Epilogue: Anyway, We're Dating Now?

Supergirl blushed. She didn't feel comfortable talking about her personal life, but she had to tell someone, and she couldn't tell Kal...

Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Zatanna, and Raven sat around the table. The Amazon put her hand on the younger woman's shoulder.

"Well...you're an adult now," Diana said. "You should be enjoying your sexuality. None of us are going to judge you. And you don't have to reveal your secret identity until you're sure you love her."

"Hell, I'm jealous," Power Girl said. "How big did you say her breasts are now?"

"Not as big as yours," Supergirl said. Her cheeks burned, shoulders hunched, both embarrassed and kind of proud. "But she's been looking at these...really big implants."

"I'm more concerned," Zatanna said. "It sounds like Lois Lane has experienced a profound personality change...and physical changes...in a short time. You say you've been eating her ass out daily?"

"Y-yeah," Supergirl said. "For the last few weeks. She says it's the only time she can really think. Sometimes I...I use my fingers...or a strap-on...but she really loves my tongue. I never...I never knew a woman could cum with her ass, but..."

"Did you notice anything else?" Raven broke in. "Anything...out of the ordinary? A birthmark, a tattoo, a smell?"

Supergirl blinked. "Um. Now that you mention it, I think there's a little mark, just above her hairline. You can't really see it because it's beneath the blonde hair, but I have X-ray vision and...um, she kind of likes it, when we're out on a date, and I can sot of peak beneath what she's wearing and see if she's got on sexy underwear, or a butt plug, or..."

Raven pulled out a notepad and pen. "Draw this symbol."

The young Kryptonian took the pen and, in a burst of super speed, rendered a photorealistic memory of Lois Lane's upper neck. The drawing was a bit mechanical, as the Maid of Steel wasn't much of an artist, but the rendering was clear. Zatanna and Raven shared a knowing look.

The image was a kind of inverted pentagram, with a little flicker in the middle like a candle flame.

"This is the mark of the demon Blaze," Raven said. "Lois Lane is bewitched."

"And Blaze is a powerful demon," Zatanna said. "It won't be easy to remove her influence."

"But...I'm going to her apartment for dinner tonight!" Supergirl said.

Four pairs of eyes fixed on the young woman. The blush crept to the tips of Kara's ears.

"Not...not like that! Real food. She's making lasagna!" The blonde's lower lip quivered. "I mean, I'm probably going to...eat her ass later, but she does things for me too!" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Sexy things."

Wonder Woman gave Supergirl a little pat.

"It's okay, Kara. We don't want to disturb your relationship. But we do need to figure out how this demon is influencing Lois."

Raven stood up. "I need to examine the devil's mark myself. Supergirl, text your girlfriend. Tell her to set one more place for dinner."

"Raven!" the bubbly blonde reporter said with a smile. "I'm so glad to meet you! Linda hasn't introduced me to any of her friends, yet."

Raven had dressed in her civilian clothes: a black t-shirt advertising a black metal band, barely distorted by the swell of her small breasts, a pencil skirt, fishnet stockings into black combat boots, fishnet sleeves on her bare arms, a black lace choker. With her pale complexion and the heavy mascara under her eyes, she looked every inch the twenty-something goth. Instinctively, Raven tried to shake hands...and Lois Lane, redolent in a tight pink dress which showed a lot of cleavage, pulled her in for a hug, squishing her tits against the young woman's.

Dinner was awkward. Raven found herself picking at the lasagna, the brussel sprouts, and salad. Supergirl, who was dressed in her civilian clothes of a Metropolis U. t-shirt, sneakers, and jean-skirt dug in with a gusto, washing the food down with milk. Lois had broken out a bottle of red wine and filled Raven's glass before she could stop her.

The witch had never known Lois Lane before she went blonde, but it was clear that now the reporter had no filter. She kept up a steady stream of chatter, mostly about her relationship with Supergirl, the natural blonde blushing at all the compliments regarding her analingus technique, how sweet her pussy tasted, the ways Lois had been thinking of taking their relationship to the next level so that the young woman wouldn't get bored with her...

...but she was also, Raven realized, still the intelligent, perceptive, inquisitive reporter. By the end of the meal, Raven realized she had drunk four glasses of wine and was quite tipsy, and that she had spoken more about her own life and relationships than she had intended.

"So tell me," Lois asked as she gathered up the dishes. "Are you and Garfield exclusive?"

"We uh...I guess not?" Raven said. "We haven't really talked about it."

"But you do practice anal sex regularly, don't you?" Lois pressed. "You said you were allergic to birth control, and he's allergic to latex. That doesn't leave much left."

Some color came to Raven's pale cheeks. "I...I mean yes, we do. It's not...it keeps him happy, and I don't mind it..."

"Darling," Lois gave Raven an exaggerated wink as she carried the dishes to the kitchen. "You don't have to hide it. One anal slut can recognize another."

Raven kept her face carefully neutral. In truth, she did really like anal sex, but she couldn't believe Lois had learned that much about her in such a short time.

When Lois Lane came back, she was naked. Raven's eyes widened. The slim blonde was fit...but her supernatural senses could detect the traces of demon magic in that figure. The bare pussy may have been shaved naturally, but the heavy breasts practically glowed with demonic energies, the wider hips and heavier buttocks that gave Lois hourglass proportions were the result of more than diet and exercise; it was the taint of the infernal.

"You don't mind, do you?" Lois said, her hand stroking the back of her girlfriend's neck. "After dinner, I need my little Linda Lee. You could even...join us...if you wished?"

Supergirl's eyes had taken a strangely blank expression, and Raven realized too late that the Kryptonian was under her girlfriend's spell...and the strangest part was, Raven didn't think Lois even knew she was doing it. The reporter was using Blaze's magic to entice Supergirl into lewder acts...and now that Raven was aware of it, she could feel those same tendrils striving to draw her into the same web of lesbian lust.

"Her tongue is wonderful," Lois said. "I can tell you prepared your ass before you came here. Why not join us? It's not cheating on your boyfriend. Just...something between us girls."

Raven found herself standing up, and drifted toward the bedroom. She could fight the spell, but she also knew she didn't need to. The mental compulsion wasn't strong enough to make her do anything that the witch didn't want to do. Even Supergirl, who was obviously more under the reporter's influence, would have had to at least wanted to taste Raven's ass to continue.

Which is how Raven found herself and Supergirl stripping out of their civilian clothes. Bottles of lube were open. Raven found herself pressed between the two blondes, the one body hard and muscular, the other soft and padded. Hot mouths on her neck as they guided her toward the bed. Blaze's influence had worked its way deep inside Lois Lane's mind and spirit, Raven could see that now. ..but there was no sign of active influence. Like the demon had simply wound Lois up and let her go.

The climax of the evening found the three of them daisy-chained together, each tongue buried in each other's ass, striving to find a comfortable position for their legs and hair. Raven felt the heat build inside of her as she pried apart the blonde bimbo's ass cheeks, the pink asshole so pretty, clean, and well-exercised...and the smell wasn't unpleasant at all, not like the few times she'd experimented with Garfield...

But Beast Boy had never eaten her ass out as eagerly as Supergirl. Kara's tongue was experienced now, and she ran her super-strong tongue around the Goth girl's pucker with easy skill, teasing and pressing. Raven found herself moaning, shivering...and she almost missed it, as she let herself go a little. The little pink flame that burned at the base of Lois Lane's neck, the sign of her bewitchment. Raven's eyes narrowed as she felt that Blaze was pouring more power into her victim...letting the bimbo compulsion sink deeper, merge more completely with Lois Lane's soul.

It must be easier when Lois is climaxing, the witch realized. But that means we can't just remove the enchantment, because the demon will just re-establish the connection. We'll have to deal with the source. Something has to be done with the Blaze.