Taken By A Lie

Cliché’s annoyed Chloe, but she was living one right now. She was literally so weak in the knees she could hardly stand up.

Clark Kent was stark naked, right in front of her.

“Oh…” she sighed.

They were both frozen, Chloe staring at his flaccid cock, which was large enough to indicate Clark was a bona fide stud when he was hard. There was that treasure trail of black hair that led to a snatch of soft hair, and then…

He turned around, breaking the spell that glued Chloe to the spot. She blinked rapidly and closed the door without a word. She hadn’t been able to look away at first, and now that he was no longer in sight, Chloe wanted to just die. She leaned against the wall, sighing in relief at having some of the weight taken off of her weakened knees. She didn’t stay long. She wobbled her way downstairs, her need to pee forgotten, and took a seat at the counter. A minute later, Clark came down, his hair wet, but otherwise dressed.

“I’m sorry, Clark,” Chloe said immediately. He’d gotten dressed so fast, she hadn’t had time to recover. Her voice sounded normal, at least. Well, somewhat normal. “I didn’t mean to stare, I was just so shocked.”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it,” Clark said, his voice a little too high and friendly to be genuine. “You got here a little earlier than I expected.”

“Yeah, sorry,” she said. “Won’t happen again.”

“Chloe, it’s okay,” Clark said, and this time she could tell he meant it.

“That was just so embarrassing, the way I stared at it, I mean…nevermind.”

They sat at the counter, looking at their hands. Clarks were big and veined, Chloe’s small and soft, her nails clean and trimmed, but Clark notice they weren’t manicured like most women kept theirs. He liked that about Chloe, how simple she kept things. Her clothes, while stylish, were those of the girl next door, and her hair was always well cared for, but also simple.

“Um, so, what about breakfast?” Clark asked.

Chloe had no appetite. All she could see was Clark’s chiseled abs, and his—

“I’m not hungry, really. I had strong coffee, and the caffeine killed my appetite. But you can eat.”

“Maybe later,” he said. “I was going to head to the barn, do some late chores.”

“I’ll come with.”

They headed for the barn, and Chloe stood on the second level, looking down while Clark put fresh hay in the stalls. He joined her ten minutes later, and they sat on the couch. This was their day to hang out, and it had started on a jarring note. Chloe felt wrong footed and inarticulate. They sat in silence, which was something they’d done plenty of times, because they could enjoy comfortable silences, but this time it was just awkward.

“Did you like it?” Clark said. She could barely hear his voice, and it was hesitant and rough.

“Clark,” Chloe said, unable to believe he’d asked her that question. Their past had been so complicated, but they’d enjoyed a just-friends arrangement for years. She couldn’t believe he’d cross their comfortable little invisible line with a question like that. She couldn’t believe it…but she liked it.

“Sorry,” he said, looking regretful. “Just forget—”

“I liked it very much.”

He looked sideways at her, and though he was too old to be innocent, he was slightly blushing.

“I’d like to see it again,” she said, her own voice low and rough.

Clark smiled, just a little, and rolled his head and shoulders, as though preparing for a fight.

“You’ve seen mine. Show me yours.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve never seen you naked,” he said. “Not without using my x-ray vision.”

“You’ve peeped?”

Clark smiled wider. “Once or twice, maybe. But I want to see without peeping.”

“Well, I’m not naked in the shower like you were this morning, but…”

Chloe stood and pulled off her jacket.

“Stand in front of me,” he said, situating himself on the old couch as though he were settling in for a long movie.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Chloe said, and pulled off her shirt. Her face felt hot, and Clark was watching her every move with an intent look on his face, the likes of which she hadn’t seen since he’d once used his heat vision like a scalpel to cut out a tracking device in her shoulder.

Chloe was starting to enjoy the attention. She kicked off her shoes, and then reached for her jeans, unbuttoning them. Clark was focused on her, and his hands were gripping his legs in anticipation of what he was about to see hard enough to crush boulders to sand. She unzipped her jeans, then shrugged them down. His gaze was having an effect. She felt herself growing wet, and she tensed slightly inside with the first stirrings of longing. The jeans dropped, and all that was left were to pull down her panties. She reached for them.

“The bra,” Clark said, his voice choked and rough.

Chloe reached around, undoing the bra, and pulling it down. That’s when she saw his erection blossom under his shirt as he gazed at her naked breasts. His breathing was coming faster as well, and he cleared his throat. She reached for her panties, but stopped, and he looked up to her eyes.

“What?”

“Take off your shirt.”

Obediently, Clark pulled off his shirt.

“Open your jeans.”

Again, Clark obeyed, undoing his jeans and relieving their confining pressure on his erection, which was thick and long. As thick and long as she’d imagined it would be when she’d seen him flaccid upstairs. The stirrings turned into an ache deep inside of Chloe, and she reached to pull her panties down.

“Come here, let me,” Clark said.

On weak knees, Chloe approached. Clark pulled her close, his lips kissing her stomach, just above her belly button. His big hands gripped her ass, caressing it and squeezing. Chloe buried her fingers in Clark’s hair as his lips found her hardened nipples and began to suckle, drawing a long, low moan of pleasure from her. His fingers slipped under the string waistband of her bikini underwear and pulled them down, but her knees began to give way. Clark caught Chloe, shifting her onto the couch, onto her back.

Chloe wore an expression on her face that was almost one of pain. In some ways, the longing that coursed through her body was painful. Sweetly, deliciously painful. Her underwear dangled from one ankle, and she didn’t bother to kick them off. Clark was kneeling before Chloe, gazing at her with need burning in his eyes. He urged her legs further apart, and then reached out, placing the thumb of his right hand on the hard bud of her clit, and his other four fingers pressed down on her in a rhythm that sent wave after wave of pleasure through her.

“Oh, Clark…” Chloe whimpered. Her back arched as her body arose from the couch, wanting more, asking for so much more, but Clark held back, a dark gleam in his eyes as he teased her.

“Please, Clark…”

She’d waited so long, she didn’t want to wait any longer. She was ready for him, ready to feel him moving inside of her. Clark had mercy, and pulled her close, positioning himself at her entrance, where he gently worked the head of his cock into her. She struggled against herself not to rush this moment, to enjoy watching Clark naked before her, sliding himself into her body.

Clark began to push, and Chloe welcomed him as he filled her, and stretched her beyond any limit she’d ever endured before. She was vaguely aware of the incoherent whimpers of pleasure that slipped past her lips. He leaned over her, pressing her body into the couch while her legs, so small against his body, wrapped around him as much as she could get them. He set up a maddeningly slow rhythm at first, but then, as his need grew, Clark thrust faster, and harder, going into her body until he sank all the way in.

Chloe looked to the ceiling, hearing her voice react to the pleasure that Clark’s body built in her, unable to stop her voice from rising as she reached climax, clutching at Clark's strong arms. She looked from the rafters into Clark’s face, struggling to catch her breath as he mercilessly pounded into her. His eyes were closed, his face red and sweating as he worked to reach his own release. A beam of sunlight struck him and—

His face changed. The smooth skin contorted into stone, Chloe screamed again, this time in horror.

“No! No!”

He came, hot and thick within her, and grinned down at her, his face alien, his eyes gleaming maliciously, sated.

“I’m back,” he whispered.

“So am I.”

Bizarro pulled from Chloe’s body, turning to face Clark Kent, who stood at the top of the steps. Chloe struggled to cover herself as Clark approached with a chunk of blue rock. She'd never felt as humiliated as she did in that moment, with Clark looking at Bizarro's naked body slick with sweat, his cock wet with her juices, knowing that Chloe had fucked Bizarro because she'd believed it was him. Knowing that after all the times she'd tried to make it clear she was completely over him, she'd been so easy to seduce. That kind of humiliation burned deep, and hurt worse than the violation she felt at having been tricked into having sex with a cold blooded alien murderer.

“I’d stay and fight, but I’m not quite strong enough for that yet,” Bizarro said, in his strange, deep voice. He was gone in a blur, leaving his clothes behind. He flew through the air, going to the one place Clark couldn’t reach—the sky.

Clark turned to Chloe as a sob escaped her.

“Chloe—”

“Go away!” Chloe shouted. “I should have known it wasn’t you. Not if you initiated anything.”

Clark turned his back to give her privacy while she hurriedly put her clothes on, feeling shamed, and violated—feeling hurt and angry. She couldn’t stop the sobs that rocked her body.

“He’s very good at fooling people,” Clark said, when he knew Chloe was dressed.

“I should have known,” Chloe insisted, heading for the steps. “You weren’t acting like yourself, not when you came on to me. I just didn’t want to see—”

“Chloe, you can’t blame yourself for not seeing what he was. I told you he was dead. This isn’t your fault, it’s mine. I should have fought my way free of the fortress sooner. I’m sorry.”

Clark turned, looking at Chloe, and the hurt he saw in her eyes broke his heart.

“I should have known,” she said, “because you would never want me.”

She started for her car, wanting to be away from Clark.

“The phantom wants everything I want,” Clark said, “and he wanted you.”

Chloe felt the real Clark’s hands on her shoulders.

“Don’t go,” he whispered.

She turned to him, wrapping her arms around him, and let him hold her, while she wept.

-End