Seduce Supergirl

Lois Lane stared at the phone. The shakes had stopped. The demon had left. She could still taste Blaze's cum on her lips. But it wasn't as bitter as the promise she had made.

With studied nonchalance, she began to text.

LL: Hey. Any chance you'd help a damsel in distress?

The response pinged back a moment later.

SG: Just rescued a kitten. Are you okay?

Lois swallowed. Now or never...

LL: I have a pussy in need of rescuing.

SG: Is it stuck up a tree?

LL: No. But it's been lonely for a long time.

SG: Um. We're not talking about a cat, are we?

The reporter angled the phone down and spread her legs, trying to judge the angle just right—snap and send.

SG: :O

LL: Does it look nice.

SG: I...guess

LL: Good enough to eat?

SG: Lois, are you okay? Not being mind-controlled or hypnotized or under the influence of a Star Sapphire or something?

LL: Not brainwashed. Just lonely and horny and dtf.

LL: I've been thinking about you lately. When I touch myself.

LL: But it isn't enough.

LL: Are you in Metropolis? Can you cum by?

Lois Lane wondered if she had pushed it too far with the booty sext. She didn't even know if Supergirl liked girls. Although there were always those rumors about her and Batgirl...

There was a knock, out on the balcony. The reporter nearly leapt out of bed, still naked. A statuesque blonde woman stood out beyond the sliding glass doors, red cape fluttering in the wind. She blushed as she saw Lois in the altogether. The reporter slid the door open.

"Lois. You're uh...wow." Supergirl blushed, unable to keep her gaze above nipple-level. "What if somebody sees you?"

"Well, you'd better come in," the reporter reached out and took her hand. "Before somebody does."

Lois Lane's pulse quickened, stomach fluttering uneasily.