Blaze Interrupts

"Okay, this shit has to end now." The strange accent on the voice cut through the trilling moan emanating from the core of Lois Lane's being. Supergirl had both fists inside the reporter's cunt and ass and was playing her like an instrument.

Lois barely managed to turn her head and saw that the demon Blaze was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in some kind of orange tunic that clashed badly with her blood-red skin, with a plunging V that threatened to expose her breasts every time she breathed and a long swishing kind of skirt that left her legs bare; only a kind of belt of leering demon faces in metal kept the ensemble together.

Supergirl narrowed her eyes. "We are in the middle of something, Blaze."

"You shouldn't be in the middle of anything!" Blaze stamped her foot so hard that Lois could hear the floor crack. "You're supposed to be this innocent little virgin! She was supposed to violate you with my magic wand and ruin you! Not turn you into some...diesel dyke!"

The vibrations slowed down to what would count as idle if Lois was naked and astride a motorcycle. The blue-eyed blonde turned to Lois, a shocked look on her face.

"Lois is this true?"

"S-s-s-she ga-gave me-e-e the w-w-w-wand," Lois shook herself, parts of her still vibrating. Her ass and pussy felt incredibly loose. "S-s-s-she was-s h-holding thes-se wo-women h-hostage. Unless..." The reporter took a deep breath. "...unless I took your virginity."

Supergirl's face was carefully blank. Lois Lane knew with her super-senses, the Kryptonian Maid of Might would be able tell if she was lying.

"And everything after that?" Kara said, and Lois could hear the hope in her voice.

Lois reached out and stroked her face. "That was all us, babe. I didn't want to hurt you, honestly. I figured once I broke your cherry the deal was done. Everything after that...I thought you wanted to do it. I know I did."

"You see!" Blaze shrieked. "This is the kind of shit I'm talking about! This lovey-dovey lesbian romance...gah! I don't want her to be in lust with you, you mortal cunt! I want her sullied and worthless, a nasty little tramp who gives in to her lust..."

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had a fairly good working gasp of human psychology. She'd seen supervillains lose their shit before when their plans went sideways. In her professional assessment, there was a sense of a whine in the demon's voice...but also a sense of purpose. Blaze was deliberately pushing Supergirl's buttons. Trying to get her to react, somehow.

As Supergirl's head turned back toward the demon, Lois saw the glow of a pair of red eyes...

Red eyes take warning.

Lois reached out and grabbed the young woman's shoulder.

"Kara, don't. She's trying to get to you. Maybe this is all part of her plan? Get you angry? Please, don't overreact."

The Kryptonian was quivering with barely-suppressed emotion. Lois knew that she must be trying to process everything she had just heard and learn.

Slowly, carefully, Supergirl slid her hands out of her lover's holes.