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Liam's complaint about Hannah's latest inadequacy was fired into the ether:
"Supergirl: her powers are super sexy!"
The answer came roiling back. Hannah's unjust inferiority to Supergirl and unfair lack of powers that made her super sexy would be set right!
...Too bad correcting these heinous crimes against Hannah's self-worth held the seeds of armageddon...
Down in the city, some 20 miles from the Grant family mansion, the lovely and astonishingly tall Rose Grant bit her lip, concealing a powerful orgasm from the many humans around her in the cafe, though her husband knew the signs too well to be fooled. "Powerful" in this case means "outright superhuman", or more precisely "over a thousand times beyond any human climax".
Hannah's mom shuddered in concealed ecstasy as history rewove itself around her, changing the 7'8" hyper-sexy Mrs. Grant from what the headlines called "an unearthly beauty and the most desirable model in the world" into the secret identity of exiled alien royalty. Rose was now and always had been a living Superwoman, blessed with all the powers of an exceedingly horny version of "Kyptonian". Powers to seduce, dominate, and conquer she'd now had perfect mastery over since puberty. Along the way, Earth's most desirable milf went from a gracefully preserved forty-two to having not aged a day since she was twenty-seven. She'd been an icon in the fashion world, but in this timeline, she was a legend, whispered of in hushed awe.
Shivering with jolts of pleasure that would have murdered 'exceptional-but-still-human Rose' only moments ago, the sensuous goddess let out a soft gasp, putting a layer of frost on the glassware between her and her husband. She'd been momentarily startled by the retroactive creation of a skin-tight super-suit under her summer dress. A sheath of alien cloth gripped her tightly in the moments it took to catch up with her already world-famous breasts suddenly swelling at least 3 cup-sizes as she became a literal "Supermodel".
Mr. Grant looked down at their suddenly chilled plates while brushing frost from his neatly trimmed beard. He smirked. "You don't lose control like that very often. Something rile up your 'monster'?"
Rose relaxed back into her chair, giving the other customers seated at the outdoor cafes a truly exceptional view of her mouthwatering breasts. "I can hear them. Back at the mansion. Our daughter is finally... doing things my way." She laughed, a musical burst of amusement that set her chest wobbling.
"Well, that sounds like cause for celebration." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"It most certainly is." Rose stood assertively, springing up from the chair in a way that didn't quite conform with gravity. The sudden lunge half toppled their small table but she clearly didn't care about the mess. She caught her husband by the wrist and strode away, dragging him along with the same strength that could have towed a fully loaded locomotive behind her with a similar absence of effort.
In moments the horny couple were in a semi-secluded alley. Rose had ripped her dress off with a single sweep of her free hand before blasting her sandals to ash with a glance from her glowing red eyes. Actions which revealed a skin-tight high-cut white leotard that shimmered with a rainbow of tiny alien sigil designs. The top of the garment ran like liquid, a rising tide the covered her shoulders and neck before sheathing her arms in long white sleeves ending in fingerless gloves. A seductively huge keyhole cutout opened to showcase Rose's better-than-anyone (save exactly one) cleavage.
Even having seen it many times before, her husband was left breathless by the dramatic revelation of Rose's true, superhumanly sexy heritage. She loved to fuck and had the combined stamina of a crash of rhinos, but it was rare for her to wear her skinsuit while she used him. And she had never been this much of an exhibitionist. They'd played this game in all kinds of places no one else could reach. An uncharted tropical island. The middle of the Sahara. She fucked him silly on the outside face of Big Ben! But something had changed. This was wilder. She was wilder. His mouth watered in anticipation of what always came next.
She floated upwards, curvaceous legs swaying in the air beneath her, telling gravity to piss right off. She loomed over him like a sex-crazed angel.
"Fuck me now, human." A flash of red heat and his clothes were ash on the breeze. The lower portion of her outfit liquified and ran up her body, leaving her crotch and abdomen bare, presenting her flawless pussy to him at eye level, framed by stunningly broad hips. Then with a laugh, she flopped backward into an invisible bed, levitating horizontally and spreading those long powerful legs like opening scissor blades, daring him to step into their arc and press himself into her waiting folds.
He'd thought calling people 'human' was just something funny she used to say back in high school. Her version of 'hey you'. But then he'd figured out she wasn't from around here. They'd been going steady for months when the scrawny nerd had blossomed into the oh-my-goddess and he'd become the luckiest guy in the world.
"Now, human!"
'Shit she was eager,' he realized. He began his part in the familiar ritual, caressing her feet, stroking her hard beyond steel calves, and brushing his hands along her powerful thighs as he approached her, his dick viciously erect and ready to service his beloved with-
"Oh, Man! What the fuck is this hotness?"
Three shady dudes ducked into the alley following a pair of wealthy tourists. Instead of a quick payday, they came upon a sight that had no equal in anyone's experience: a nearly-naked super sexy woman about to be banged by a totally naked guy while she was floating at the height of his cock!
"Go away," Rose growled without a hint of embarrassment as she caressed herself, her firm breasts jutting skyward.
"Oh. I think we want a piece of thi-"
Rose's eyes narrowed for only a moment before the three men turned to blackened skeletons, and then those skeletons turned into dust already being carried away by a hot wind from the alley.
"Oh, my God! Rose?!"
"I didn't say you could stop, human."
"But you killed them!"
Her only answer was to fold her knees, locking his hips into place as she impaled herself on his still-rigid penis. They both let out gasps of deep satisfaction as she casually bottomed him out. Rose tensed her inner muscles in ways history's most skilled seductresses would kill to be able to mimic, a trick she'd been using to bring him to his knees since they were seniors in high school. Her sweetheart and the only man she'd ever fucked on this pitiful ball of mud. The only human worthy of being the father of her far-more-than-human daughter.
She moaned in increasing pleasure as he resumed his pumping without further coercion. "It's finally happened, my Love." Her hands squeezed her humongous breasts, only slightly dumpling them with the pressure to liquify a tank. "My child has come into her legacy. She's beyond human retribution."
She moaned loudly enough to shake windows and set off car alarms for blocks around. He was uneasy at how she wasn't hiding her powers now.
"That means I can do ANYTHING I want! Anything! Like dump that bitch Megan off at the South Pole or toss your stupid brother's SUV in a volcano. With him in it."
He grimaced at this strange turn in his lover's pillow talk but continued servicing her with steady strokes.
"I'm going to pull the heart out of that photographer who took those unauthorized nudes of me." Her eyes held a note of cruelty he'd never seen before.
He smiled at that one. That fucker deserved it.
She smiled with him, finally certain he was still hers and always would be. "We both know it turns you on. You want to see me unleashed."
He growled, channeling his fading disapproval into futile savagery that only turned his goddess of a wife on even more.
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