Supergirl Becomes A Lust-Crazed Dickgirl

The Maid of Steel doubled over, hands between her legs. Lois Lane moved forward, the pink light spilling out from her naked form washing over the thin blonde woman, giving her skin and hair a strange rosy glow.

"Kara?" The Pink Kryptonite Woman said, not used to seeing the superheroine this way. "Are you alright? What is it?"

The blonde, still hunched over, looked up. Her normally blue eyes were glowing bright pink, the same color as Lois Lane's skin. Sweat beaded the heroine's upper lip, began to drip down her face. Nostrils flared, pupils dilated, a warm red flush brightened her pale cheeks...Lois had seen such faces on young women before, at university, when they were drunk and high and horny. There was something almost diabolic seeing such an expression on the angelic face of the Last Daughter of Krypton.

"I...I can't hold it..." The young woman croaked, her voice strained with emotion.

Lois put her hands on Supergirl's shoulders. She knelt down, until their faces were level. It was clear that the young woman was suffering with something...but what could it be? A bad period? Some sort of injury? The reporter hadn't seen any sort of problem when the young, leggy blonde had landed.

"Kara...show me. Maybe I can help," Lois said. Even with the weird heat in her body, she wanted to do what she could for her friend.

Cloth ripped. Lois saw the tattered super-panties flutter to the ground. Supergirl's hands came up and gripped the glowing reporter's naked arms, fingers digging tightly into the flesh, until Lois struggled in sudden pain...and then Lois saw what had ripped free, hanging hard and free between the Kryptonian's legs...the swollen purple head wet and slimy, the foreskin peeling back as it swelled thicker and longer...and then in a voice choked with lust, Supergirl said a single, terrifying word.

"CUNT."

Lois Lane looked into her friend's face, but Kara's features were a mask of addled lust. The heroine stood up, not letting go of the reporter's arms, holding her as the hard cock rose forward.

"Cunt cunt cu-nt..." Kara babbled, voice slurring as though drunk, tasting the word. She snuffled audibly, nostrils flaring as her super-senses drank in Lois Lane. Her hips jerked forward, the cock thrust almost into the reporter's face, and then pulled back. "C-can smell your cu-unt..."

The reporter could see that Supergirl was fighting whatever was happening to her...and also that her friend was suffering. She had to help her...or at least get her off the street. Fortunately there weren't many people around—the people of Metropolis knew enough to run away from superhero fights—but between her nudity and Supergirl's wardrobe malfunction, any stray camera would be bad for both of them.

"Kara...listen to me, okay? You have to..."