Hold Me

Lois did.

She remembered how it had been for her, after her first time. The pain. The pleasure. The embarrassment. The fear. It hadn't even really been with a friend. They hadn't talked about anything after, couldn't look each other in the eyes. The dickgirl reporter didn't want that for Kara.

So they laid next to each other in the bed, naked woman with naked woman, just the heat of their bodies. Lois smelled her hair, like sun-dried laundry. Her cock was still hard, but she didn't want to **** Supergirl to take it again.

I just took Supergirl's virginity, she thought. And maybe fucked a baby into her. I never thought my night would go like this.

"Lois?" Supergirl asked. "Is it—always like that?"

"It doesn't hurt so much, later. Your body heals." The reporter answered. "When I was younger, your age, it was all about fucking. Then I learned that there was more to sex. That it was okay to take your time, slow down, explore. Dirty jokes and dirty stories. Watch porn. Experiment. It stopped being all about penetration and became more about...having fun. Feeling good with someone else."

"That sounds nice," the blonde Kryptonian said. "Lex told me...he didn't think the penis would be permanent. Do you think we could still..."

Lois bent down and kissed her shoulder. The skin was warm and smooth, dry beneath her lips.

"Any time," she promised.

Somewhere not far away, there was a crash. Lois felt the young woman in her arms tense.

"Uh oh," Supergirl said.

"What?" Lois was suddenly alert, looking around. "What is it?"

A wall of the room exploded backwards, as if an invisible explosion had blasted it aside. Through the gaping hole stepped a tall woman with fiery red hair, dressed in a kind of one-piece bikini with window-holes to show off her belly-button and an expanse of cleavage. Huge shoulderpads, a diaphanous yellow cape, and thigh-high boots of some golden metallic cloth completed the outfit.

"I AM MAXIMA, QUEEN OF ALDERAC!" The ginger announced, striking a dramatic pose.

"And I demand you impregnate me!"

Lois Lane narrowed her eyes. "Excuse you?"

Supergirl sighed. "She's an alien queen. Supposed to mate with the strongest there is. Kept trying to hook up with cousin Kal, but he wasn't really interested. Actually a superhero when she's not trying to perfect the royal bloodline or whatever."

"Yes, exactly!" Maxima took a step forward. "I was alerted there was another male Kryptonian here, and now I shall complete my genetic destiny and found the perfect...dy...nas...ty..."

She halted, confused.

"Where's the stud? My sensors clearly showed that Supergirl had just been impregnated."

Lois waved her hand. "Yeah, hi, that was me. Look, I don't really know you, and I'm not really comfortable impregnating anybody else..."

Supergirl's butt pushed back against the reporter's cock, grinding softly. The reporter wasn't sure that meant she was happy to hear it or not.

"...but we were in the middle of cuddling, so if you could...well...leave us to it..."

"Unacceptable!" Maxima raged. "I've been cock-blocked by that big blue boyscout for too long! You must fuck me!"

At the last her voice was ragged with desperation. Lois could believe, right then, that Maxima hadn't been laid in a very long time.