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Black Kryptonite

Summary:

When a stranger crashes on Earth in much the same way as Kal-El did all those years ago, the Earth-bound Kryptonians are left to wonder if their homework was really as they remember it, or if it was concealing a dark secret that has come back to conquer them.....

Notes:

What if Superman was black?

Well, he'd be stronger and fitter and better hung, of course!

And he'd have no qualms about restarting the Kryptonian race with the survivors, that's for sure....

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Watchtower Duty sucked.

Kara could understand why she had to do it. Everyone chipped in, pulling their shifts to make sure Earth was always protected from extraterrestrial threats. As one of the most powerful members of the League, Kara was often given solo shifts. She liked the acknowledgement of her power, but when it was just her, alone on the space station with no company but the blinking monitors and the low background hum of machines, Kara really wished someone would just invade. At least that would be something to do.

But no, not today. Today, the Earth just hung there, a blue marble suspended in space, not in the least bit of danger.

Or at least, that's how it appeared.

About an hour into her shift, just as Kara was wondering if anyone would notice if she zipped down to her apartment to grab her dildo, her keen senses picked up movement out the window. Less than a second later, the monitors blared out an alarm, and the screens turned red.

"ALERT! UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT ENTERING EARTH ATMOSPHERE!", came the tannoy, and Kara was off in the time it took for the airlock to open, zooming after the craft at the speed of sound.

Which, apparently, wasn't fast enough. The thing, which seemed to resemble a long silver tube, was travelling faster than any craft Kara had ever seen, and headed right for Earth.

She piled on the speed, feeling the wind tugging at her golden locks as she entered the atmosphere.

Faster, and faster, until she finally drew level with the craft. With only seconds to impact, Kara didn't have time to examine it closely. She positioned herself in front of it, and pushed as hard as she could in a desperate attempt to slow the craft down.

She often did this with crashing aircraft, and it usually resulted in the nose cracking and shuddering under the twin forces acting on it.

Not this craft. Whatever it was made of was clearly built to withstand immense force.

Kara pushed, and the craft began to ease up, slowing down slightly. She kept doing it, praying that she had enough time to slow it down enough before impa-

 

Kara gasped awake.

The taste of dirt filled her mouth and a headache threatening to split her head in two, but otherwise she seemed fine. Not surprising really, she'd survived worse than a crash landing.

"Owwww....", she groaned, sitting upright. A small crater had formed around her, the grass around the edges singed and glowing with heat. Luckily, she'd crashed, along with the craft, in a farmer's field, so apart from a few spooked sheep, no one had been harmed.

She floated gently out of the crater and saw another pit a few metres away, still steaming and warm.

She darted over to it, wafting away the steam to reveal the craft, not even dented. The metal hull was warm to the touch, and seemed to tingle slightly under Kara's palm.

"Acceptable DNA.", came a robotic voice from deep inside the craft, and Kara leapt back as it split like an egg.

The two halves of the top slid apart, revealing a steady stream of fog and the outline of a body. It seemed to fill the whole craft, which Kara estimated to be around 8 feet long. An impressive creature, whatever it was inside.

The fog began to clear, revealing an enormous dark figure, so black and so solid that it seemed to have been carved from obsidian. Kara drew nearer, and nearly leapt into orbit when the figure stirred.

The fog cleared some more, and Kara became embrassingly aware that not only was the figure naked, but he was also obviously a man.

Very obviously.

The man's cock, still soft, stretched down to his knee, and seemed to be as thick as Kara's wrists. The balls were each the size of a grapefruit, and the rest of the man was similarly proportioned. Thick cords of muscle running down each arm, bulging pecs and swollen abs. He wasn't muscular in the same way Kal was, in an elegant, sculpted way. This man was like a beast, a warrior who's muscle came from fighting, not working out.

"Oh my....", Kara breathed, and the man opened his eyes.

"You....", he whispered weakly. His eyes darted down to her impressive chest, and a slow grin spread over his full, sensual lips. "You're the El girl. You've grown a bit since I last saw you".

Kara gasped. How could this man know her Kryptonian name? Unless....

"Are you... Kryptonian?", she asked, swallowing her embarrassment to move closer to him. He had a raw, masculine scent about him, and seemed totally unashamed of his nudity.

"I... yes. Tell me, where am I?".

"Earth. And I believe I've got some things to tell you.".

Chapter 2: Introductions and Revelations

Summary:

The Black Kryptonian is introduced to the League, and Kara finds herself becoming more and more intrigued by him.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The rest of the League weren't sure what to make of the stranger either.

Bruce, of course, insisted on running some tests, but all his needles broke on the black stranger's skin.

"As I suspected.", Bruce said. "His skin is like yours, Kal. I'll need to use Kryptonite to weaken him a little.".

"Are we even sure he's Kryptonian?", Kal said, in what sounded very much like a whine to Kara's ears. "I mean, I'm not trying to offend, but none of the Kryptonians I've seen in the records ever looked like him.".

"The archives at the Fortress may be incomplete. Your parents were in a hurry when they sent you, perhaps they didn't have to time to include everything.", Diana added.

"I'm still here, you know.", the stranger scowled. "Yous talking like I ain't even here.".

"Sorry..... uh, what should we call you?", Kara asked, all too aware of the stranger's nudity. It seemed that both Diana and Kal were also aware, and were reacting in very different ways. Diana seemed very intrigued, and Kara thought she saw a hint of colour creep into the Princess' porcelain cheeks when her crystal-blue gaze flickered down to the stranger's bare cock, thick and long and swaying slightly.

Only Bruce seemed unaffected, though it was hard to tell under that cowl.

"Samson.". He shot an easy grin down at Kara, and something twisted in her gut in a not unpleasant way.

"See? That's not even a Kryptonian name.", Kal interjected.

"It ain't some fancy White Kryptonian name, you got that right. Your kind tried to give me a slave name, but I figured I'm free now, so I'll use the name my parents gave me.", Samson sneered.

"Are you saying that you were enslaved back on Krypton?", Bruce asked. Kal looked aghast.

"Damn right. And not just enslaved, but bred fo it. His kind,", he pointed an accusing finger at Kal, "made the first of us in a lab and let us multiply the old fashioned way, making changes where they wanted. Making us bigger, stronger, all the better for working.".

"That.... that's not true! Krypton never had slaves!", Kal exclaimed.

"I don't ever recall seeing slaves on Krypton.", Kara agreed.

"We weren't exactly walking the streets.", Samson spat. "We were kept hidden, used when your kind didn't want to get their hands dirty, then chucked back in the slums.".

As he spoke, Samson became heated, and he began to lift a few inches off the ground.

"We was kept underground, away from the sun and the skyscrapers we built and the white folks that lived off our labour. Don't you try and deny it, whiteboy, don't you say we was servants or workers or nothing. We was slaves!".

Kal cowered before the looming Kryptonian, and it fell to Kara to calm him down.

"Samson, it's okay!", she insisted. "Kal wasn't denying it, he was just saying that it had been hidden from him, from both of us. We're as angry as you are.".

Samson settled back down on the floor, and sneered down at Kal.

"Yeah, looks like it.".

"Why don't we get you settled in one of our chambers?", Diana suggested, and Samson shot her a dark look.

"You mean a cell? You people gonna do experiments and shit, just like his kind did to my ancestors?", he gestured to Kal.

"It's just temporary, until we can run some tests to find out more about you. Bruce seems to think that your pigmentation might allow you to absorb sunlight more efficiently than other Kryptonians.".

"That so?", Samson grinned. "Hear that, Superboy? I might be the new big thing in town.".

Kal bunched his fists

"It's Superman.", he growled.

"Not anymore it ain't.".

Kara intervened before the two of them could start fighting. She laid a hand on Samson's chest and frowned at him.

"There's no need to antagonise him. Come on, I'll show you to your chamber.".

"Hey, I'm going where you're going, pretty lady.", he replied, and followed her out of the room.

****

"You know, I didn't recognise Superboy back there, but I know you.".

"Yeah, you knew my name back on the ground. How come?".

Kara was leading Samson down the Watchtower's winding corridors, and with every step she cursed the sleek modern design of the place. Every surface was reflective, showing her Samson's divine body from every angle. There was no escaping him.

"You was kinda famous down in the slums. We had pictures and posters, used to get passed around. Krypton's Princess, we called you. We used to tell stories about what we'd do to you, if we ever got our hands on you.".

"But I could only have been.... what, 15?". Kara was confused, but not repelled. She found the thought oddly.... exciting.

"Didn't make no difference to us. I wish the boys could see you now, all grown up and twice as pretty.".

Despite herself, Kara blushed.

"What did you fantasise about doing to me?", she asked in a small voice. She knew she shouldn't ask, but a twisted part of her wanted to know.

They'd come to the door to Samson's chamber, and Kata turned to face him only to find that he was much closer than she thought.

He loomed over her like an immense black shadow, and laid a hand across her cheek. Kara shuddered at the sensation, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"I always liked your mouth.", Samson spoke in a husky voice. "Those pretty pink lips and that posh little voice. I used to dream of stuffing that hole with my meat and tryna fuck yo stomach. Make that tight throat bulge and fill yo belly with my black seed.".

Samson drew his thumb across Kara's full lower lip before slipping it inside her mouth. Kara didn't object, and began to suckle on it instinctively.

"Yeah, good white girl.", Samson purred. He never broke their stare, even as Kara began to whimper and her legs began to shake. "You know your place. Your daddy gonna be sorry he ever made my kind.".

And then it was over. Samson removed his thumb from her mouth and the doors to the chamber slid open, revealing a sparsely furnished bedroom. Samson went and lay on the bed, shooting a wink towards Kara.

"Come by if you wanna try some real Kryptonian meat. None of that lab-grown white shit like Superboy up there.".

With a last devilish smile, Samson was hidden from view by the doors.

Kara gasped immediately, laying a hand against the wall to support herself. Her breath ran ragged and shaky, and a fire was burning between her legs like nothing she'd ever felt before.

If that man turned out to be a Kryptonian like he claimed, Kara would be on that in an instant. She'd had dalliances before, the odd crush here or there, but nothing like this. It was like some deep, inate things inside of her had recognised what Samson was, and it wouldn't leave her alone until she had him, in every way she could think of.

Notes:

FYI, loyal readers of mine will have noticed that I tend to use the name Samson for the black studs in my stories. There's a very special man out there who knows why that is, and who is the reason why I'm so bbc-obsessed.

Expect to see a Samson in most of the stories I write, especially the ones that feature a hulking great black stud with a gargantuan bitch-breaker between his legs.

Notes:

Just a short chapter to set the scene, hope you guys enjoyed it! Frequent readers of my stories may be beginning to notice a certain theme emerging.....