's back and feels everything. Their tongues dart against each other with Harry watching with a smile.
Supergirl breaks free from Flamebird and joins Harry with another kiss. Harry holds her into place, an arm wrapping around her waist. The two lovers kiss hard and fast.
Flamebird's hands are elsewhere and pulling down Harry's pants. She smiles, glad to see there are no lasting effects from Harry's radiation mishap.
The kiss between Kara Danvers and Harry Potter deepens. Kara squeals into Harry's kiss, feeling his tongue coasting on her lips. Then it edges into her mouth and hands stroke her arms. Kara never gets a kiss from this before. Something about it lights a fire in her loins the more Harry runs his hands all over her body. Her youthful body gets a nice long working over with Harry squeezing her.
Harry's massive cock enters the mouth of Flamebird. Her hot lips slide down the pole and swallow Harry inside of her mouth. She comes up and releases his cock with a couple more long sucks around Harry's massive cock. Her lips seal down on the base and come up to release Harry.
Supergirl becomes aware before too long of Flamebird's warm mouth. She's not so subtle about her sucking. No, Flamebird sucks him loudly and lewdly with those lips. And then a hand darts underneath Supergirl's skirt and starts rubbing her.
Harry groans and pushes deeper into the warm mouth of his lovely wife. She keeps sucking Harry off and taking more of his cock down her throat. Harry enjoys the pressure her hand puts on his balls with a couple of squeezes. His fingers drag against Kara's hair and shoves twelve inches of cock deep inside of her mouth.
"Damn, girl, you're going to make me cum if you're not careful," Harry groans out loud.
Kara's not being careful because she really wants Harry to cum. She pulls his cock out of her mouth and then paints Kryptonian symbols on it with her tongue. This makes Harry's cock extend and twitch before Flamebird shoves it back down into her mouth just as deep as she shoves her fingers inside of Supergirl's pussy.
The moans of Supergirl muffle the second Harry drives his tongue into her mouth. The two lovers clash for domination with one tongue moving back and forth against the other. She receives a good tongue deep into her mouth with Harry pushing his tongue in and pulling it all of the way out. Supergirl snaps her head back with another couple of moans increasing from her.
The cock shoving into Flamebird's mouth makes it stretch and she feels it swelling and expanding. Harry holds onto her and shoots his load into her mouth. Several glops of cum fire out to paint the inside of Flamebird's mouth and her tonsils with his cum.
"Delicious."
She releases Harry's cock. A single finger brushes up and down Harry's length and engorges his cock again. She squeezes the massive cock and comes back from him.
Flamebird backs Supergirl off and shoves her hands underneath Supergirl's shirt to rub her breasts. The younger Kara moans out loud from the attentions of the older ones. Then Flamebird pushes Supergirl down onto one of the tables which transfigures into a bed with nice comfortable sheets thanks to Harry's efforts.
"I bet you want Harry's nice big cock inside of you right now."
Flamebird licks her fingers and shoves them into Supergirl's warm pussy. One Kara finger-banging the other who thrashes up and down on the bed makes this a very erotic and enjoyable sight. Supergirl pushes her hips up to meet Flamebird's fingers.
"Yes!" Supergirl breathes. "Yes, I want his cock! Please, give me his cock."
"Not yet, beautiful," Flamebird remarks with a smile.
Her thighs spread and Harry pulls down Flamebird's pants. Her very wet pussy calls for Harry and he has little choice other than to stick his huge cock inside of her. Harry slips into the warmth between Kara's legs and pulls back from her to shove his cock inside of her.
Supergirl's eyes widen at the sound of Harry pushing into Flamebird from behind. She looks up to the mirrored ceiling to see Harry behind Flamebird. The Dragon's huge cock pulses when pushing into his mate. His hands draw glorious symbols over her back and then he plants steamy kisses all over Flamebird's body.
"Rao damn it," Supergirl breaths, her thighs clenching together and releasing their juices all over Flamebird's face.
Flamebird receives a good body workout with Harry's hands, mouth, and most importantly his cock. He sends her on a roller coaster ride of pleasure. Every touch increases her lust even more than the last.
"Go ahead," Harry says. "Scream in her pussy when you cum. I want to see her cum all over your face."
Supergirl's nipples stick out from underneath her suit. Her older counterpart from another Earth dives between her thighs and keeps kissing and sucking on her womanhood. She breaths in and receives more tender kisses down the side of her leg by her older self.
"Does that feel good?" Harry asks her while pumping his cock into Flamebird.
"Yes!" Supergirl squeals.
She leaks all over Flamebird's face. Her juices keep squirting out over Flamebird's face and she keeps lapping them up, making the excitement. Flamebird's warm mouth keeps sucking up the juices and making Supergirl cum in a repeated and never ending loop.
Harry groans and shoves his meaty cock deep inside of Flamebird's pussy.
"Oh, good. Now it's going to be my turn."
Her pussy clamps down onto Harry in response with eagerness of wanting his cum burying inside of her warm pussy. Harry's hands push against Flamebird's breasts and then start stroking them. She leaks all over him and makes Harry's path to her womb that much easier.
"Cum for me one more time."
Flamebird closes her warm walls around her lover's hard throbbing cock. Harry pulls almost all the way out of her and shoves himself into her. His love muscle works its way inside of her body.
"YES!"
Supergirl screams this word as Flamebird buries her face deep inside and makes Supergirl cum extremely hard. Her hips keep pushing up and down to soak Flamebird's face with warm juices.
Harry's balls throb the harder he shoves his cock into Flamebird's warm pussy. He works her over and gets closer and closer to the end. She milks him extremely hard the deeper that Harry shoves deep inside of her perfect body from behind.
His balls clench and Harry grunts before shoving himself into Flamebird. They rocket a huge load of cum inside of her perfectly tight pussy. She keeps milking him the deeper Harry goes inside of her. His balls clench and release to spill every single last drop of cum inside of her perfectly tight quim.
Harry pulls himself away from Flamebird and seconds later, Supergirl crawls over. She tentatively wraps her hand around his cock. Those blue eyes shine bright as she kisses his hard cock. It twitches. Supergirl licks his cock nice and hard, and tastes the combination of cum.
"As much as I want to have it in my mouth, I need it in my pussy more," Supergirl tells him. "But, it's my first time."
"Don't worry, honey," Harry tells her. "I'll take care of you."
Her shirt flies off to reveal a set of perky breasts. Harry leans in and cups her chest in hand to cause Supergirl to bring out a very soft and passionate moan. He touches her chest a couple more times and ensures her entire body rocks down onto him.
The first couple of inches of Harry's cock pokes into Kara's wet pussy. She throws her head back with a soft moan the second Harry slides inside of her wet core. Kara clamps down onto him with the hunger dancing in her eyes. He wraps a hand around her back and guides Kara down all the way to him. Her wet pussy grabs Harry and then releases him with a nice little pump.
"It feels so good," Supergirl moans.
She arches her back and takes more of Harry's big cock inside of her tender tongue pussy. The delight of having such a massive cock driving between her legs and into her core makes Kara Danvers increase with excitement and burn with a never ending explosion of lust. Her pussy coats Harry from the head all the way down to the base of his cock. She rises up and drops down on him, repeating her ebbs and her flows, her rises and drops until Harry pushes as far inside of her as possible.
"I'm glad it feels so good," Harry groans. "I'm only here to make you feel good and to feel you cum for me. I want you to cum all over my big cock."
She does cum nice and hard. Supergirl's body becomes a vessel for The Dragon's personal pleasure and she doesn't mind. Given the fact it gives her just as much personal pleasure of her own. His big balls rise up and smack her on the thighs.
Kara Danvers throws her head back and moans out in pleasure. Harry throws his hips up and locks eyes with Kara Kent with a smile. The older Kara waits her turn while masturbating to the younger woman throwing herself up and down on Harry's cock with such reckless abandon.
"Having fun?" Harry asks her.
Kara nods and brings herself down onto him. Twelve inches of hard cock fill her and bring her to an amazing end. Kara's body rushes to a peak and falls down like a shooting star. His hips rise up and in response ,Kara grinds against him.
"How do you like this?"
Harry holds her breasts and cups them. Kara's deliciously perky tits become molded by Harry's able hands. He keeps brushing a finger around the edge and makes her belt out a couple of hard moans. She slams down on Harry as hard as possible.
Each motion, each bounce, brings Harry closer to the edge. Kara registers her enjoy when bouncing up and down on him. Harry grabs her ass and she squeals with delight.
"You're making me feel so good," Kara Danvers moans.
She will miss him when he's gone, although something tells Kara that Harry would find a way back to her soon enough. Harry's cock buries its way deep inside of Kara. His balls lurch up until they finally give way and start spurting cum inside of her.
Both lovers cum together with Harry spilling his seed inside of Kara's tight pussy, and she moans out loud to drive down onto Harry.
Both settle down after that, with Harry pulling out. Where one Kara stops, another picks up. They continue this cycle throughout the night and into the next morning. The energy building healing Harry completely from his injuries.