End: They Fight

Scarlet succubus and blonde heroine clashed. Lois Lane, still soaked in jizz, clung to a wall and watched as the two grappled. Heat vision burned from Supergirl's eyes, only to be blocked by a torrent of dark lightning from Blaze's own eyes. Teeth were bared. Bosoms heaved.

The reporter looked up at the way Supergirl had come. Through the hole, she could see what looked an awful lot like a basement. An electric light swung back and forth on a cord hung from the ceiling. Lois glanced back at the two superhumans. Blaze had a handful of Supergirl's hair, and the blonde had her hand around the succubus' throat.

"Lois, get out of here!" Supergirl urged. "I'll take care of Blaze!"

The demon's eyes burned, but she could not say anything in the Kryptonian heroine's chokehold.

They fought. Lois Lane climbed. Tired as she was, it felt good to Lois to stretch her muscles. As the two women below smacked and cursed, grappled and exchanged blows, lit up the dark with scintillant displays of energy, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter braced herself against the wall and sought for hand- and foot-holds, remembering her articles on freeclimbing, bouldering, urban exploration...and the fight was still going on when Lois pulled herself up into the room.

Lois Lane stared down the hole. She caught a flash of blonde hair, of a red cape, a burst of black lightning...and then she looked around.

The room was little more than a tunnel. A string of bulbs hung from the ceiling. Which was Supergirl had come, Lois Lane couldn't tell. So she picked a direction and walked. Behind her, the sounds of battle echoed.

"Those two are going to be at it all night," Lois muttered. The reporter felt tired, and more than a little jaded. She couldn't remember a time in her life that wasn't punctuated with godlike entities battling each other. Tonight was just supposed to be an investigation, find some women that had gone missing, and instead Lois Lane ended up soaked in cum, hit on by a demon that thought they were on a date, and finally rescued by a gorgeous blonde...

Lois licked her lips, tasted jizz, and spat. Her mind's eye rested on Supergirl's short skirt, those deliciously bare thighs and calves, the soft swell of her bosom. The reporter had always been a little bi-curious, but a part of her wondered if she wasn't ready to get a little more bi-experimental. Not that Supergirl would likely respond to a pass, even if the reporter had the courage to make it.

"Oh, Supergirl," Lois murmured to herself. "You've saved me! Let me reward you..."

The tunnel intersected with the sewer. The sewer had a ladder leading up. Lois Lane climbed, and carefully pushed the manhole lid up and peaked out. She felt a bit of relief as moonlight shone down, and she smelled fresh air, emerged in an abandoned alley. Supergirl had obviously come down some other way, but Lois Lane didn't care.

She needed a bath.

An hour before dawn, the reporter was back in her apartment. Her clothes were in a trash bag. A bottle of wine was opened. Candles burned, to clear away the scent of old semen. Naked, the reporter tossed another bath bomb into the tub as it filled. She sipped the wine and rubbed at her pussy idly. Her pubes had been clogged with dried semen, so she had shaved herself smooth. Tomorrow...she didn't want to think of tomorrow. What was left of tonight was going to be a bubble bath, and wine, and then sleep.

Then there was a rapping at the balcony.

Lois Lane was exhausted. A little tipsy. And perhaps that is why she stepped out of the bathroom without even a towel on. No one was more shocked than Supergirl, who stood there in a stained costume, covered in jizz from head to toe. Blue eyes wide as the reporter hurried over, naked as the day she was born, to open the glass door to the balcony.

"S-sorry," Supergirl said. "I just wanted to make sure you got out alright..."

"I'm fine!" Lois said as she ushered the young woman in. The twenty-something stepped inside. Her costume was still wet, and there was cum in her hair. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I fell into that river you mentioned," Supergirl said with a frown, and crinkled her nose. "She was doing something with a magic gem to steal the semen of Metropolis? Those women who disappeared, she'd kidnapped them to try and turn them into these huge semen receptacles, to use the accumulated life energy to do...something...you know, I don't know exactly. It was all very weird. Anyway, I won the fight, and the women are getting...help."

The blonde shuddered. Lois put her hand on the young woman's shoulder and guided her toward the bathroom.

"I just drew a bath! Come on, you can use it. I'll let you borrow some clothes...did you want some wine?"

"I...I don't drink," Supergirl said with a blush. "But really, I can wash up at home, you don't have to..."

"Oh no," Lois Lane said, as she set her wineglass down on the edge of the sink. "In fact, I insist. Strip out of those dirty clothes. I want to show you my appreciation..."

Supergirl's protests were half-hearted. It probably had something to do with how the naked reporter got on her knees to peel off those semen-stained red panties, and proceeded to clean the Kryptonian's pussy with her tongue.

The bathroom got steamy. The tub was big enough for two. And for two people, at least, Lois Lane's night out had a very happy ending.