End: Lois Takes Care of Supergirl

"Kara!" Lois Lane pulled her fingers out of her pussy and ass and rushed out of the bed. "You're hurt!"

Mashed lips twisted into a lopsided smile. Supergirl raised her hand to tuck a strand of golden blonde hair behind one ear, revealing bloody knuckles.

"It's okay, Lois...I heal quick...Kryptonian biology, you know. Won't even have a scar..."

With a suddenness that shocked them both, the naked reporter grabbed Kara's arm and dragged her into the bathroom. There was nothing sexy, exactly, about the way Lois peeled off the young heroine's costume. The blue eyes flicked every now and again to the older woman's half-teardrop-shaped breasts, the dark thatch of carefully-trimmed pubic hair above Lois's labia.

Warm water. A soft spong. Harsh soap. Lois fussed and scrubbed away the dirt and grime of battle, the dried blood. Supergirl was right—the cuts were already half-closed—but Lois Lane spread antibacterial gel on them anyway.

Which left them as two naked women in a bathroom. Their eyes met. Lois Lane gulped. Not sure where to go from here. With the defeat of Blaze, the ardent, burning desire that had overwhelmed her had left...but there was still something else that stirred inside of her as she saw that trim, lithe, beautiful young woman...

The growl of Kara's stomach upset that thought.

"Oh, you must be famished!" Lois said as she grabbed the naked heroine's arm and dragged her into a standing position. Supergirl let herself be guided into the kitchen, and seated at the reporter's kitchen table. A moment later, the coffee pot began to gurgle. Butter sizzled in a frying pan, a slice of leftover ham landed in it.

"Won't be long," Lois said, who had donned an apron to keep the grease from splashing on her bare breasts. "Did you want eggs? I think I have some eggs left...what are you hungry for?"

Small, strong fingers stole under Lois Lane's arm and grabbed a pat of half-melted butter from the pan. The reporter froze in place...and then felt the hot trickle of melted butter dribble down the crack of her bare ass. Invulnerable fingers pressed the soft yellow mass into the reporter's asshole...and then something else pressed against the reporter's once-tight pucker. A slick, seeking finger that slipped inside of Lois so easily.

"I want to see," Kara said softly. "How much you can take. Is that...is that okay, Lois?"

Lois Lane swallowed hard. Her heart hammered against her breastbone. With a click of a dial, she turned off the stove. For safety.

It was one thing to be fisted while enraptured with unnatural lust. It was something else again to be caught up in the full cognizance of what you were going to do, of the dangers, of the potential pain and injury...both physical and emotional. Lois closed her eyes as Supergirl's finger squirmed deeper.

"Yes. Oh God forgive me, yes. Do it. Please..."

The sun dawned on Metropolis. Kara's left hand was between her strong, slim legs, rubbed fiercely at her pussy. Her right hand was buried in Lois Lane's ass. The reporter frigged herself madly as her asshole was impaled by the Supergirl...and the neighbors in surrounding apartments smiled as they heard the women moan in unison, utterly lost in a moment of passion.

There would be time later for the long-delayed breakfast. For mature conversations about where they went from here. Admissions of feelings. Plans to meet again. The giddy excitement that marked the start of a new relationship, so full of possibilities. Blaze, banished back to Hell after her defeat, was little more than a distant memory...and without her influence, the women that had gone missing would wake up once more to the lives they had walked out of, and filter back. Lois Lane would have her story.

Yet she had something else as well.

A new lover...and a very, very sore ass.