Supergirl/Batgirl Dreams of her Wedding Night.

(Original Version)

By Barnabus

Started before 2/04

(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 don’t have any Kryptonite available, bondage would’t 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. I’m 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 you’ll 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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I appreciate your comments, both positive and negative.

Feedback is welcome at barnabus329@hotmail.com.

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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 else’s, 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 didn’t make sense.

Now, in the security of her own bedroom, Supergirl’s 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 Victoria’s Secret, but it didn’t have the blatant ‘sex for sale’ feeling that many of those gowns convey. It didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 Linda’s 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 didn’t 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 person’s 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 couldn’t 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.

“I’ve got to stop. I don’t want to hurt you!” she blurted out.

“It’s 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. There’s not enough Kryptonite there to cause you discomfort, but there is enough to keep you from hurting me. We’ve 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 hadn’t remembered something this important until he had mentioned it to her.

Assured that she didn’t 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 didn’t press deeply into her, and she was glad because she didn’t 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 principal’s 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 don’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t used to pain. Pain was something that didn’t happen to Supergirl and she didn’t know how to handle it. She willed her body to submit because she didn’t 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 Linda’s 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 I’m glad that that’s 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 husband’s attentions to her. Idly, she wondered if she’d have to change her name to SuperWoman now that he’d 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 hadn’t 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 Supergirl’s wedding night had been a success.

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Chapter 3 – Supergirl wakes.

Linda’s 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. Hadn’t 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’ she’d heard people refer to. The wet spot wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 shouldn’t 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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I appreciate your comments, both positive and negative.

Feedback is welcome at barnabus329@hotmail.com.

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Started 1/7/04

1/7/04 – 180 min – thru writing. – p 5. 2909 WORDS. Total = 180 min

1/8 – 60 min – hskp 3317 Words.

1/10/03 - 225 min - thru reading and polishing.

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