Beyond Super - Chapter 5

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CHAPTER 5: Showdown #1

Clark steeled his jittery nerves as he held the phone to his ear.

“Hi, Clark. Miss me?” she answered, punctuating the question with a flirty giggle. “That was a close call with my dad yesterday, huh?”

A shiver traveled the length of Clark’s spine as he heard Alyssa’s sultry voice again, its velvet tones sending crackles of desire reverberating through his body.

“His timing couldn’t have been worse. He interrupted us just when things were starting to get fun!” The way she said the last word sent Clark’s heart racing.

Great Scott! Could he go through with this? Hearing her talk like this brought him instantly back to the overwhelmingly sensual experience of touching every inch of her perfect body the day prior. He felt the phone shake against his ear as his fingers began to tremble. But he had to go through with this. He knew Diana was counting on him to get Alyssa out of her house. She needed unfettered access to her room so that she could collect the blonde’s birthday stone and have it examined by Professor Hamilton from Star Labs.

“Uh, hi. Yeah. Right. Bad timing,” Clark mumbled, taking a deep breath to gather himself. “I was wondering if you might want to come over?”

“Really?” she said, sounding surprised, though not disappointed by any means. She gave a brief, lilting giggle before her voice suddenly turned suggestive. “Should I wear my bikini again? I’m pretty sure you liked how I looked in it.”

“No!” Clark answered immediately, his voice coming out shrill as the thought of her body in so little sent a jolt of terror through him. He had barely been able to resist her yesterday. He didn’t think he could do it again—certainly not if she put every inch of her luscious body on display for him a second time.

“I mean, normal clothes would be fine,” he quickly clarified, making a conscious effort to keep the fear from quavering his voice.

“Awww…” she said, sounding disappointed. Then, she perked up. “But I’ve got another new outfit I just know you’ll love!”

Not long after ending the call, Clark heard a knock at his door. Before answering it, he sent Diana a quick text, letting her know it was safe to infiltrate Alyssa’s room and take the silver stone for analysis. He opened the door to find his breathtakingly gorgeous neighbor, hand on a sultrily cocked hip, her plump lips parted to flash him a wicked smile.

She wore a sheer, black see-through top made of fine netting that left every part of her perfect body visible while at the same time tantalizingly draped in thin fabric. Except for the lower half of her luscious breasts. Those were obscured by a low-cut, black silk bra that seemed to cling to their prodigious slopes for dear life. Her sculpted stomach and toned arms, while far more slender than Clark’s, showed unthinkable levels of definition, far surpassing that of Clark’s own muscles, while at the same time maintaining a sleek curvaceousness that only seemed to add to her body’s overpoweringly feminine appeal.

Clark’s gaze drew downward, the ogling man unable to stop it from embarking on an epic journey down the girl’s mouth-wateringly magnificent curves.

Her miniscule waist flowed sensually into voluptuous hips that stretched her satin miniskirt over elegant, impossibly sexy lines, molding it into such a mindbendingly erotic shape that only a single figure on the planet could manage it.

Clark’s eyes continued their downward progress, mesmerized to the point that they trembled in an unquenchable sea of boiling desire. They drank in the perfection that was Alyssa’s body—perfection that only seemed to redefine the term each time he saw her. Frankly it was becoming inadequate to describe her.

His mouth went dry as Clark’s gaze made it to the hem of her daringly cut skirt. The firm flesh of her tanned, creamy thighs was bare, completely flawless as it descended in tapering swells.

Her legs seemed positively endless now, so long that her thigh-high ebony boots barely came above the knee. For the first time, Clark noticed just how tall she had become. The girl wasn’t as tall as he was, but she was definitely closing the gap.

The entire ensemble showed off her lucious, feminine curves as well as her body’s impossible level of fitness, both qualities combining to create a single, unified whole that utterly defied description. She was utterly magnificent, every movement of her succulent form a symphony of graceful sensuality. And she used it to devastating effect, her little shifts and subtle motions stripping Clark of all powers of speech as she watched his visual exploration of her body. He nearly climaxed from the sight of this girl alone, especially dressed in such a sexy ensemble. What did she plan to do to him? Seduce him? Part of him longed for her to dominate him utterly with her sexuality alone. Not that she couldn’t do it with sheer strength as well. He was fairly certain she’d been stronger than him before. Now? It probably wouldn’t even be close!

Pulling slender, manicured fingers from her deliciously rounded hip, she pushed past him, brushing her curvaceous ass against his crotch as she entered his house. She looked around as she walked inside, a sly smile gracing her plush lips as her huge, glimmering eyes landed on the cushioned sofa of his living room. She spun on her heel, her luxuriant mane of platinum swishing around her flawless face to settle into a sensual caress of her slender, swan-like neck.

Clark merely stared at the sultry blonde in stunned silence, his body already taut with rapidly welling arousal. His erection bulged against the interior of his pants, still ascending after the decidedly sensual contact with the girl’s achingly sexy backside.

He turned to face the teen vixen’s hypnotic gaze.

Seeing the helpless look in Clark’s eyes, Alyssa’s smile widened. “It’s okay, Clark. I know I’m your fantasy. Becoming powerful and irresistible to you was my birthday wish, after all. I just had no idea how extreme your tastes actually ran.”

She twirled in a graceful pirouette, giving Clark another eyeful of the most perfect female form in existence. Her eyes smoldered with anticipation as she watched him struggle not to drool over her lush curves. His knees felt weak, his body seemingly on the verge of crumpling to the floor.

“I suppose I have you to thank for this amazing body. I mean, I’m, like, crazy strong. I accidentally tore the door of our house off on the way over. I picked up the car in the driveway, and it was like it didn’t weigh a thing! I mean, I don’t know that I could compete with Superman or anything, but I’m way stronger than a normal person.”

Clark attempted to hide his distress, but he was fairly certain he was unsuccessful. Alyssa seemed to notice his consternation but it only caused her luminous azure eyes to dance with growing pleasure.

“And my body has gotten pretty sexy, wouldn’t you say?” she continued, her voice becoming as suggestive as it had been on the phone. “I winked at Troy, the quarterback, at school on Friday, and he tensed and kinda shuddered, then ran away to the bathroom. I think I might have given him an orgasm. Like in his pants! And I never even touched him!”

Clark swallowed, remembering his own orgasmic experience at Alyssa’s hands. At least he had managed to make it until she had touched him, he supposed. In some ways, he was thankful that she had been distracted right at that moment.

The luscious blonde took a long-legged step toward Clark.

“I mean, I’d say I’m pretty much irresistible now, wouldn’t you say?” Her eyes shimmered with predatory intent, her gaze practically dripping with liquid intensity. Her body was feline in its movements, slinking toward him with languid ease. She was a lioness, as graceful as she was powerful. He was her prey. Never had he felt so overwhelmed in the enthralling presence of another being.

Feeling the incredible seductive power of her shining eyes and flowing body, Clark opened his mouth, but no words came out.

She took another step closer.

“It’s okay, Clark. You don’t have to say it. I can see it in your eyes. You want me.” Her voice was a whisper, a delicate hiss carried on a hot summer breeze.

Another step and she was to him. Her full lips pressed into his, the sucking motion of her mouth, caressing ecstasy into his limp body. Her willowy arms snaked up his broad back, her sensual touch electrifying his already raging libido.

“And I want you,” she whispered breathily, her lips continuing their carnal contact with his, now moistened with glistening saliva. “I’ve always wanted you. You’ve always been my fantasy…”

The sultry vixen grabbed Clark’s shoulders and threw him to the cushions of the sofa with a casual toss, the frame of the couch cracking from the force of its collision with Clark’s heavily muscled back.

“Oops!” gasped Alyssa, placing her long fingers over her perfect mouth, giving a slight cringe as she watched her handiwork. But Clark simply continued to stare at her from below, ensorcelled by her beauty, his body both taut with the tension of anticipation and weak from overwhelming lust as he stared up at the goddess-like creature.

Seeing that he was unhurt, Alyssa breathed an audible sigh of relief, even that unconscious reaction made sexy by the sensual appeal of the tantalizingly expressive lips that uttered it. The girl’s divine body glided toward his as he lay on the sofa. Clark focused what little control he still possessed on ensuring he didn’t climax before she touched him. If she touched his throbbing erection right now, he knew it would be all over.

Thankfully, she stopped short of actually doing that, pausing perhaps a foot away from Clark’s desire-addled body. Sporting an amused smile, she took a moment to glide her soft hands over the flawless expanse of taut muscle that were her sleek thighs to curl her fingers over the edges of her long boots. Her gaze smoldering, she pushed her hands downward, slowly removing the boots with a sensual caress of her shapely calves.

Clark swallowed hungrily as the girl revealed more of her body to his desperate eyes. As impossible as it seemed, her legs were even more exhilaratingly sexy than they had been yesterday, extraordinarily sleek, deliciously smooth, and shockingly feminine.

“As I was growing up, you never noticed me, Clark,” she said, her eyes twinkling with growing desire as she loomed over him. Her voice was low. Dangerous. “But I noticed you.”

She drew the mesh top over her sumptuous cleavage, her breasts pertly nubile yet lushly ripe, barely jiggling as the tight garment caught beneath them and tore apart.

Her eyes never left his, smoldering with ever-increasing intensity, the underside of her jaw beginning to flush with the heat of her growing arousal. She drifted her fingers lightly over the bare upper slopes of her perfect breasts. “I longed for you.”

Clark felt his heartbeat flutter as a titillating thrill rolled through him, the suggestive way her tongue caressed the words charging them with carnal power.

“I ached for you.” Her next words came out as a near moan, her flush rising, now, to her cheeks. Her fingertips flowing over her magnificent cleavage, descending to the center of her body, she traced the deep groove that ran the center of her sculpted stomach until her fingers reached the waistband of her tight, tiny skirt.

Eyes now fully ablaze with undisguised lust, she bit her lower lip mischievously. She slipped her fingers beneath the fabric, fluttering her long eyelashes closed as she allowed a moment from her past to envelope her. “I thought of you, you know. Your huge muscles, your powerful arms consumed my mind the first time I pleasured myself.” Her expressive lips parted slightly, delivering the confession in a husky purr.

“And now I get to consume yours.” Her eyes opened, glimmering darkly. Her sly smile turning naughty, her words smoldered with erotic power, causing Clark’s already pounding heart to accelerate to dangerous levels.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” she said in a breathy whisper, her eyes never leaving his as she lowered herself to the edge of the sofa. “To make you feel years of unreturned desire in a single moment.”

Clark’s eyes trembled, shocked at the power of her attraction to him. He had never realized that the girl had felt like this! But great moons of Krypton! What was she about to do!

Alyssa’s shapely derriere wriggled against his quivering leg, the sensual contact radiating heat through his lower body. Slithering her soft fingers over the interior of his powerful quads, she stroked upward until her small hands neared the quivering bulge in his pants. She leaned forward, the edges of her long hair brushing his leg. She breathed deeply, her well-formed chest heaving with the excitement of finally fulfilling her adolescent fantasies. Clark could see the cups of her bra unraveling as the girl’s firming nipples strained its stretching fabric. Her trembling lips moved slowly toward his, issuing a shuddering breath as she closed the distance between them. Clark felt an inferno of desire building within him, the anticipation of another kiss from those perfect lips exciting him into a state of expectant rapture.

Then, his front door suddenly opened.

Wonder Woman strode regally inside, her eyes glued to the silver orb before her in fascination. A man in a white lab coat accompanied her, holding some sort of device in his hands. It was tilted toward the silver orb, his excited eyes rapidly roving the wealth of information on its bright display.

“...a new form of Kryptonite like none we’ve ever seen before. It has a lot of similarities to platinum Kryptonite, which turns humans into Kryptonians, but it’s as if it’s been modified somehow.  I can see waves of radiation coming off its surface, all focused on a single point. It’s as if it’s been altered to put radiation sufficient to transform dozens of humans into a single subject.”

“So you’re saying that this slutty little cheerleader might become even more powerful than Kal?”

“I think so,” the man confirmed, his gaze still completely transfixed by the glowing orb in Wonder Woman’s hand.

“Kal?” Diana said absently, as if realizing for the first time that they were now inside his home. She lifted her gaze from the stone to find Superman on the couch, still dressed as Clark Kent. The most beautiful girl she’d ever seen sat by his side, the blonde’s seductive curves cutting a profile that instantly caused a lump of burgeoning desire to form in Diana’s throat.

The sexy blonde’s breathtaking visage snapped around, her sculpted brows quickly furrowing in anger.

“Slutty little cheerleader?” The girl repeated Diana’s words in a vaguely threatening tone, rising to her feet, her interrupted conquest of her adolescent crush momentarily forgotten. Her eyes focused on the object in Diana’s hand, and her eyes grew more angry still. “Says the ugly, thieving bitch who stole my birthday present…”

For a moment, the blonde’s delicate features flickered a look of uncertainty, but it quickly disappeared. The girl seemed to assure herself that she could, now, pick a fight with the amazon champion and quite possibly hold her own.

“Ugly?” Wonder Woman intoned, her colorful armor creaking as her well-developed muscles tensed. Her eyes, however, were unable to keep from admiring the sheer magnificence of the sexy girl’s divine body. “I was blessed by Aphrodite herself, destined to be the most beautiful woman ever to walk the earth. I’m a demigoddess!”

Diana’s words seemed to grow softer as she spoke, her voice less certain with every passing second that she ogled the blonde’s staggeringly seductive curves. And her face! Gods! Even Aphrodite herself couldn’t match this girl’s radiant beauty. No mortal woman could be this utterly breathtaking, could she? The powerful aura of dazzlingly sex appeal that emanated from Alyssa’s sensual form drew such a strong reaction that it seemed to almost have physical force. No wonder Kal had described her in such grand terms! She had thought him exaggerating, but he hadn’t been. Not in the least. Diana, no stranger to feelings of attraction toward fit, beautiful women—she was an amazon, after all—felt herself succumbing to the girl’s irresistible allure. Feelings of desire welled within the amazon champion.

Alyssa ignored Diana’s words, allowing her eyes to descend the amazon’s physique with a sneer, clearly noting the vast superiority of her own. “Pretty sure Clark’s going to prefer someone a lot sexier than you. Just ‘cause you’re a superhero, you think you can take my things? You think you can waltz into my boyfriend’s house like you own the place? Well, I’ve got news for you—I don’t take kindly to people taking what’s mine.”

“Your boyfriend?” Diana said, incredulous, blinking in surprise, startled out of the spell the girl’s luscious body had begun to weave over her. “You think Kal is your boyfriend?”

Alyssa’s frown deepened, her expression taking on a hint of worry. “I’ve always wanted him. For years. And just when I’m about to have him, you burst in like the rude bitch that you are. I mean, you keep calling him Kal! You don’t even know his name! You honestly think you have a chance with him? I mean, I was about to do things to him that—”

Diana slapped the girl hard across the face. Alyssa looked surprised, but the amazon’s blow didn’t seem to have hurt her, merely startling her. A fraction of a second later, pain lanced from Diana’s fingers to streak through her entire arm. She grimaced, pulling her hand to her body as it throbbed in agony.

Alyssa’s lips parted, the blonde’s mouth widening in shock. She glanced down at Wonder Woman’s hand as the amazon cradled it to her stomach, then returned her eyes, sparkling with wonder, to the amazon’s.

“That hurt you?” the blonde mused aloud. “But I barely felt it.”

Her mouth closed as her eyes flicked from side to side in rapid thought. Finally, the lithe blonde’s gaze returned to the amazon’s, the corners of her rosy lips turning upward into a confident smile. “I’m stronger than you, aren’t I?”

Before Alyssa had completed the sentence, however, Diana had flashed into action once again, raising her right foot to snap a front kick into the girl’s chiseled abs. It connected with a shockwave that knocked her scientist companion against the nearest wall, sending him sliding down to the floor.

Diana yelped in pain, staggering backward into the interior of the front door, not putting any weight on her injured leg.

Alyssa giggled, delighted that the amazon’s attacks served only to injure her attacker. “So you pretend to be all good and righteous, when you’re really just a thief. You pretend to be all high and mighty, when you’re really just a weak little girl. I barely felt that one either.”

Alyssa took a step forward, grabbing the amazon by her lush, raven mane. “I can’t wait to kick your repulsive ass.”

With that, the gorgeous blonde swung her small fist into Wonder Woman’s armored abs, the blow denting indestructible feminum as the amazon’s lungs were forcefully emptied. Alyssa released her hair, allowing Diana to fall to the floor in utter agony, struggling to breathe.

For a moment, Wonder Woman attempted to rise, placing each hand on the ground in an attempt to push herself up. The reddened hand that she’d used to slap Alyssa began to swell. Diana succeeded in getting herself off the ground, but the pain that wracked her body, along with the lack of oxygen in her aching lungs quickly caught up with her, and she collapsed to the ground once again.

Alyssa walked over to retrieve the platinum orb as it rolled away from her fallen opponent, Wonder Woman having dropped it during their brief, one-sided fight.

As she touched it, slipping it into the band of her skirt, the girl’s body seemed to improve yet again, already arresting curves becoming heartstopping, already defined muscles hardening into absolute feminine steel.

“Oh my God! The Kryptonite’s energy flow is increasing! Its radiation is pouring into her now!” the man from Star Labs exclaimed, examining his equipment from the floor, lying on his side.

Her bare, already-interminable legs adding another inch to her rising height, allowing her to match that of her amazon antagonist, Alyssa took a threatening step toward the prone superhero. Diana finally managed to take in a shaky, shallow breath, despite the intensity of the pain radiating from her battered stomach, but she was far from recovered from the effects of Alyssa’s brutal blow.

Clark grabbed the resplendent blonde by the shoulder from behind. Alyssa turned, giving him a questioning glance. “Don’t tell me you like this pathetic old lady!?”

“Just please don’t hurt her anymore,” Clark rasped, his voice raw with a swirl of conflicting emotions, his tone pleading.

The blonde stunner twisted her chiseled core, placing her fingers in the center of the Man of Steel’s chest, giving him a gentle push that sent him flying back to the sofa. “Okay, Clark. I won’t kill her or anything, but she needs to be taught a lesson for trying to take what’s mine. Besides, I need to get rid of her, so that we can pick up where we left off.” Her huge eyes began to smolder with desire once more. “Don’t worry, Clark. She won’t interrupt us again.”

Alyssa strode to the fallen demigoddess and picked her up by both braceleted wrists. The still-dazed superhero gazed blankly into the younger woman’s eyes. The sexy blonde smirked, then fired a powerful kick into Wonder Woman’s sternum, launching her right out of her bracelets, through the front door and over the horizon.

Alyssa turned toward the scientist, who was still on the ground and hauled him to his feet, setting him down gently before brushing off his shoulders. “Now, some privacy please?”

The man looked helplessly at Clark, shrugged, then hurried out of the house.

Her stunning visage taking on an expression of satisfaction, Alyssa turned toward her would-be lover once again, crushing Wonder Woman’s magically invulnerable gauntlets with a casual curl of her slender fingers. Electricity danced over her hands as she tossed the mangled artifacts aside.

“Now where were we…” Alyssa purred, her leggy form rapidly closing the distance to the wide-eyed Man of Steel, who had again returned to his feet.

“Alyssa, you can’t just go around hurting people!” Clark pleaded, deciding to reason with her rather than fight her, certain that he stood no chance against the girl’s incredible might after what he’d heard his friend from Star Labs say. He couldn’t simply let her manhandle Diana like that without saying anything, even if she was more powerful than he was.

“It was one person, Clark. And she deserved it. I mean, she stole my birthday present! That alone is grounds for a good ass-kicking!” Alyssa crossed her arms under her black silk bra, pushing her spectacular breasts upward, the cups of her garment tearing a bit more from the added pressure.

Clark grabbed her wrist as he walked past her. “Still, she might be hurt. We need to make sure that she’s okay!” He gave her arm a tug, but nothing happened. She might as well have been an iron statue and he a regular human for all the good his previously unmatched strength seemed to do against her.

Alyssa swung the arm that Clark was holding toward the sofa with a casual motion, sending Clark flying back to the couch. The gorgeous blonde’s glimmering blue eyes filled with hurt. “Do you have feelings for her or something? Why are you so worried about her?”

Clark looked down at the floor, terrified at the raw strength he had felt from Alyssa’s arm. The girl had flung his entire body with a single arm—as something of an afterthought! She could handle him as easily as if he were a child! Completely unaccustomed to the feelings of helplessness that consumed him,  he cowered beneath the teen girl’s awesome might.

“She’s my friend,” he murmured, his voice sounding almost ashamed.

Swallowing with trembling lips, Alyssa’s voice shook slightly when she replied, her sultry voice suddenly timid. “Would you rather have her than me?”

Before Clark could answer, a confident voice called out from behind Alyssa. “Hey, blondie! Thanks for taking off the bracelets.”

Alyssa whirled, gasping as she took in the sight of Wonder Woman in her full glory, her strength no longer crippled by the Bracelets of Submission. She strode through the doorway, her gait confident, her blue eyes iridescent, brimming with unspeakable power.

“They’re meant to limit my strength so I don’t lose control and hurt mortals.”

The powerful amazon crossed her arms, adopting an erect posture. She was completely healed, the injuries Alyssa had inflicted on her having completely disappeared.

Smiling as she noticed Alyssa’s wide-eyed stare, Diana continued. “Without them, I’m capable of killing gods. I won’t have any trouble at all handling you.”

The Amazon warrior raised her fists, dropping into a fighting stance, her hard muscles taut, swollen into rippling cables of god-destroying might.

“Diana?” Clark breathed questioningly from the couch, never having before seen Diana looking so formidable. She looked incredibly strong. He could almost believe she really could take down Alyssa.

“Sorry, Kal,” the raven-haired amazon replied, casting a sidelong glance at the Man of Steel. “I never told you because I didn’t want to make you feel insecure. But I’m a lot stronger than you without the bracelets. Easily strong enough to take down this bitch.”

Alyssa’s sapphire eyes narrowed, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. “Let’s just see about that,” the girl seethed, her uncertainty now gone, perfect lips quivering with fury.

“Gladly,” said Diana, and, acting with blinding speed, she leapt before Alyssa could react toward the blonde stunner, her fist sailing directly into the young blonde’s mouth.