"Hmmm…" The girl held the rat with her gloved left hand and shoved a needle in her vulva, spraying my semen directly inside the womb. Not much though, just a normal rat-uterus sized amount of cum.
"Have I mentioned how bad of an idea this is?" I looked over past the girl and smiled wryly at the churning white sludge in the half-full fish tank.
"It's fine. Don't worry so much, Clark. We haven't had any serious issues yet." She looked over towards the other rats in cages, who for the most part, seemed extremely normal. Nothing strange at all. As if they were totally healthy and hadn't been experimented on with my sperm.
"It's only been a week." I scanned through their bodies and didn't notice any weird genetic mutations, cancerous growths or well, anything odd. Except for the fact that my sperm cells were congregating in their wombs. "Are you trying to make Skaven? 'Cause this is how you get Skaven."
"Skaven are awesome." Lena said those ominous words very casually, "But I was just testing whether the sperm cells would have a negative effect on their bodies."
"They seem fine, but they're not humans. If you put a human egg in their womb, my sperm cells will impregnate it and… Well, I don't know if anything else will come of it. But I don't wanna create a bunch of superbabies all of a sudden. Especially don't want to use my own children for science experiments."
"The semen lotion is working like I expected." Lena pointed to a bald mouse that had very smooth and flawless skin.
"Okay, but unfortunately it's kinda useless if mere contact with my super-semen will allow my sperm cells to penetrate your skin and quickly reach your womb or even the eggs in your ovaries." I noticed that the sperm cells had been building up in Martha's ovaries and uterus too.
There haven't been any negative issues yet, but it's definitely kinda creepy and scary. Because they just don't die. They're basically immortal. Just like my blood cells, which is why I don't piss, or my skin cells, which is why I don't shed any skin. I don't even lose hair.
Unless I'm under Red Sunlight. Then I'll become mortal.
Still OP, but within the range of a normal lifeform. It also creates the problem where I'm leaving my Kryptonian DNA behind.
On the other hand, my DNA is also subject to the Red Sunlight and will decompose over time. It becomes susceptible to bacteria, viruses and microorganisms.
Which made me worried that those microbial organisms would gain super powers under the Yellow Sun. But uh… Nope. Nothing really happens.
In fact, nothing really happens with these mice either. Their bodies absorb my seminal fluid and it has a minor rejuvenating effect.
But it's nothing particularly amazing by DC Universe standards. We killed some cockroaches and tried to resurrect them with my cum. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work.
"Rather than semen, I think blood would be more useful." I mean, we did try blood out and noticed some interesting effects.
But ultimately, it wasn't like the mice became supermice. They just died. Seriously, you can't just inject human blood into a mouse and expect everything to be fine, not to mention Kryptonian blood.
I remember some version of Beast Boy was just a human kid before he got a blood transfusion from Miss Martian and casually gained the ability to shapeshift to a certain extent.
Oh, and he turned green. Even though Miss Martian is a White Martian… But I guess she was shapeshifted as a Green Martian at the time? I don't know, I never watched the show. Just read some fanfics.
"Under Red Sunlight, my sperm cells die in only an hour outside my body. Under Yellow Sunlight they're immortal. Inside the human body, under Yellow Sunlight, they're also immortal. But I feel like the solution would be to create some kinda nanites to eliminate the sperm cells." I really wanted to fuck girls without thinking so much, but the girls I wanna fuck are people I really care about. I don't want their ovaries to explode.
"Clark, have you considered that the simplest solution is to just… Control them yourself?" Lena looked over at me with a smirk under her mask.
"Uh… I mean… How? Just will the sperm cells die?" I thought about it, focusing on the sperm cells within one of the mice.
I tried really hard to kill them metaphysically, but nothing happened. Then I got closer and picked up the mouse.
My Biological Forcefield entered inside the body. It contacted the sperm cells. I thought about them dying, but it didn't really do anything. Instead, I thought about them moving away from the uterus, into the vaginal canal and then out of the body… And it actually worked.
"I can apparently mind-control my sperm cells." It was so fucking dumb, but I'm a Kryptonian. This is kinda normalish in terms of the crazy shit we can do… Makes more sense than the Cryokinetic Breath at least. Still haven't figured out how the fuck that one works yet.
"I know this might be strange coming from me, but you think too much." The little scientist rubbed her face against my chest and breathed in my scent, "Your powers are amazing, but you're trying too hard to quantify and understand them."
"I know. As usual, you're my adorable genius." I tossed the rat back in the cage and flicked the sperm cells into the aquaricum, then I hugged the girl against my body and inhaled the scent of her hair carefully. Always have to be careful. Constantly. Can't lose control for even a moment.
"It doesn't take a genius to figure something like that out, Clark." She looked up and pecked my lips quickly, then turned around again to continue her experiments.
I looked down and saw that she was still menstruating. I've gotten used to being able to just look through a person's body without a second thought. Thankfully it doesn't bombard them with X-Rays.
"I should probably go home and check on my parents." I put my hands on her waist and kissed the right side of her neck, "Love you, Lena."
"Love you too, Clark." As soon as she said that, I was gone. But even a few seconds later, when I was a mile away, I could hear her saying: "Can you pick me up a pizza for lunch?"
She had personal chefs that could make her gourmet meals whenever she wanted, but she still liked ordering food from the only Pizzeria in Smallville. They also had subs, salads and other stuff.
"Okay then." She didn't have super hearing, but it was easy enough to pull out my little flip-phone and send a text.
It was early February and still freezing cold. Snow was still covering most of the fields and trees I saw. I left my lab coat behind and was just wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and blue jeans. Yeah, I don't run around half-naked all the time. No pockets.
Pretty soon, I had to slow down and then eventually stop in front of my house. It only took a few seconds to sprint dozens of miles. About 3 miles per second. Almost 11k miles per hour. And I'm still slow in the DC Universe.
…
Dad wasn't home. Didn't need to scan the house for that, because I could see the truck was missing. I opened the door and closed it quietly behind me. The fireplace was crackling. A beautiful ginger woman was sitting on the couch and staring at the flames.
"Clark, do you think I'm going to Hell when I die?" She suddenly asked as I took off my shoes.
"Depends on how you die." I took off my socks and left them in the shoes. Neither were dirty, at least not from being outside. I can protect my clothes just as easily as my own flesh.
"How do you think I'll die?" She looked over towards my direction and those blue eyes didn't seem particularly sad.
"Unnatural causes." I didn't bother sugar-coating it, "Sooner or later, someone is going to kill you to get revenge on me or you'll die from some crazy accident I couldn't predict or prevent."
"Clark…" Reached out from under the thick blue blanket and hugged me as I walked over to the couch. I sat down next to her, cuddling up against her right side, "I'm sorry. I was supposed to be your guardian and protector, your mother… But I ended up being the one that hurt you the most."
"Mom, I love you." I held her cold hands and looked into her eyes, "You never hurt me by playing with my dick." I ran my right hand up her right thigh and grabbed a fist-full of ginger pubes, tugging on them slightly as she trembled, "It was the yelling and the screaming that hurt me. Distancing yourself from me instead of just giving into your desires and making us both happy."
"I'm sorry-nnm~!" Martha moaned as I pulled her right titty out of her black nightgown, sucking her nipple into my mouth. Then she murmured, "I'm sorry for being such a terrible mother." as my fingers stretched out her slimy cunt.
I gave her nipple a few sucks before I pulled back with a *pop* and smirked up at that beautiful face,"You're not a terrible mother. You just ended up with a horny bastard for a son."
"You're not a bastard." She leaned down to kiss my lips and then ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked on her nipple again, "But you're definitely a horny boy. I can't help wondering what your homeworld must have been like if everyone was as powerful and lustful-nnm~ as you."
I mean, Lust takes many forms. But I have a feeling that they were mostly just Prideful, more than anything else. I don't know if they actually had sex at all on Krypton. They did have a marriage. It wasn't totally impossible for married men and women to produce offspring the old fashioned way, but I think it was frowned upon and considered wrong by their society as a whole. I don't know whether they even gave birth or if they just used artificial wombs. The typical Kryptonian likely had no sex drive.
On the other hand, in most stories, both Superman and Supergirl had normal human sex drives and desires. I think my past life as a virgin has made me hornier on a psychological level, which affects my physical body.
"Your father will be home soon." She patted my back and told me, "Here, sit down and let me calm you down a bit." Then my mother got down on her knees and unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my ankles, along with my boxers. I causally kicked them off to the side. Then I took off my shirt and tossed it to the side.
"Have you had sex with Lena yet?" Mom asked as she stroked my cock. Then she licked up the precum that leaked out.
"I was afraid my sperm might hurt her before… Now she's on her period and doesn't wanna do anything." I ran my fingers through her auburn hair and watched her slurp on my cock while stroking the base. She also played with my balls gently.
"She jerks me off a lot though." I smirked, remembering all the times that brat made me cum the past week, "It turns you on so much, doesn't it? Thinking about the two of us together."
"Nmm-mmnm~!" She sucked and slurped, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue whipped around the end of my prick. I was so much bigger now than back when she first sucked me off. But I was still only nine. I still had more growing to do…
"I'm gonna fuck her on Valentine's Day." I looked at the top of her head as she kept sucking me off with her eyes closed, "I bet you'd love to suck my cum out of her little pussy, huh?"
"Clark, watch your language." Mom stopped sucking me off to complain and I couldn't help laughing.
"Don't worry. After I creampie her virgin coochie, I'll run back home and make sure to let you clean my penis off yourself." I couldn't help imagining it too. Then I thought about fucking Mom's hairy cunt.
"Mmnn~mnnn~!" She pushed down until her lips were around my base and my tip was hitting the back of her throat, squirting out big clumps of creamy cum. She swallowed a few times loudly and then pulled her face back while breathing heavily. Mom stroked my cock with a satisfied smile as she looked up at me again, "You've gotten a lot better at controlling yourself. I'm proud of you, Clark." She ran her thumb up my urethra and pushed out another thick clump of semen, which she promptly licked up and swallowed.
"I'm proud of you too, Mom." I watched her continue to suck me off and it felt great but… I didn't really have an orgasm. I just ejaculated. I need to constantly maintain control or I could kill her with a cumshot. I needed to control myself or the couch, the house, everything around me could get destroyed by an accidental movement.
I understand why Clark always wanted to suppress or even get rid of his powers. I kinda understood before, but now I really get it. The difference though, is that Clark was never human. He was always Superman. Even after losing his powers, he would be forced to regain them. He never had to experience an entire lifetime as a powerless, helpless human. In the worst case scenario, he would've had other superheroes that would have come to his rescue if he needed help after putting down the burden of his powers.
I understand him. But he would never be able to understand me. No, for that matter, if he saw his mother sucking my 9 year old cock, he'd probably lose his fucking mind.
"Dad's almost home." I could hear the truck's engine from a mile away, literally.
"Are you going to stick around for lunch?" She started putting my pants on for me like I was a little kid again, "Your father hasn't seen you in a while. He thinks you're mad at him."
"I'm not mad. I just feel kinda awkward because I'm fu-screwing around with his wife." I knew that even though they didn't really have sex anymore, Dad was still in love with Mom and would get super jealous when it came to other guys. Though he obviously never treated me as another man, but his precious baby boy.
"I still feel bad about cheating on your father, but if he found out about us…" Mom kissed the tip of my cock before tucking it inside my jeans and zipping me up, "I don't know whether he would kill me or have a heart attack first."
"He wouldn't kill you." I think he would probably kill himself, "Anyway, definitely don't let him find anything out."
"I know." She crawled back onto the couch and I put the blanket around her shoulders as I stood up, "I hope you'll at least come home for dinner tonight."
"That's fine. I'm gonna bring Lena a pizza for lunch though. I'm not really fast enough to be at both places at once yet." Though it's more a matter of just not wanting to run around so much. It would be like 10 minutes for me, in between every few seconds for everyone else. Kinda awkward and confusing, even for a Kryptonian brain.
"That's fine. I hope you treat that girl right, Clark." Mom caressed my cheek and smiled wryly, "Don't be like me."
"I'm trying, but I think I was just born this way." I snickered and spread her thighs apart, she put her hand on my chest and was about to protest-
*Eeeiii~!* I bolted away as fast as I could! My heart was racing! My feet left the damn ground and I didn't stop moving! I didn't think about it. I was just there.
*Dum!* I caught the car before it could hit the oncoming truck. I caught it gently and carefully, protecting everyone inside from being jolted around too much. Lana and Laura Lang. Their eyes were widened in horror and shock. Well, they were already screaming because they were in the middle of a car accident when I prevented it. But seeing a little boy appear in front of your car was probably also scary.
"Clark!" Dad shouted from behind the closed window of his truck as he slowed down to a safe stop nearby. Then he got out of the car and started running over towards me, "Damn it, Clark! Are you okay?!"
"I'm-" I ran in front of him and caught his falling body, "I'm fine, Dad." I snickered at his embarrassed expression, "I'm glad I made it in time though."
Seriously, I have no idea how fast I just flew there. It was super close to the house, but I moved insanely fast. I don't think I even ran for most of the mile. I think I actually did fly like a normal Kryptonian for once?
"I'm fine, Clark. I'm more worried about you." He looked over at the screaming mother and daughter in the black car nearby, "Now even more people know about your secret."
"Dad, sometimes it's better to show people some surface secrets to hide the more important ones." I'm such a piece of shit. How did I end up keeping so many secrets from so many people anyway?
It feels like I'm actually worse than the original Clark Kent in that regard. At least he wasn't fucking his mother… Or was he? I mean, they definitely wouldn't show him doing it if he was… And he did have a thing for his underage Cousin, in some continuities at least.
"I guess that's true…" He agreed with me, not noticing that I was wiping Mom's pussy juice off on the back of his jacket, "We should probably go have a talk with our neighbors before they call the cops."
"They aren't gonna call the cops, Dad. Trust me." I looked over at the two girls and smiled, "Hi, are you guys okay?!"
Laura hit the gas, but her engine stalled out… In the end, Dad had to give their car a jump-start and in the process, tried to smooth over the whole superhuman son thing as best he could.
"Sorry about scaring you guys." I talked to the adorable little Asian girl instead, well, Half-Asian at least. Maybe less than that actually, since her Mom seemed like she might be half.
"It's-it's okay." Lana smiled at me, revealing her straight and white teeth. She was a couple years older than me, but still a bit shorter.
"I don't think we've actually met before, right?" I saw her expression change for a moment, but she eventually nodded.
"Yeah… I'm Lana, you're Clark, right?" She reached out her red-gloved hand and I shook it gently, "I've seen you helping your Daddy with the farmwork…"
"Ah, yeah, he's got a bad heart and he's too stubborn to hire some farmhands, so I can't let him do everything by himself." I mean, for fuck's sake, it's not even a matter of money. Mom still gets an allowance from her father after all these years, basically hush money. Dad makes a decent amount from operating the farm, considering that he basically uses Superman as slave labor. They're just afraid to have people snooping around the property because of the alien space ship buried under the barn.
Honestly, I really should set up some automated defenses around the farm. But more importantly, I need to fix the fucking insulation and like fifty other problems with the old farmhouse. I'd love to bury the ship deeper underground, but I'm afraid to even touch or interact with it.
"It must be amazing to have such cool powers." She looked into my eyes for a moment before looking away as I let go of her hand.
"I'm not gonna lie and say it isn't awesome." I shrugged, "So where are you guys headed?"
"We, we need to go to town to get some stuff. We're almost outta groceries." She looked at the back of my Dad's expensive new pick-up truck for a moment. He also went to pick up a bunch of groceries and supplies.
"Why don't I take you guys in my truck?" Dad probably wanted to be a good neighbor, or maybe he also wanted to make sure they wouldn't go around talking about his super-son. Either way, Laura Lang actually agreed and suddenly I ended up helping Mom babysit an 11 year old girl?
_____________
A/N- Read 70 Chapters ahead on Patreon. I also post two chapters a day there.
Chapters are uploaded weekly. Each update is 10,000 words. Enjoy!
You can read here— Patreon.com/Renzu0
30% discount going on as well, here's the code— 44444