BEING A SUPPORTIVE LOVER

This story stars M'gann (Miss Martian) and Conner (Superboy) and takes place somewhere in the second half of the first season of Young Justice.

M'gann is 48 years old chronologically but as a Martian she's biologically 16. Conner is a half Kryptonian clone made from the DNA of Superman and Lex Luthor who is less than a year old but physiologically he's 16 too.

This is my first attempt at writing the kind of story that would be posted on his board, so please tell me how I did (be critical if you have to) and say if you'd like me to write any more Young Justice bits or maybe continue this one. Others will likely be a lot more sex focused than this one but I'm getting warmed up.

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When M'gann let herself into Conner's room she wasn't wearing her blue caped hero costume or the pink skirt with the short-sleeved crop top sweater that she looked so adorable in. Instead she was barefoot and dressed in a purple satin robe tied loosely at the waist. The alluring nightwear was reserved for Conner's eyes only which wasn't a problem since at this late hour they were the only ones left in the cave, the team's secret headquarters.

"I was just watching a few more of those adult DVDs I 'borrowed' from Wally, I thought you might like to help me try out a few more of the things I saw in them" she suggested with a flirtatious grin before tugging on her belt. The robe fell past her shoulders and puddled at her feet to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath it.

Leaving aside her unique green skin tone she was a perfect example of the young feminine form, her flawless skin flowed over gentle curves and soft nubile breasts. And framed by a mane of red hair was the cutest face in the solar system, a face whose innocence was perhaps a bit at odds right now with the lewd pose she was making to invite her boyfriend into trying some kinky sex.

But despite the offer that would've had most teenage boys already on top of her Conner wasn't moved. His expression was tense and his focus obviously wasn't on the pretty girl standing naked in his room. "Not tonight, I've got other things on my mind" he grunted.

Worry replaced lust and she reached forward intending to touch his cheek reassuringly. "I can probably guess what it is" she said softly.

Seeing what she was trying to do Conner abruptly turned away and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't want to talk about it!" he yelled and then seemed intent on staring at the floor, his body stiff and rigid with the energy he was keeping bottled up.

Seeing how it was going to be M'gann held in a sigh and instead smoothly shifted her form, her body quickly morphing into that of a bald man in an expensive tailored suit. "Perhaps you'd like to talk to me. After all, a father always has time for his son" said the polished voice of Lex Luthor putting a galling emphasis on the word son.

"I AM NOT YOUR SON" exploded Conner as he whipped around swinging with a punch that sent Luthor staggering back and clutching his now loosely hanging arm.

Squeezing his jaw tightly the still calmly collected villain managed to grin despite how much his shoulder must be hurting. "Tsk-tsk, a sadly predictable response. But they do say that the truth hurts" he joked in a manner that made it sound like he was still the most powerful man in the room.

This time Conner didn't use any words when he shouted his rage, roaring forward and slamming the older man against one of the cave walls formed from stone and concrete. Slamming his fists into Luthor's chest he ignored the man's pained grunts and instead delivered a series of shocking blows before grabbing Luthor by the neck and throwing him face first into the ground.

Already Luthor seemed to be in no condition to trade more barbs and was struggling to get up with only one weakened arm. But rather than let him have that chance Conner kicked him in the side with Kryptonian strength, sending the man flying clear across the room with enough force to shatter the bookcase he collided with.

Not pausing Conner marched over and with one hand lifted the source of his ire out of the pile of splinted wood and with the other smashed his fist right into Luthor's face just as he was looking up. "I. AM. NOTHING. LIKE. YOU." Conner swore as he emphasized each word with a solid hit.

With his ears still ringing with rage he hurled Luthor to the floor again and brought his boot down with a heavy crunch followed by several more before he dropped to his knees and frantically used his fists to finish the job. Finally his well of anger went dry and he knelt there panting before standing up and letting his heart rate return to normal.

Looking down he watched while in stops and starts Luthor's form began to shift, slowly and awkwardly returning to the shape of a small teenaged girl. Lying naked and exposed her injuries were far more apparent now that he could see her green skin which was almost entirely covered in dark bruises accented by blood. A tiny wail accompanied the little twitches her mangled limbs were making and it was obvious that she was in sheer agony but could do nothing about it. The damage he'd done to M'gann's body in only a few minutes was almost unbelievable.

Her one eye seemed to dimly make contact with his but there were no words to follow, only a small gurgled from the place where her lower jaw had been snapped apart in two places and most of her front teeth had been knocked out leaving only bleeding gums.

Not seeing any reason for conversation he examined his blood soaked hands and remarked calmly "I'm going to wash up and then I'm getting some air." But as he reached the door he paused briefly and looked back, "And M'gann… thanks for being so supportive, I'm feeling a lot better now."

After about 20 minutes alone M'gann was finally able to have a thought that didn't involve screaming internally at the sensation of one of her throbbing injuries. She arduously pushed out with one hand and with painful determination tried to get some purchase with her broken fingers so that she could move her body into a less awkward position.

But even flat on her back there was little difference to the amount of suffering she was experiencing. Both of her legs were broken and left at odd angles and her left kneecap was nothing but ground up powder now. A lot of blood had flowed out of her vagina and ass and there seemed to be little chance that her kidneys and other nearby organs were still functional under the black and purple tarp of bruises that covered her now oddly caved in midsection above her shattered pelvis.

Breathing was a torture of its own and she was certain that more than one of her broken ribs had punctured her lungs, which was why each breath felt like a blowtorch was being applied to her chest. With such pain beauty seemed like an unnecessary concern which was fortunate since her once proud breasts had been smashed into something like burger meat and her pretty face was virtually unidentifiable.

Staring upwards the ceiling seemed oddly fuzzy to her. She wasn't sure if something was wrong with her left eye but knew with resignation that the right eye was gone, the whole socket had been caved in and anything there had been pulverized. Part of her skull was cracked open too and she was probably pressing some of her grey matter directly into the dirty floor but it would take a while before she would know of any brain damage.

With a groan she concentrated and after several moments of extra misery a broken bone in her pinky finger snapped back together accompanied by a tortured cry. With her shape shifting powers she could repair her entire body one piece at a time in the same way that a dislocated arm could be fixed, by accepting the pain and popping it back into place.

Of course there was a lot to mend from countless broken bones and damaged organs to an entire eye that would have to be regenerated so she was going to be at this all night. No human could understand the living hell that still awaited her as she healed herself; their bodies would have already failed from the damage and their minds would shut down from the pain involved in fixing it. But the important thing was that she would be whole by morning and physically she'd look good as new when the rest of the team saw her.

Hopefully tomorrow would at last be one of Conner's good days and she could try that thing the blonde had done with her tongue; she was excited to see if he would cum as hard as the man in the video had. And if he was in the same mood he'd been in tonight then without question she'd help him deal with his anger issues again by providing him with whatever outlet he needed for as long as he needed it. She'd readily accept any amount of pain he inflicted on her body if it would help ease the pain he felt in his mind.