Supergirl/Batgirl Dreams of her Wedding
Night.
(Original Version)
By
Barnabus
(M/F, romance,
Supergirl, first time)
SUBJECT:
Supergirl dreams of her wedding night.
WARNING:
This is an adult romance story, containing sensitive material
of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual, "vanilla"
sex. If you find such
material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass
this story for one more suitable for
you.
This story wrote itself in about three
hours. It is essentially unchanged
from the original draft. Before
the first draft of this story was finished, I knew that I would also be preparing
a rewrite that would be longer and
hotter. Maybe even
including some (gasp)
bondage!
Both versions have been completed and should be posted on this
site. (Since I dont have
any Kryptonite available, bondage wouldt work for
Supergirl. Therefore, the rewritten
version features Batgirl.) For
the sake of the record: in this story, Supergirl has reached the appropriate
age of consent in her jurisdiction.
Supergirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am
simply borrowing her for a while to introduce her to a sex
life. This is a work of
fan-fiction. This story
is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial
profit is expected to be made from it.
It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided
the sites are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires
a "membership fee" of any kind.
Im giving up on the adult verification
sites. Therefore, this
story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is
involved. (If you copy this
story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I
can see where my work is going.
Who knows? Maybe youll
introduce me to a new favorite website!)
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Like most stories
of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel), the characters
are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed,
and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place.
.
. It is as if the story
had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
Birth
control is used in this story.
And, of course, in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know
that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities
and wish to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of
disease.
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Chapter 1 Supergirl
Dreams
As Linda Danvers was drifting from consciousness,
she adjusted her position slightly to be more
comfortable. Sleep was always
a pleasant interlude in a life that varied from total boredom to massive
excitement and vigorous activity.
Her thoughts became disconnected and gradually drifted off into
nothingness as peace settled over her in the comfort of her own bed and the
safety of her own apartment.
Sleep for Supergirl was almost the same as
it was for anyone else.
A grad student had asked her to do a sleep study at the University
to see if her sleep pattern was significantly different from anyone elses,
and she had readily agreed. When
the lab technician had wired her up to check her brain waves and muscle
reactions, her x-ray vision had revealed that most of the college faculty
was observing her in a nearby room on closed circuit video as she prepared
for the night. (Even college
professors can be closet voyeurs, she realized, especially when it was for
the cause of research.)
When the study was completed, Supergirl had met with the student doing
the study and was not surprised to find his faculty advisor sitting in on
the meeting. She had not
expected the results to indicate how normal and human
her sleep was. Her sleep patterns were similar to most people, with light
sleep, deep sleep, REM sleep.
She had several dreams during the course of the night, but remembered
very few of them. Like most
people, some dreams were pleasant, some were nightmares, and some just
didnt make sense.
Now, in the security of her own bedroom, Supergirls night started
the same as any other night.
Dreams came and evaporated.
Then a different dream began to coalesce in her unconscious
state. If she had thought about
it, she would have known it was a dream.
It had to be. There was disjointedness to it typical of dreams,
and the details of real life were missing as they always are in a
dream.
But she knew where she was and what was
happening. She knew that this was her wedding night as she
felt her husband slide under the covers beside
her. She rolled and cradled
her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, drawing her safely to
him. For a moment, she was disturbed
and wondered why she was wearing her regular pajamas on her wedding
night. But even as she thought
about it, the pajamas began to shimmer and transformed into a long, white,
virginal night gown that was both modest but alluring at the same
time. The gown might have come
from Victorias Secret, but it didnt have the blatant
sex for sale feeling that many of those gowns
convey. It didnt disturb
her that the gown buttoned down the front just the same way that her pajamas
had.
Her husband gently kissed her forehead and caressed her
cheek. That gentle caress stirred
her, making her feel beautiful.
Magazines and newspapers always said she was beautiful, but his stroking
of her face made her really feel
beautiful. She raised her face
to him and their lips met in a long, gentle
kiss It was dark in the
room and she couldnt see his face although his cheek was smooth as
though he had just shaved (she knew that he had) and there was an understated
scent of cologne that she really
enjoyed.
His hand stroked her arm in a way that was both familiar, and sensual
at the same time, and she pressed her lips harder against
his. She ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel
of his muscles beneath his white silk
pajamas.
His hand returned to caress her throat, then dropped to the top button
of her nightgown. Supergirl
rolled away from him just enough so that he could have free access to the
buttons. Although he had held
her and caressed her, the fact that he had not yet touched her breasts made
her tingle with anticipation. The
top button opened, and his hand ran down her breastbone to the next button,
studiously avoiding actually touching her
mounds. His lips moved to her
collarbone and he began nibbling on her skin where her throat met her
chest.
The second button opened and the light constraint of her gown against
her breasts relaxed. His
lips moved downward following her breastbone gently separating the nightgown
enough that he could kiss her.
Another button opened and Supergirl enjoyed a feeling of self-imposed
paralysis as his face continued to kiss its way down her chest, gently nuzzling
the material aside with his nose and
chin. His cheek grazed
the inside of her breast and she reveled in the
feeling.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the last button opened
and his hand flattened itself against her belly, gently moving to the side,
taking the gown with it. His
face pushed the gown sideways and he kissed his way to the edge of her breast
and began to climb her mountain.
Most of her breast was still covered by the material as his lips touched
the edge of her nipple sending satisfying jolts of eroticism throughout her
frame.
It was Lindas wedding night and she meant to enjoy it as she
moved her torso, pressing her breast and nipple toward his
lips. His hand rose, pushing
the gown to the side revealing all of her
breast. His kisses explored
the topography of her mount, eventually taking her nipple in his mouth and
sucking gently. Linda brought
up her hand to steady her breast, offering it to his lips as his sucking
generated excitement thought her body, centering in her
womanhood. She watched as he
suckled on her and she clearly saw her breast proudly presenting itself to
her husband and soon to be lover.
If she had thought about it, she would have wondered why she could
see her own breast clearly, but his face seemed to remain in the
shadows. But it didnt
matter. They were married, this
was their wedding night and it was time to consummate their
marriage.
Linda felt a twinge of
nervousness. She reveled in
his ministrations to her breast, but she experienced the same fear that any
virgin bride feels. Linda had
never had sex. She was a virgin,
never having had a real relationship of any kind with a
man. She had never even dated
much because of the likelihood of being called into service as Supergirl
at any moment. Her schedule
was too erratic for any kind of real social
life. Now, here she was on her
wedding night, in bed with her husband.
And she knew what happened on a persons wedding
night. She found herself captured
between fear of what was coming and the incredible erotic yearnings she was
receiving from his gentle, but possessive ministrations to her
breast.
His hand moved down her side and began pushing her bottoms downward
over her hips. She lifted herself
enough so that he could press the garments downward and she actively helped
him in the project. Soon
her bottoms had slipped over her heels and his hand had returned to her stomach
briefly before sliding downward to cup her mound of
Venus.
Supergirl couldnt believe the stimulation she received from
the combination his hand below and his lips still sucking
above.
Suddenly, she was afraid, not for herself but for
him.
Ive got to
stop. I dont want
to hurt you! she blurted out.
Its alright, he reassured
her. I wearing a thin
glove that has small amounts of Kryptonite in it that will protect my
hand. And we have some
kryptonite-laced condoms.
Theres not enough Kryptonite there to cause you discomfort,
but there is enough to keep you from hurting
me. Weve talked about
this before. And immediately,
she knew that they had.
His voice sounded both familiar, but unfamiliar at the same
time. Linda realized that these
were the first words he had spoken since he came to
bed. Somehow that seemed
strange. But his words immediately
reassured her and calmed her anxieties.
In the back of her mind, she wondered why she hadnt remembered
something this important until he had mentioned it to
her.
Assured that she didnt have to worry about hurting her husband,
Linda sank back into the bed and wallowed in the sensation of his lips gently
sucking her and his hand, softly massaging and exploring her
pubis. Without looking, she reached out to find the buttons
on his pajama tops and open them.
She was vaguely aware of a popping sound as she opened one of the
buttons.
Chapter 2 the dream
culminates
He never touched her clitoris directly, but his gentle manipulations
were raising Linda to higher and higher levels of
excitement. She was pressing her hips into his hand and felt
an enormous sense of loss when he had to take his hand away as she slipped
his pajama top off of his shoulder and down his
arm. Happily, his hand returned
immediately, and his fingers moved lower to gently separate her labia majora
and move between them. Linda
felt her dampness and let her knees
separate. Impatiently, she began
fumbling to push his pajama pants
downward. Again his hand left
her as the pajamas were disposed of.
Then, he snuggled closer to her and she felt his naked body come into
contact with hers as his hand returned to explore her
further. She recognized the
touch of his erect penis against her
side. Her entire being was becoming
hotter as his fingers searched out her most intimate
spots Briefly, she yearned
to reach out and touch and hold his penis, but she felt much too shy to take
such bold action. Maybe
later!
Linda gasped and stiffened as his finger entered
her. Breathing rapidly, she let her body relax as best she
could. Enormous heat and excitement
passed through her most private parts.
He didnt press deeply into her, and she was glad because she
didnt want to lose her hymen to his
finger. But she loved
her husband. She was thrilled
that he would be her first. If
he wanted to use . . . his finger . . .
Once again, he moved away.
Linda felt frustrated at his absence until she realized from his movements
that he was putting on the condom.
Suddenly and irrationally frightened, Supergirl closed her
eyes. The moment of truth was at hand and she was both eager
and impatient, but also she was scared and terribly
nervous. With her hands balled
into fists by her side, she felt like a chastised schoolgirl waiting for
the principals next words.
Within moments, her husband rolled back to her and put one knee between
her thighs. Terrified
and reluctant, she momentarily resisted this intrusion between her
legs. It took an act of will
to release her thighs. He shifted and his entire weight settled, separating her
knees.
Gingerly, she put her arms around him as she felt her breasts flatten
beneath his weight. She loved
him. He was her husband.
He was about to take was rightfully his to take, and she felt exhilarated
as she anticipated giving it.
Linda stopped breathing as she felt him coming into contact with her
and gently move between her lips.
She drew her heels toward her body so she could let her knees open
wider. He moved deeper into
her and she felt herself expanding to receive
him. Suddenly, she stiffened
as she felt pressure against her maidenhead and she clutched him to
her. Did he know he was pressing
against the proof of her innocence?
I know, he whispered into her
ear. I dont want
to hurt you! Try to
relax!
He knew! Enormous relief
flooded through Linda. He
knew! And he was concerned for
her! How strange
it was that someone didnt want to hurt
her! She had spent her life
keeping other people from getting hurt.
Now someone, her husband, wanted to keep her from being
hurt!
Supergirl relaxed her body.
She didnt want her super strength to interfere with his taking
of her virginity, winning her innocence.
Slowly, he pressed further and the pressure
increased. So did the
pain! Linda wasnt used
to pain. Pain was something
that didnt happen to Supergirl and she didnt know how to handle
it. She willed her body to submit because she didnt
want to refuse her husband. She
turned her face away to keep him from seeing her
discomfort. The pressure
increased.
Suddenly, without warning, her hymen ripped and he pushed through
with a satisfied sigh. A deep
groan, almost like a death rattle, escaped from Lindas
lips. It hurt like
hell! But at the same time,
she experienced the satisfaction of her husband moving deeper into
her. He froze and waited for
her. The intimacy of having
her husband inside her was incredibly rewarding, she was more than willing
to suffer the short period of pain for the rewarding satisfaction she sensed
in her husband, as indicated by his moan.
Are you all right? he asked.
Linda smiled at him.
I am now! she
replied. But Im
glad that thats over!
She wrapped her legs around him and rolled her hips up toward him
as she used her legs to pull him into
her. He backed
off momentarily, and then pressed
deeper. After two or three thrusts,
Linda felt his pelvis touch hers and their pubic hair
meshed. He was all the way in
her, and she pressed her hips against his.
He began thrusting and she rolled her hips to meet his
thrust. Both were grunting in
time with their thrusts and she sensed the pleasure and satisfaction her
husband was drawing from their
lovemaking. The pain of her
deflowering was gone, but there was still a slight residual
soreness. But that was nothing
when compared to the satisfaction she felt from her husbands attentions
to her. Idly, she wondered if
shed have to change her name to SuperWoman now that hed made
a woman of her.
He began speeding up and breathing faster and Linda matched him thrust
for thrust. Although he
never achieved super speeds, he was obviously becoming more excited
and more consumed with her.
He pressed deeper and she clutched him to
her. He stiffened, then
frantically began pounding as he poured his seed into
her. His climax seemed
to go on and on and Linda clutched him to her as she felt her body trying
to milk every last drop of semen from him, even though she knew his seed
was being captured in the Kryptonite
condom. Linda hadnt climaxed,
but her husband had! That was
all that was truly important!
They had consummated their
marriage. And she smiled,
secure in the knowledge that Supergirls wedding night had been a
success.
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Chapter 3 Supergirl
wakes.
Lindas eyes snapped open as she awoke with a
start. She was breathing heavily
and sweat seemed to be dripping from her
body.
Relaxing back into the mattress, she took a deep
sigh. And she smiled with pleasure,
remembering her dream. That
was one dream that she was glad she
remembered. She felt weak as
she re-lived the experience in her memory, and without thinking her hand
moved to her womanhood. She
was wet! Very
wet! Yes,
indeed! That had been
some dream! Idly she wondered
if a girl could have a wet
dream. Obviously she could,
because she felt the evidence with her own
fingers.
Absently, she slipped out from under the covers to go to the
bathroom. She hesitated as she
stood next to the bed.
Hadnt she worn pajamas when she went to
bed? Absently, she pulled her
pajama tops from the tangled bedclothes and started to slip them over her
shoulders. There were streaks
of blood on her inner thighs! Was
it her virginal blood? As disturbing
as this recognition was, her concern quickly faded as she remembered it had
been her wedding night. Or had
it?
She went to the bathroom to clean herself
off. When she returned from
the bathroom, she surveyed the rumpled bed looking for her pajama
bottoms. She flicked on the
light and pulled the covers back, finding her pajama bottoms lost at the
bottom of the bed. Picking them
up, she stepped into them and her eyes came to rest on a wet spot in the
bed. Remembering her dream,
she wondered if this was a famous wet spot shed heard people
refer to. The wet spot wasnt
that big, but she acknowledged that her dream must have been awfully realistic
for her to produce a wet spot as big as it
was. She looked closer and found
a streak of blood, her blood. She
drew on her x-ray vision, trying to see if there was any semen in the wet
spot.
She didnt see any sperm but she remembered
the condom. But then she saw
something else. She reached
into the covers and retrieved a button with a small patch of white silk still
attached to it. Holding the
button up, she observed that it wasnt from her
pajamas.
Linda knew she should be upset and shocked by this evidence in her
bed, but immediately she calmed down and knew that there was nothing to be
upset about. For a moment, she
wondered why she shouldnt be upset by what she had
discovered. But without explanation,
her concerns faded from her mind.
She pulled the used linen from the bed and put it to the
hamper. Getting clean
sheets, she quickly made the bed.
Then she paused for a moment.
Making a decision, she went to the kitchen and picked up a pair of
scissors and returned to the hamper.
Taking the sheet, she carefully cut out a patch containing the wet
spot and blood traces. She put
the piece of material in her night stand drawer and dropped the rest of the
sheet into a wastebasket.
Linda smiled as she turned off the
light. She had enjoyed her
dream. She was glad she could
remember it. As she slipped
back between the sheets, she hoped she would be able to enjoy that dream
again.
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