Divide and Conquer

Two women slid into Circe's private beach room. The younger-looking sorceress raised an eyebrow as she sipped her wine. Tall, pale, fit, young, nude. Red hair spilled over their shoulders; the one on the left was wearing a wig, both wore domino masks.

"Hello," the natural red-head said, leaning on the other's shoulder. "My sister and I desperately need some sun. We're so pale."

"And horny," the other said, her voice echoing the real redhead's Gotham accent.

"Sisters?" Circe said. She set her wine cup down and licked her lips. This could be interesting...

"Oh yes," the real redhead said, moving forward confidently. Her body was fit and muscled, like a fighter's. "We share everything..."

"...and we'd like to share you," the other one said, nipples hard and pussy already wet and dribbling down her thighs.

"Well then," the sorceress smiled. "I suppose I could put those tongues to use..."

MANAGEMENT

The letters were embossed on a stately brass plate in the middle of the door. Raven and Zatanna gestured at it.

"She's alone," Raven said quietly. "Doing some kind of divination."

"The door might be locked," Zatanna said.

"You're right," Power Girl cracked her knuckles. "Let's try knocking."

Wood splintered, the whole heavy frame cracking as the door burst inwards to the squeal of hinges.

Plush blue carpet, heavy wood paneling on the walls, leather couch and chairs, a small bar topped with black marble, a tasteful Goya print of naked witches celebrating the Sabbat on the wall. The demon Blaze was seated behind a massive wooden desk.

She stood up slowly, shaking off her human form. Dark horns grew from her brow, and a blood-red bloom on her cheek grew until it covered her entire skin. Black lightning crackled in a halo about her head.

"Who has the balls?" Blaze roared.

Power Girl went in first, flying just above the level of the carpet. Her left hook caught the demon off-guard, snapping her head back as though it was on hinges. Behind her, Raven and then Zatanna came in, muttering their spells...and battle was joined...

Circe cradled the redheads to her breasts. Each of the women was suckling at her teats like a baby, their hands stroking her thighs, her ass. The sorceress closed her eyes. It was true that she only did the lesbian thing perhaps every century or so, just to get it out of her system and refresh her youth, but there was something wonderful about a pair of eager, willing tongues. It was perfect...

Her eyes snapped open, mystic senses suddenly aware of a surge of sorcery nearby.

She frowned and tapped the women's heads.

"That's enough my lovelies, perhaps we can continue this later..."

Swifter than she could fathom, the muscular red-head, the fighter, had twisted herself around. One arm around the sorceress' throat, cutting off her air, the other pinning the witch's wrist to the small of her back in an arm-bar.

"Lois! Do it now!"

The other woman moved swiftly, planting her lips against Circe's cunt, locking her mouth against the slit, tongue invading the immortal twat...and began to suck. As darkness crept into the corners of her vision, Circe felt a terribly familiar draining sensation.

Her free hand groped at the head of the woman between her legs, but she succeeded only in knocking off the wig, revealing a familiar crop of raven-black hair...