Epilogue: Supernympho

"Kara...please...I've got to get to work..."

"Just one more," Supergirl said, effortlessly pinning the reporter's mouth against her cunt. "I need this. You have no idea. I can't concentrate unless I cum at least twice a morning. You know that. You don't want me out there trying to save lives all distracted, do you?"

Lois sighed...and buried her tongue in the tight pink twat in front of her. The reporter's whole mouth clamped tight over the pussy, and she sucked hard, knowing that was how Kara liked it. In truth, she didn't mind eating out her lover's pussy at any time, but lately Kara had been getting so needy it was affecting the reporter's work-life balance.

She had lost count of how many times Supergirl had been battling a villain, and gotten so excited by the battle that she had immediately flown off. Lois had seen the footage on the web and immediately headed for the roof, knowing where Kara was flying. She'd waited there, feeling like she was staring out on the Gulf of Mexico awaiting a hurricane...and when it happened, it had been too fast, too shocking. Kara had barely slowed down, ripped Lois right out of her clothes, the wind battering at the reporter's naked flesh as Kara hugged her close, the super-strong tongue thrust into her mouth, hands groping her tits so hard that they left bruises.

Supergirl never meant to hurt her. It was just that she was so ****...her sex drive was so strong, and growing all the time. She'd made it a rule weeks ago that neither of them were to wear clothes in the apartment, except when getting ready to go out. Kara simply couldn't stand not having access to Lois at any time. Some nights, Lois even woke up to find Kara floating over her, fingering her pussy, the hot juices dripping on the reporter's face.

Lois was sure that if it was anyone else, her grades would be falling at university. Being but a mere mortal herself, Lois could feel her work suffering. Copy was barely getting in on time, and Lois hated the feel that she was cutting corners in the research. Not that anybody else would know—she was the best for a reason—but Lois knew that one big mistake and her reputation would take a hit.

The thighs clamped on the reporter's head as Supergirl shuddered in climax. The reporter felt exhausted, fuzzy-headed, tongue numb. Now, maybe she could get to work.

"Do you love me?" Kara said.

The reporter's violet eyes looked up at her. "Yugh," she managed.

"Good," Kara said. She pulled Lois up, to press the reporter's naked body against her own. "Because...I know I've been needy lately. And the thing is, I know it's getting worse. I've just turned into a total nympho and I...I'm afraid of what might happen, if I didn't have you. I see all those women around me, all the time, and I've been thinking about what I might...do to them. And nobody could stop me."

Lois's eyes widened in horror. If Supergirl did want to **** someone, she could. Only Superman or someone of his caliber could stop her...or maybe even find out about it.

"That's why...I need to ask more of you. To help protect others. I need somebody that can take care of all of my sexual urges. Even the ones I haven't dared to try yet."

Kara bit her lip and gave Lois a plaintive look with her big blue eyes. "Lois...I know you're more girlfriend. My lover. But I need...I need you to be my sex ****."

The reporter's heart sank...because she didn't think she had much choice. If she said 'no,' she was going to be setting a rapacious Supernympho loose on the world. But if she said yes...

Supergirl took her silence for affirmation. Faster than she could follow, Lois felt the collar click into place around her neck.

"You won't regret this, ****," Kara said. "I'm going to fuck you in ways you can't even imagine!"