[Third Person Pov]
Kreel let out a high-pitched yelp the moment Krypto burst through the wall, his eyes widening in pure terror at the sight of the super-powered dog. He immediately threw both hands up in surrender, especially when he saw Krypto's eyes glowing with menacing crimson heat vision and fangs bared aggressively.
Clark quickly let out a sharp, calming whistle. "Easy, boy. Stand down. He's innocent — he's trying to help us."
Krypto's aggressive posture melted instantly. He sat down obediently, tail thumping once against the floor as he exited combat mode. "Sorry about that," he said sincerely, ears drooping slightly. "I thought he was the one who put you in here, Kal-El."
Krypto then flashed a toothy grin. "Oh boy, you're lucky Kal-El stopped me in time. You would've been toast!"
The casual threat sent a visible shiver down Kreel's spine. He forced an awkward laugh that didn't reach his eyes, his gaze darting nervously between Clark and the still-growling Krypto.
Clark's muffled voice cut through the tension. "Krypto, think you can get me out of this thing?"
"On it!" Krypto dropped onto all fours, eyes flaring with building heat vision, ready to melt through the restraints.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Kreel exclaimed, waving his hands frantically. "There's no need for that! You've already proven you could escape whenever you wanted. Please, allow me."
Kreel quickly pulled a high-security key card from his pocket and swiped it across a panel. The barrier flickered and vanished with a low hum. He stepped cautiously into the cell and began deactivating the heavy confinement machine. The thick metal cylinders locked around Clark's wrists and forearms dragged his arms down with a series of heavy clangs, each one denting the reinforced floor upon impact.
"The hell?" Clark muttered, staring at his still confined arms.
"Each one weighs over a hundred tons of tempered hyper-alloy," Kreel explained while removing the visor covering Clark's eyes. "They were specifically designed to slow you down by feeding off your own strength."
Krypto trotted forward and effortlessly ripped the reinforced muzzle off Clark's face with his teeth.
Clark stood up slowly from his forced kneeling position, the immense weight of the restraints still locked around his forearms. Clark's eyes narrowed with focus. He activated his microscopic vision, pupils contracting as he peered deep into the atomic structure of the restraints. Layers upon layers of exotic alloys and energy matrices revealed themselves to him. After a moment of careful analysis, he located the precise structural weak points — microscopic stress fractures hidden within the molecular lattice where the alloy was at its most vulnerable.
A confident smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
With deliberate precision, Clark raised both arms as high as the cumbersome cylinders would allow. He carefully aligned the two identified weak points directly against one another, calculating the exact angle and force needed. Then, in one explosive motion, he slammed the two massive cylinders together with devastating power.
KRRRRRACK—!
A sharp, deafening metallic ring echoed through the cell. The impact was perfectly placed. Deep fractures instantly spiderwebbed across both restraints like shattering glass. The hyper-alloy, for all its advanced engineering, could not withstand the concentrated force delivered exactly where it was weakest. With a final violent snap, both cylinders exploded outward in a shower of heavy metallic fragments and sparks.
The broken pieces crashed heavily to the floor, denting the reinforced plating with loud, resounding clangs.
He dusted off his hands casually and began stretching his powerful body. His joints and muscles popped and cracked loudly as he worked out the stiffness. Kreel stared openly for a moment, his face shifting to a noticeably darker blue hue as his eyes traced Clark's form. Clark glanced down and realized he was wearing an extremely tight black bodysuit that clung to every ridge and contour of his muscular physique. When he looked back at Kreel, the boy quickly averted his gaze, looking almost shy.
Clark furrowed his brows faintly but chose not to comment. He shook his head with a small, amused smirk and scoffed lightly under his breath.
"Take me to my sister and Yami," Clark said firmly. "I need to see they're alright."
Kreel nodded quickly. "Follow me."
As they moved through the dimly lit prison corridors, Krypto flew circles around Clark excitedly. Clark reached up and scratched under the dog's chin affectionately. "Thanks for coming to rescue me, buddy."
Krypto pouted mid-flight. "I didn't even do anything! You didn't need me to save you…"
Clark chuckled warmly and pulled Krypto closer, planting a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "I know. But I still appreciate you coming anyway. It means a lot."
Krypto's tail wagged furiously as he licked Clark's face with joyful enthusiasm.
While walking, Clark turned his attention back to Kreel. "Can I ask how your brother came into your care? He's clearly not from this planet."
Kreel nodded solemnly. "A few years ago, a planet relatively close to ours was destroyed by a black hole — a rare but not unheard-of natural phenomenon in the universe. Before its destruction, the inhabitants launched a single infant in a survival pod, hoping he would be their last hope. That baby was my brother… or at least, the one my father raised as his son."
Clark snickered quietly.
Kreel glanced at him strangely, not understanding the humor. "What?"
Clark shook his head with a faint smile. "He doesn't just look like me and share a similar powerset… even our backstories are nearly identical."
Kreel's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "You're serious?"
Clark nodded and briefly recounted his own origin — the destruction of Krypton, being sent to Earth as a baby, growing up as the last son of a dying world. When he finished, he added softly, "It seems I'm not so special after all in this universe."
Kreel tilted his head in confusion at Clark's faint, almost relieved smile. "You say that like it's a good thing. Don't you want to be special? One of a kind?"
Clark shrugged. "In some cases, maybe. But for me… I'm honestly glad it's not entirely unique. It feels like a small weight has been lifted off my shoulders."
Kreel sensed Clark didn't want to elaborate further and didn't press. They continued walking in comfortable silence for a while, though Kreel's eyes kept drifting back toward Clark as if wanting to say something but couldn't bring himself to it.
They soon arrived at Yami's cell. She was lying completely face-down on the floor, still as a plank of wood. Kreel opened the door, and Clark rushed in.
"Yami!" he exclaimed, clearly surprised and concerned. He gently flipped her over, relieved to see she was conscious and physically unharmed.
"What the heck are you doing?" Clark asked, eyebrows raised.
Yami's expression remained perfectly blank. "I ran out of energy. I can't move a single muscle."
Clark snickered. "You're serious?"
Her eyes shifted slightly without changing her deadpan face. "I have no reason to lie."
Seeing her like this gave Clark an idea. He carefully set her back down and placed a warm hand on her stomach. "I'm going to try something. Just stay still and shush — I need to concentrate."
Yami blinked slowly. "What are you—?"
Clark closed his eyes, ignoring the question. A radiant golden spiritual aura ignited around him, glowing with warm, pulsing energy as he focused deeply. Using the mental techniques he had been refining, he channeled a steady stream of his own spiritual energy through the palm resting on her stomach. The vibrant power flowed smoothly into her body, and soon a matching golden outline enveloped Yami's form, shimmering across her skin like liquid sunlight.
The effect was immediate — and devastatingly intense.
A hot, intoxicating warmth flooded through every inch of Yami's body, starting from the point of contact and spreading like molten honey through her veins. It was deeper than mere heat; it felt alive, thick, and deliciously intimate, caressing every nerve ending as it coursed through her core, her chest, her limbs, and deep between her thighs. Her back arched sharply off the floor as a deep, throaty moan tore from her lips — raw, breathy, and shamelessly sensual.
"Ahh… haaah~"
She squirmed helplessly beneath his hand, her thighs pressing and rubbing together with urgent need as the overwhelming pleasure built rapidly. Her hips rolled in small, instinctive circles, chasing the sensation that was rapidly turning her limbs to liquid fire. Her breathing grew ragged and desperate, turning into hot, needy pants that echoed through the cell. A deep flush bloomed across her cheeks, spreading down her neck and chest as her body temperature soared.
"Why the fuck are you moaning?!" Clark snapped, his eyes flying open in a mix of shock and embarrassment.
Yami could barely form words. "I… I can't help it…" she gasped, voice husky and trembling. "It's too much… I've never felt anything like this… it's so deep… so hot inside me…"
The golden energy continued pouring into her, intensifying with every heartbeat. Her back arched even more dramatically, pushing her breasts upward as her entire body tensed and quivered. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering wildly while uncontrollable moans spilled freely from her parted lips. The pleasure crested violently — a sudden, crashing wave that made her thighs clamp tightly around nothing as her body convulsed in unmistakable ecstasy.
"Nngh—! Ahhhh~!!"
Her hips bucked hard against his hand once, twice, then trembled violently as a powerful orgasm tore through her. Her toes curled, fingers clawing at the floor while her inner walls clenched and pulsed rhythmically with the golden energy. A long, drawn-out moan of pure bliss escaped her as the climax peaked, leaving her gasping and shuddering in its aftershocks.
For several long seconds, Yami lay there panting heavily, one arm draped across her flushed face while the other clutched weakly at Clark's wrist. Her chest heaved with every labored breath, her tight black bodysuit now damp with a light sheen of sweat that made the material cling even more revealingly to her curves.
When she finally regained some semblance of control, Yami slowly turned her face away, cheeks burning with deep embarrassment. She shot him a half-lidded, accusatory glare before muttering under her breath, "…Pervert."
"Me?!" Clark exclaimed loudly, genuinely stunned as he pulled his hand back. "I'm the pervert?! I wasn't the one moaning like an animal in heat! Seriously, what's the matter with you? Why the fuck would you react like that?!"
The cell fell into a heavy, awkward silence.
Krypto tilted his head curiously, while Kreel stood frozen near the doorway, eyes wide and face a noticeably darker shade of blue.
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