The problem was, in this time, she was hardly unique. She clasped her bent knees to her chest and thought. What a pity their morality forced them not to realize that fact. Drinking in their worship, demanding sacrifice.Īll of this she could do, she would do, and more.įor Kryptonians and Daxamites were gods, off their homeworlds. She could become a goddess to an unsophisticated planet's people. She could have children from those couplings, or kill them in the womb. Or perhaps just maim them, so that they could never again do such a job for anyone else. She could force herself upon any suitor, male or female or whatever, and destroy them after their job was done. She could explore pleasures of the body that Kara never would have dared to, satisfy lusts that the blonde beast never even knew she had. She could tyrannize worlds, whole systems of planets, make them bow to her mighty hand, instantly execute anyone who dared protest - or just anybody she wanted to kill. She could devastate planets, wipe them clean of life. She could live her life between the stars, and never once need to breathe. Was that not a pleasure? It certainly was. Kryptonians could survive in space without a suit.
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