Gentle and Lovingly

"You can do it," Lois Lane said, her hands rubbing gently along the blonde woman's thighs. "You have to. This isn't something to be taken, Kara. All I can provide is the cock. You have to do the rest."

The superheroine closed her eyes and swallowed. The reporter could feel her shivering, so eager yet so scared.

"Will it hurt?" She asked, finally.

"Yes. But you've been hurt before. You've faced down aliens, metahumans, gods..." The reporter's lips sought out her earlobe, felt the small breasts press into her own, the nipples hard as anything.

"Come on. I'm right here with you." The reporter whispered.

"O-okay. Here I go..."

Weight began to press on the head of Lois Lane's cock. That beautiful face twisted in a grimace. the reporter slid her fingers up, up over those abs, fingers seizing those tiny tits, her teeth grasping the earlobe, biting down hard. Just the briefest flash of pain, Lois knew, and then the burning sting of the open wound.

It would heal, eventually. Every woman knew it. Every one...including her. That was why she had wanted to do this gently, to ease her into it. To make this a night to remember fondly, and not a horror of pain, fat cock pushed in with ****. Just to let gravity and a Kryptonian prick slide into a Kryptonian cunt, like nature intended.

Supergirl cried out, very softly, as her weight settled into the reporter's lap. The reporter could feel her cock wrapped into that tight fold of flesh, **** past and through that little barrier. She let the earlobe go and cooed softly.

"It's okay, bay," Lois whispered. "It'll pass. We all go through it. You were so brave. That's why they all love you..."

Kara's hands closed on Lois Lane's back, hugging the reporter close, and Lois let go of those small breasts to hug her back.

"Do you love me Lois?" She whispered.