Endless Legacy (DC Comics)

A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next four chapters are up on my Patreon for early access as well as the chance to vote on the direction of the story.

Galatea gets precisely what she's hoping for~

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Galatea's eagerness to please is evident from the first moment she manages to extract his cock from its confines and wrap her hands around it. Looking up at him with a coquettish smirk, the alien clone proceeds to slide her hands up and down his member all the while, causing Lucien to hum in appreciation.

If she thought she'd make him groan particularly loudly or come undone from just her palms however, she had another thing coming. Galatea doesn't pout or look disappointed or anything like that though. Instead, after a moment she escalates things by pulling back and shucking off her pajama top, letting her bountiful bosom bounce free.

In terms of chest size, Galatea had the original beat in every possible way, Lucien had to admit. That wasn't to say Kara was particularly small or anything, but her clone's C-Cups distinctly overshadowed her B-Cups. Grinning wickedly now as she gives her own tits a grope and a shake, the blonde leans forward and wraps them around his hardening cock.

Face growing reddened and flushed, its Galatea's turn to moan as she begins to give him a boobjob right then and there in his private office, moving her upper body up and down gracefully while her tits positively glide along his warm, growing shaft.

Eventually though, she runs into a not-so-small problem. Namely, the tip of his fully erect member pushing up out of the top of her cleavage and coming dangerously close to smacking her in the face. Galatea slows for a moment at this before solving the problem in the best way possible… by opening wide and engulfing the head of his cock with her mouth.

As she takes him between her lips, Lucien finally lets out a groan of enjoyment, even as he plants a hand on top of her head. While his fingers splay across her scalp, Galatea takes the noise as evidence that she's doing something right and redoubles her actions.

Sliding her breasts faster and harder up and down his length, sucking all the more dutifully at his cockhead, the blonde alien clone starts to go wild. But Lucien doesn't mind. He approves of her… enthusiasm. Part of him does wonder where it's coming from, but the greater whole is just enjoying the ride.

Eventually, Galatea's sheer eagerness to please prompts her to abandon the titjob half of the equation so that she can take more and more of his cock into her vacuum-like mouth. Her bountiful chest falls to the wayside, bouncing and jiggling all the while even as she grabs hold of his legs with both hands and begins doing her best to positively INHALE the rest of his cock.

Of course, she's not exactly a master at suppressing her gag reflex or anything like that, so soon enough the office fills with the sounds of her self-inflicted gagging and choking.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Lucien allows this to continue for a time, enjoying the feeling of her throat convulsing around his throbbing member very much. Watching her cheeks and neck bulge while involuntary tears streak down her face… well, it's a rather appetizing view. He's a bad man like that, he supposes.

However, her desperation is a little less sexy. She's too enthusiastic. TOO eager to please. He's beginning to suspect she's going to hurt herself just to make him happy and that… that's not something he will allow.

Slowly, Lucien tightens his grip on Galatea's hair. His hand atop her head, having carded through her blonde locks to massage at her scalp, tightens and holds her, stopping her dead in her tracks. Galatea freezes up at this, staring up at him with big, soulful blue eyes like she's afraid she did something wrong.

He smiles down at her gently, even as his grip is anything but. Pulling her off of his cock, Lucien draws Galatea up to her feet and grabs one of her tits with his free hand, giving it a solid, forceful grope.

"You did well, Tea… but now it's my turn."

Admittedly, this is an educated guess based on her reactions back in the laboratory when he'd stopped her in her tracks and subsequently taken charge of the situation from then on out. As expected however, it pays off as Galatea's pupils dilate and her breathing becomes distinctly uneven. Her nipples harden even further under his groping palm and she nods rapidly as best she can with the hold he has on her hair.

Chuckling, Lucien continues to casually play with her body for a bit longer before finally spinning them both around. His desk is right behind them, and he wastes no time in pushing Galatea face down atop it, bending her over right then and there.

In response, the blonde clone doesn't hesitate to 'present' herself either. The size of her tits make it harder for Galatea to fully press herself flat against the desk, but she does her best anyways, lifting her hips high at the same time that she spreads her legs.

The end result is that she's standing on her tip toes and presenting her ass to him. From there, Lucien grabs the cute little pajama shorts she has on and tears them away to reveal her glistening wet pussy lips. As expected, she only gets more turned on by the light cotton garment being torn off her body, moaning wantonly and wiggling her ass back and forth for him in anticipation.

But he doesn't fuck her immediately. Instead, stroking his cock with one hand, Lucien reaches out and slides his other hand along her sex, palming and cupping her cunt for a moment before drilling his middle and ring fingers up into her.

Galatea shudders, mewling as her tight wet insides flex around his digits, which Lucien quickly sets pistoning at a punishing pace. The sound of his fingers wetly going in and out of her fills the office in moments, mixing with her noises of enjoyment and pleasure. Until finally, Lucien curls his fingers back upon themselves, raking them across her insides.

Back arching, head tossing upwards, the alien clone cums explosively from the action, her entire body tensed like a bowstring before he curls his digits. Squealing loudly, she spasms for several long moments before slumping forward, panting heavily from the release.

Lucien just smiles, giving her a few seconds to recover before at long last applying his cock to her waiting wet slit. A whimpering groan leaves Galatea's lips as he stretches her overly sensitive lower lips out with his shaft. Inch after inch disappears inside of her, and she feels that all the more acutely thanks to the orgasm he already pushed out of her.

Enjoying her quivering, trembling and shivering for a long moment, Lucien pauses as he hilts inside of Galatea. Not moving, he waits a beat before reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up and making her back arch even more.

"Tell me Tea… why did you decide to seduce me this quickly?"

"W-What? I-mmph!"

He gives her hair a tug to cut her off, making a 'tsking' noise as he shakes his head back and forth.

"The truth now. Be honest with me, always."

His authoritative tone brooks no argument and that obviously does something for her because Tea's cunt walls subsequently tighten up around his pulsing cock. Still, Lucien doesn't move a muscle and eventually the blonde realizes he's going to wait her out.

She still remains silent for a long moment, just long enough that he begins to question whether she'll actually give in or not… but finally, she lets out a shuddering breath.

"… I wanted to beat Match to the punch, sir."

Lucien raises an eyebrow at her muttered admission. Match? Seriously? He tilts his head to the side, considering it briefly. In the end… he can sort of see it. After all, for Galatea, he'd upended her entire world. And sure, by the end of things she had a lot of reasons to be grateful to him, not least of which was the removal of the capsule embedded in her spine. But by comparison, Lucien had been Match's salvation every step of the way.

Still, he got the impression that the clone of Superman and Wonder Woman wouldn't rush to do anything too reckless. Even her killing of Professor Hamilton had ultimately been as decisive and calculated as it was impassioned. No, out of the two of them, Galatea was far more of a reckless and over-eager sort… just like the original.

Chuckling softly, Lucien nods in understanding.

"I get it. Though you should be aware that I am a man with… varied tastes. I have many women who have shared my bed at one time or another, and many women who will share it again in the future. You've already met some of them."

Galatea shivers, blushing hard as she no doubt finds herself imagining him with Blackfire and Mercy in his mind's eye.

Lucien, meanwhile, hums as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of the blonde, fucking her gorgeous body from behind as the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh start to steadily fill the office. As he does so, he also leans forward over her, covering her with his broader torso.

"It will be up to you to decide whether you want this to just be a one-off or if you can stand to share me, Tea. Because if you can't, then you won't be able to stay by my side."

That alarms her more than anything else. It's unfortunate really, because Lucien would have been happy if he could have set her and Match up somewhere else with their own lives where they wouldn't be so… beholden to him. Alas, it's obvious that they've both latched onto him quite thoroughly. Almost like a pair of imprints.

"I… I understand. I-mmph!"

Reaching out, Lucien covers Galatea's mouth with his hand, cutting her off before she can finish what she's trying to say. After a moment, he slides the hand across her face and instead pushes fingers into her mouth, hooking them in the side as she gurgles.

"I don't want you to give me an answer just yet, Tea. I want you to think about it for at least a while. I want you to be sure. And most of all… I want you to experience everything I have to offer first."

Galatea whimpers, looking up at him upside down even as Lucien gives her a wicked grin. A moment later, he starts to fuck her for real. She wanted him… she got him. She got ALL of him.

The resulting plowing renders even his reinforced desk unusable by the time they're done. It's supposed to be strong enough to handle enhanced strength, but it's still limited to earth materials at the end of the day and really, there's not a piece of furniture on the planet that can survive the fucking of two Kryptonian-level individuals.

Meanwhile, by the time he's done fucking Galatea silly and has pulled out to cover her face and tits with his load, she's cum more times than Lucien has bothered to keep track of. Orgasming upon his cock over and over again, she's delirious by the end of things, though that doesn't stop her from sticking her tongue out and doing her level best to catch as much of his seed as possible.

With the desk destroyed and Galatea fucked senseless, Lucien sighs… and then smiles as he reaches down and picks the blonde up in a bridal carry.

"Let's go get cleaned up, shall we?"

After all, aftercare was important.

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"W-Will that be all, sir?"

"Hm? Oh, yes. Dismissed Ms. Danvers."

Kara lets out a breath of relief, even as she turns towards the door to Lucien Luthor's office. She wasn't sure how much longer she could spend in his presence, especially given the way things had been going so far.

It had been weeks now since she'd been promoted to Lucien's personal assistant. As his secretary, one would assume that it would make her true mission so much easier for her. After all, she had unmitigated access to LexCorp now, right?

Wrong. Yes, she did have that unmitigated access… but it wasn't good enough. Kara had done as much digging as she reasonably could while still juggling her workload and also making sure she didn't get caught, but she hadn't found a damn thing!

If she didn't know any better, Kara might think that she'd been wrong and LexCorp was actually as clean as any corporation its size possibly could be. Sure, there was probably still some corruption and mismanagement somewhere in the utterly massive business, but it didn't seem to be anywhere at the top of the corporate structure.

But that didn't make any SENSE! Lucien was the son of Lex Luthor! He had to be a bad guy!

Except… not even her subconscious mind was agreeing with that assessment anymore. For a while now, Kara's dreams had been plagued with visits by the man. Lucien had begun to feature in more and more of her sleeping. She was… she was having sex dreams about her boss.

Things like him calling her into his office and bending her over his desk. Or having her visit him at his home so she could… take care of him outside of work hours.

Now to be fair, he'd never done a single one of those things to her. Even though she was his personal work assistant, she still had yet to be brought into his home life. Lucien Luthor had been the perfect gentleman and even the perfect superior… so far anyways.

Her brain was playing tricks on her, that was all. She was trying to find anything wrong with him, and that's why she'd begun dreaming about him abusing his power over her in such a way. Except… except why did she find it so arousing then? Why was the idea of him taking charge and bending her over to fuck her so damn hot?

"Oh! Kara, there is one last thing."

Stiffening, the blonde freezes with her hand just inches away from the office door. Hiding her true thoughts, she does an about face and gives Lucien a broad smile.

"Yes Mister Luthor?"

"I wanted to make sure I could count on you later tonight."

For a brief, humiliating moment, Kara's mind bluescreens. Count on her? Later tonight? He couldn't possibly be talking about what she thought he was talking about!

Reading her blank expression, Lucien raises an eyebrow in response.

"You know… the Lord Gala? I'll be taking Blackfire as my plus one, but I still want you there and on hand just in case, alright?"

… Oh. Right. God she was such an idiot sometimes. The Lord Gala, hosted by Lena Lord, the young CEO of Lord Enterprises. A desperate attempt to find her footing after that whole mess with her father, Maxwell Lord. Kara had known about it of course, but in the moment…

"Of course sir. I'll be there, I promise."

Lucien smiles and nods.

"Very good. I'll see you then."

Fuck. She hated how that smile made her feel. What the hell was going on with her?!

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The Vote:

[X] Stick with Kara's POV for the Gala - 83%

[ ] Switch to Lucien's POV for the Gala - 17%

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