Chapter 5 – Veins of Power
Dawn bled into the Vienna skyline, but sleep evaded us. Kara's scent lingered in the warehouse—ozone and sunlight, a cocktail that itched under my skin. Natasha dozed beside me, her body curled against mine, one leg draped over my thigh, hand splayed across the swell of her belly. The kid thrummed faintly, a low vibration syncing with her heartbeat. I traced patterns on her hip with a tendril, light as breath, feeling the warmth of her skin. Our bond pulsed steady, but my mind raced ahead—Kara's power wasn't just a shield; it was a key to unlocking more. Assimilate a drop of that solar essence, and we'd eclipse gods.
By midday, we moved. SHIELD chatter spiked: anomalies in the Carpathians, energy signatures screaming Kryptonian. Kara's doing? Or something hunting her? Natasha drove, her grip firm on the wheel, black tactical gear hugging her form without restricting the bump. "She's green," she said, eyes on the rearview. "Powerful, but isolated. We offer stability, she bites."
"Or we take a sample," I replied, scanning satellite feeds on the dash tablet. My form shifted, blending into the seat's shadows, tendrils probing the air for traces. The drive wound through mist-shrouded forests, tires crunching gravel as we hit a forgotten logging road. Up ahead, the air hummed—crackling blue-white arcs dancing between pines. We parked, boots silent on damp earth, and crept forward.
Kara hovered mid-air, fists clenched, facing down a pack of armored brutes—Hydra remnants fused with Lantern tech, rings glowing sickly green on their fingers. She dodged a construct whip, countering with a speed-blur punch that caved a chest plate. But they swarmed, beams lancing her cape, singeing the fabric. One caught her arm, emerald chains wrapping tight, siphoning her strength. She grunted, knees buckling mid-flight.
Natasha signaled—flank left. I uncoiled, ooze surging forward in liquid silence, enveloping the chain-wielder's legs. He screamed as I flooded his veins, memories bursting: stolen ring shipments from Coast City, Kryptonian weaknesses whispered in labs. I crushed his spine from inside, ring clattering free. Kara broke loose, eyes widening at the dissolving corpse. "You again?"
"Backup's a habit," I called, tendrils lashing out to snag two more, yanking them into the underbrush. Their bodies hit the ground twitching, assimilated quick—strength boosts for later. Natasha picked off a straggler with suppressed shots, bullets blooming red in throats. Kara finished the last, heat vision vaporizing his mask, leaving a charred husk.
She landed hard, breathing ragged, suit torn across her ribs exposing pale skin marked with shallow burns. Sweat beaded her cleavage, rising and falling with each pant. Up close, her scent hit harder—raw power laced with exertion, stirring the predator in me. Not time yet, but the hunger noted it. "That was too close," she admitted, rubbing her wrist. "These rings... they're multiplying."
Natasha holstered her gun, stepping into the clearing. "We traced the same. Let's compare notes—properly this time. Our place isn't far."
Kara eyed us, then the dissolving remains of my kills. "What are you?"
"Useful," I said, form rippling back to human solidity. "And discreet. Come on."
Back at the warehouse, tension simmered over lukewarm tea. Kara paced, her boots echoing on concrete, while Natasha perched on a crate, subtly massaging her lower back. The pregnancy showed more in the light—her shirt stretched taut over the curve, breasts straining the fabric. Kara noticed, glancing away polite-like, but curiosity flickered.
"Krypton sent scouts," Kara explained, leaning against a beam. "Probing rifts between worlds. These rings? Earth tech bleeding over, powering up the wrong hands. Superman's stretched thin in Metropolis—Batman too, with Gotham's cults rising."
I nodded, filing it. "Hybrids like us thrive in the cracks. Natasha here's SHIELD, but freelance now. Building something real." My gaze lingered on her belly, hand brushing it possessively. The kid kicked, a sharp jab that made her smile.
Kara's eyes softened. "A family? In this? Brave. Or crazy."
"Both," Natasha replied, voice low. "He heals what breaks. Gives back more than it takes."
The air thickened, her words hanging. Kara's cheeks flushed faint, power humming under her skin like a live wire. I felt it—the pull, her isolation mirroring Natasha's old scars. Opportunity. "You've got wounds too," I said, stepping closer. "Not physical, but the weight. Let me show you what we offer."
She tensed, but didn't bolt. Natasha rose, hand on Kara's shoulder—gentle, sisterly. "Trust starts small. Sit."
We eased her onto the couch, me kneeling before her. My fingers grazed her arm, tendril extending thin, probing the burn. She hissed as ooze seeped in, knitting flesh instant. Eyes wide, she watched the mark fade. "How..."
"Symbiosis," I murmured, voice dropping. "Shares strength. Feels good, doesn't it?" The tendril pulsed, sending a warm throb up her limb, teasing nerves.
Kara bit her lip, thighs shifting. "Yeah. It does."
Natasha watched, eyes darkening with approval. She slid beside Kara, fingers tracing the tear in her suit. "More where that came from." Her hand dipped lower, brushing the curve of Kara's hip. Consent hung unspoken, but Kara leaned in, breath quickening.
I rose, hands on both their waists, guiding. Kara's suit peeled away under my touch—symbiote easing the fabric like liquid. Her body revealed: firm breasts with pink nipples hardening in the cool air, toned abs leading to a trimmed patch above smooth folds. Natasha stripped too, shirt discarded, pants kicked aside, her swollen belly and leaking breasts on display. She kissed Kara slow, lips parting, tongues sliding wet.
Kara moaned into it, hands roaming Natasha's curves, cupping a breast and thumbing the nipple. Milk beaded, and Kara lapped it curious, sucking gentle. Natasha arched, guiding Kara's head lower while I positioned behind, cock hard and throbbing. I rubbed the head along Kara's ass, slicking in her arousal dripping down.
"Easy," I said, pressing forward. Her pussy yielded tight, solar-warmed heat enveloping me inch by inch. She gasped against Natasha's skin, pushing back to take me full. I gripped her hips, thrusting steady—deep strokes that stretched her, balls slapping her clit. Natasha straddled Kara's face, lowering her soaked pussy onto waiting mouth. Kara licked eager, tongue delving into folds, sucking the clit as Natasha ground down, hands in blonde hair.
The rhythm built—me pounding Kara's cunt, feeling her walls clench with each drive, her powers flaring faint, making her inner muscles vibrate like a hum. Natasha rode her tongue, hips rolling, one hand on her belly, the other pinching her own nipple, milk trickling down. Kara's moans vibrated into her, pushing Natasha toward edge.
"Fuck, yes," Natasha groaned, body tensing. She came hard, juices flooding Kara's mouth, thighs quaking. Kara followed, pussy spasming around my cock, pulling me deeper. I didn't hold—thrust once more, burying to the hilt, cum erupting in thick spurts, filling her with my essence. Tendrils extended, linking us three—sharing pulses, healing deeper, seeding potential.
We collapsed in a tangle, breaths mingling. Kara's eyes glowed soft, body lax. "That... I needed that. Connection."
Natasha stroked her hair. "We're building more than family. An alliance. Your strength, our adaptability—worlds won't know what hit them."
But alarms blared—my scouts screaming. Portals ripping wider, Lantern corps bleeding in, green lights swarming the horizon. Superman's signal too, distant but closing. Threats converged.
Kara suited up fast, determination set. "I'm in. Whatever this is."
We geared, me absorbing the new bonds—Kara's solar spark igniting my core, evolution stirring. Natasha kissed us both, fierce. "Together."
The hunt called. Legacy expands, powers entwine, and the shadows deepen.