Mirror Matches

Power Girl huffed in annoyance as she was thrown clean through a bus and crashed down in the lobby of... some hotel or other, she didn't really care right now. Her opponent blurred through the hole in the front of the building, evidently not willing to give the heroine a moment's respite, but evidently hadn't got the memo about starting an attack on Krypton's Finest with a move that couldn't actually hurt her - namely, that you shouldn't. Ducking under a right hook that left a whirlwind in its wake, she caught the 'surprise' uppercut from her opponent's left hand in both hands and twisted her opponent's arm with bone-crushing ****. The other femme twisted in mid-air with the motion, using her powers of flight to spin heels over head and slam a kick into Power Girl's temple.

"Unf!"

It was rare for Power Girl to meet somebody who could hit her hard enough to feel it, rarer still to meet one who was willing to hit her that hard - and nigh-unheard of for them to do so in anger! Head ringing like a bell, she nonetheless managed to dodge the two-handed overhead blow from the other femme's fists that left a crater six feet deep in the lobby's marble floor. She lunged in for the grapple, but her opponent was ready and caught her. Floating above the crater, muscles straining against each other as their fingers entwined and their busts and bulges pressed together, Power Girl glared at her black-clad, black-haired doppelganger.

"I know the whereabouts of every other Kryptonian who's ever been to Earth," she growled, face set with determination, "so who the hell are you?"

The malevolent mirror image grinned madly, lust for both her opponent and the battle itself sparkling in her eyes. "Just call me Divine, Daddy."

With that, the newly-named Divine released her grip on Power Girl's hands - but, rather than trying to back off out of grabbing range, she instead pressed forwards. Delicate hands tangled in Power Girl's short blonde hair, pulling her head forwards to meet Divine's as the black-haired Kryptonian pressed their lips together in a surprisingly soft kiss. Power Girl's hands dove downwards of their own accord, sinking into the massive, juicy globes of Divine's ASS as her foe, sensing that she'd been successful, followed suit onto the blonde's own.

In an instant, the fight had turned from a life-and-**** struggle into one of a far more perverse bent. It was a change that Power Girl was intimately familiar with, having had it occur to her hundreds of times over the span of her career. Kryptonians were a naturally passionate species, their lusts burning hot and their determination unbreakable. She'd long been a connoisseur of the female form, even before the- before the- before-

Both Kryptonians moaned into each other's mouths as their cocks throbbed inside of their leotards, swelling into hardness and grinding against each other as they stretched the material to its limits. Each femme released the grip of her right hand and delivered a smack to the other's ASS that made flesh ripple and what little glass remained in the lobby shatter, before redoubling their groping, squeezing assaults on each other's rears. Tiny muscle groups deep within both Power Girl and Divine's bodies began to twitch, their forms beginning to thrum with power and desire. Kegels, clits and femme cocks began to clench and throb as they ground against each other, hips rolling in perfect synchronisation and busts flattening against each other.

"Damn, Daddy," Divine gasped, breaking the kiss momentarily and looking Power Girl in the eyes, "you've got such a juicy fucking ASS."

"Juicy fucking ASS," Power Girl moaned in agreement, not able to process the significance of Divine's dirty talk, before lunging back in and slurping up the strings of spit connecting their lips as she started another deep, sloppy kiss. Both of them moaned again as their cocks twitched inside of their leotards, precum spilling out and coating their shafts, turning the tight confines of the super-durable material into slick, skin-tight sheaths for them to hump and grind into. Phantom fingers ghosted over their flesh, occasionally delivering a rough squeeze to a breast, thigh or whatever small piece of ASS wasn't currently receiving the attention of a horny, girl-crazy Kryptonian. Phantom lips pressed soft kisses all over them and parted to whisper their opponent's weak spots in their ears of drag long, slow licks over choice parts of their bodies. The pair broke their second kiss as one, looking through one another with eyes filled with softly glowing spirals alternating in red, gold and a deep, slutty purple.

Unseen by either of them, Galatea grinned wickedly as she hooked Power Girl's leotard aside with a curled finger and lined up her cock with the blonde's twitching, eager asshole. Opposite her, Power Bottom's eyes were sparkling with mad lust as she mirrored Galatea's expression and actions on Divine.

Unseen by either of them, Selina Kyle and Selina Kyle licked her lips and blew herself kisses as she prepared to spear the two supervillainesses on her thick, pulsing shafts. As all four slipped into their targets, the burglar-turned-supreme being's eyes fluttered closed in blissful satisfaction.

"O-Obey. The. ASS!"