Epilogue: Elf Control

Cold hands gripped her wrists. Her breath steamed in the chill air. The handcuffs snapped shut, and Lois Lane gasped, her pointed ears wiggled.

"When I invited you to dinner," Killer Frost said. "I thought we'd save the frozen treats for dessert. But I guess you're a spoiled little elf...a spoiled little elf that needs to be punished..."

"So...I'm really an elf?" Lois said, and her pointed ears dipped down. She sat in the paper smock on edge of the examination table as the doctors and magicians looked at her.

"Um...we think so," Zatanna said. "But forget what you know about Tolkien. Think...old Irish and Norse myths. You'll probably feel closer to nature, maybe exhibit some supernatural powers, hair color changing with the seasons, that kind of thing. And, uh...you're probably subject to the same traditional weaknesses. Iron, holy ground, that kind of thing."

Lois Lane shook her head in disbelief. Her hair...darker and silkier than it had ever been..feel across her eyes. She rubbed her thighs together and found the courage to ask the question she most needed an answer to.

"Is that why I'm so fucking horny all the time?"

Lois was still trembling from her last climax when the door rang. Her dress still lay on the hangar behind the door to the bathroom. She had found, in the week since her night out, that nudity just felt more...natural. The reporter didn't even notice she was naked as she went to answer the door.

Natural was a bit thing for Lois these days. Artificial sweetners and highly-processed food made her ill. It was organic or nothing. Meat, she found, was still on the menu, but her elf physiology craved plants...salads, herbs, spices, fresh baked bread...

Plants now crowded the balcony of her apartment. She cared and watered them with an almost maternal affection that was completely alien to how she had been. Sometimes, Lois thought she could actually feel what they were feeling...hear a whisper in her thoughts as though they were talking.

The door opened and Killer Frost was there, in a blue dress that sparkled, her right leg bare save for an anklet...and a waft of hot air gusted out the door. One part of being naked all the time was that Lois felt she had to put the heat on.

"Oh...wow. I, uh...I mean, if you're not ready, I can wait..." the pale blonde reformed villain said.

Which is when the naked elf gabbed her and dragged her into her apartment.

Cold fingers scraped down the reporter's breasts. The elf's legs had been **** over her head, a second set of handcuffs about the ankles and wrapped through a hole in the head of the bed made her cunny and ass exposed. Lois Lane's thighs quivered as the unnatural heat within her slowly replaced by a delicious coolness...all except inside her pussy.

"Please...please, I need it...ah!" Lois gasped.

"Nasty little elf slut!" Killer Frost said as she slipped back into cosplay mode. "No one is going to rescue you this time!"

Lubricated fingers pressed against the reporter's pussy. Slowly, the pale hand pressed deeper...and Lois moaned as the heat drained from her cunny. Fortunately, the lubricant that Killer Frost used had a much lower freezing temperature than Lois Lane's pussy juice...and Lois gulped for air as more and more of the hand was pushed into her tight elf-cunt, the labia spread wide, the terrible, endless lust that made it so hard sometimes think finally finding release.

"Bad elf!" The blonde said as her wrist sank into the reporter's cunny. "Naughty elf! Mrs. Claus is going to punish you..."

In any other circumstance, Lois Lane would have laughed...but then Killer Frost's hand contracted into a fist...and Lois felt the finger of another hand press against her anus.

"W-wait!" Lois said. "I...I've never..."

"You will," Killer Frost promised, as her wet finger slid up the reporter's asshole...and Lois Lane's who instinctively squeezed down, felt for a moment like she was being sodomized by an icicle...

...which was definitely an idea she was going to have to bring up with Killer Frost for their next date.

The handcuffs came off after they had both cum. Lois Lane and Killer Frost lay sprawled on the bed, breathing hard, bodies flushed. The pale former villain was so sated with heat that she was nearly normal temperature, and Lois so cooled down from her sexual heat she was a little below...although she thought parts of her pussy might have frost bite.

"S-sorry if that was a bit rough at the end," the blonde said with a shy smile. "I mean, you seemed really into it, but I hope I didn't cross a line or..."

Lois silenced her with a kiss.

"You did great," the reporter said. "I've been having some...self-control issues lately. I think I need it intense. A couple really good orgasms help me focus. And the, ah...handcuffs are a nice touch. Maybe we'll try rope next time, Killer."

Killer Frost smiled hugely. "Caitlin. Caitlin Snow."

Lois smiled back. "Right. Sorry about that."

"Well, I'm happy to help you with a little elf-control," the blue eyes seemed to twinkle. Then they narrowed. "Does a bad elf need a spanking?"

Lois gave a wry grin. Her stomach rumbled. "Maybe...after dinner? We could order a pizza. Vegetarian okay?"

"As long as it isn't frozen," Caitlin said...and they both shared a little laugh.