End: Supergirl Wants To Feel Her Bitches Cum

"Lois," Supergirl said, then she looked over at the demon, "Blaze. I want you to listen to me very carefully, because I am only going to say this once, and then we're going to fuck so hard the only thing either of you two will be doing is screaming my name."

The scarlet succubus snorted...but she didn't move. Lois felt a shiver go through her body, the perspiration on her naked form suddenly cold. The reporter could tell that Kara wasn't kidding.

"There might be a time when I want to be pampered. Kisses, cuddling, erotic massages, rose petals and bubbly wine and silk sheets. Tonight, right now, my pussy hurts. I've lost my virginity to some nefarious scheme set up by my demon and the woman I..." she took a breath "...greatly admired. Desired. And there's a tsunami that's going to hit Tokyo in an hour, so we only have about fifty minutes where I can fuck you and then go save 9.275 million people."

The blonde drew herself up to her full height.

"So! I need to relieve some stress. And I'm going to do it by making both of my bitches cum on my hands. I want to feel your cunt-juice splash my face like some sort amusement at a children's waterpark."

Supergirl raised her hands in front of her, already balled into fists.

"Now get on the bed, faces down and asses up, and spread those fucking cunts!"

Blaze made a grumbling sound deep in her throat. Lois was already moving into position.

"I am not your bitch," she growled.

Lois didn't see what happened next, but she saw the red glow on the wall behind the bed. The reporter bit down on the bed's pillows and reached back to spread her labia. Half a moment later, Blaze was beside her, their arms touching. The reporter helpfully craned her neck so that the demon could bite the pillow too.

Something goopy and hard pressed against the reporter's spread cuntlips. She whispered a silent prayer of thanks that Kara had apparently decided to at least lubricate her fist.

I can do this, the reporter thought as her saliva soaked into the pillow. I took her secret Kryptonian vibro fist before. This is going to be okay. I'll probably cum like a...

The knuckles began to press forward. Normally, when a woman was fisted, it wasn't fist-city right away. Some amount of warm-up would be necessary, get the pussy properly lubed, stretch out the muscles a bit...but this was like a warm steel rod slid into the reporter's cunt, and the mere human pussy could offer no resistance. The reporter instinctively spread her knees a little wider, trying to make her pussy more accessible.

Glancing at Blaze, Lois saw that the scarlet succubus's eyes were squeezed shut, her hands balled up into fists, the knuckles a pale pink against the crimson skin...and instinctively, Lois reached over and grabbed her hand, placing her fingers over Blaze's. The eyes opened briefly, staring daggers at the mere human's gesture of support...but then her eyes softened, and they shared a wince. Supergirl was as deep inside them as she wanted to go.

"Okay," the super-lesbian said, voice shaking with excitement. "Kryptonian dual-fist technique: cunt cyclone."

She really needs to stop reading so much manga... Lois thought.

It was her last coherent thought for a while.

Kara began to move her wrists in small circles. Very small. Lois could feel the Kryptonian's right first stretching against her walls in little clockwise motions, stretching her out, the entrance to the reporter's cunny rubbing now against the side, the bottom, the other side, the top...very slow for the first minute, but controlled, utterly controlled.

Then it began to speed up.

It was like turning her pussy into a blender. Lois wasn't sure how it was for Blaze, but that was the only way she could describe it. Supergirl's hand was stirring up her cunt, faster and faster each cycle, lube and pussy juice sloshing around according to fluid dynamics that Lois Lane didn't have words for...and it was still increasing, Supergirl's hands still moving in those tight, small circles, but faster and faster and faster, the friction heat building up and spreading throughout the reporter's cunny.

Lois bit down on the pillow as the intensity slowly increased. It didn't feel like the slim young woman's wrist inside of her now. Supergirl's fist was circling so fast, it felt like it was stretching every part of her cunt out at once. The vibration was spreading throughout her body, sending shivers down her spine, the heat building and building until Lois felt like her cunt was on fire, and just when Lois thought she couldn't take any more, she felt Supergirl begin to increase the size of the circles.

Real goosedown pillow. Feathers bit into the top of Lois Lane's mouth as she grit her teeth, and her hand was shaking on top of Blaze's fist. The demon was making mewling noises on her end of the pillow, and the whole bed was shaking like an earthquake...and behind her she could hear Supergirl breathing harder and harder, the once-innocent superheroine reduced to a cuntbusting super-lesbian...

Blaze came first. Lois could feel her body tense and shake as the orgasm ripped through her, and feeling her tug at the pillow, fangs ripping through the fabric and sending feathers into the air set Lois off on her own climax. It felt like her squirt was being drawn out of her, her pussy absolutely cored out by Supergirl's fist-cyclone, and Lois Lane screamed into what was left of her pillow as her mind went utterly blank.

There were still twenty minutes left.

When Supergirl did finally wind down, Lois Lane and Blaze had both collapsed. The Kryptonian let out a sigh of satisfaction as she removed her hands from the holes, which quivered and shook but gaped obscenely, the mouths of their wombs clearly in view. A burst of super-speed saw Kara back in her costume, cleaned up and ready to go save Tokyo.

"That was fun. Maybe tonight we can try that pussy-licking stuff. I still haven't cum yet. Eightish? Eightish. Until then, get some rest! Drink plenty of fluids!"

Lois Lane didn't see Supergirl as she leapt off the balcony and into the sky.

She opened one eye to look at Blaze.

"So..." the reporter spit out feathers. "That was your plan?"

"No. Yes. Sortof." Blaze managed to ease herself onto her side. "Can you feel anything below the waist?"

"I keep getting these spasms in my lower back. I think my brain is backlogged trying to process the orgasms."

"Right. I think I know a healing spell for that...are we cool now?"

Lois made a noncommittal noise. But it was hard to stay mad at the woman she had just been fisted beside.

"You owe me an interview."

The demon rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

A small victory. Yet after a long night, Lois Lane was ready to take what she could get.