Epilogue: Superdating

There was a hurricane in the gulf. Wildfires in Canada. A small alien invasion in China.

Lois Lane scrolled through the newsticker on her smartphone. She was on her second glass of wine, and dinner was in the oven keeping warm. For the millionth time, she wondered if the dress was too much...

A breeze flickered the candle on the table as Supergirl opened the door to the balcony. There were smudges on her face, singe marks on her cape. Her hair was a mess.

"Lois! I'm so sorry I'm late, there was this wildfiyaaah..."

The reporter had stood up, and the blonde's jaw had dropped. Lois gave her a smile. The dress was totally worth it.

It was little more than a black, slinky tube, so tight that it hugged every inch and curve. The only thing was it was a little too short. Lois Lane could cover just her nipples or her pussy...not both...and any hard sneeze would reveal both. The reporter had trimmed it very carefully to achieve just that effect.

"Dinner's in the oven, if you're hungry," Lois said, her tongue running over her teeth. "But if you're in a rush...maybe you'd just like to eat...me."

There was a small alien invasion in China. As Supergirl sank to her knees, and Lois straddled her face, Lois Lane hoped that they could hold out for...oh, at least half an hour. A tongue that could have pieced steel slid inside of Lois with the same eager horniess that Lois remembered from when she had been twenty-one. Now almost staring down the barrel at thirty, the reporter had never imagined she'd be in a relationship with a woman eight years younger than her.

Supergirl lapped at her pussy with a pathetic eagerness to please. They hadn't seen each other in three days, and every stolen moment was precious. Lois found herself daydreaming about their dates at work, firing off little pics to Supergirl's smartphone whenever she came out of the shower, price-checking superhuman-grade sextoys on the internet...yet what time they did have together was just like this, the hot little moments where Kara's lips would fasten on the older woman's clit, and suck so hard that Lois would grab the blonde's head in self defense, ready to cum in seconds, faster than should be possible.

The smartphone buzzed. Lois sighed as news reporters started streaming automatically, the announcer's voice agitated. The alien invasion was not, it turned out, going that well.

Supergirl looked up at Lois, the big blue eyes wide.

"It's okay," the reporter said, her heart sinking. "Go save the day. I'll wait up for you."

With a smile of an apology, the Supergirl rose, turned, and was out the door at a run, leaping off the balcony, sailing through the air as a blue-and-red blur...

Lois sat back down at the table. It was like being the girlfriend of a cop or firefighter. Duty trumped dating. She poured herself another glass of wine, knowing she probably wouldn't see Kara again until morning.

Beneath a certain club...below the cement foundation...below the ancient brick of the smuggler's tunnels...to the caverns never touched by humanity that wormed deep beneath Metropolis...there was a strange, glowing pool. There were places where welled forth from the depths of the planet potent chemicals, charged with terrible energies, drawn by the intersection of ley lines. The throbbing pulse of Mother Earth herself.

A crimson form slid through the darkness. In her hand was a blood-stained wand. It had taken her this long to find that which she had sought...the Lazarus pit which had the ability to restore life. Of course, that was only if the body was complete. Yet even this small piece of Supergirl might be enough for the schemes of the demoness Blaze.

"Iä! Shub-Niggurath!" she whispered, and the darkness seemed to hold its breath. "Dark mother, grant me this boon. Iä! Ubbo-Sathla! Primordial one, lend me your power. Iä! Abhoth! Recognize me as your daughter, and look favorably on this work..."

At the announcement of the dark names, black lightning crackled between the demon's horns. It ran down her body and anchored itself in the pool, which began to twist from the strange, lambent green to a deep and neon pink. The scarlet lips twisted into a smile as she dropped the wand into the glowing pool.

Blood lifted...and cells stirred to unnatural life, multiplying like a cancer as the wand itself broke apart and dissolved, as though digested in some mighty stomach. The demon laughed as her power poured through her like a current, and the pool bubbled violently as its regenerative powers were perverted far beyond their purpose. Pale flesh stitched itself together according to the Kryptonian DNA...and within moments a blonde head broke the surface, blue eyes wide, lungs sucking in their first breath of air.

The slim, nude form of a young woman levitated out of the pool, pink goo dripping from the slim, athletic form. Blaze admired the slim breasts, so pert and rising like little cones; the waspish waist and long clean limbs, without scar or trace of fat, the sharply-defined abs...even the navel was reproduced with exactness.

"Magnificent," the demon breathed. "Now, my minion, you will be my tool with which to destroy Superman! Kneel before me and pay homage to your mistress!"

The blonde raised her head to stare at the cavern ceiling...the blue eyes seemed to pierce through earth and stone, the nostrils flared as if seeking some scent, the ears twitched as if struggling to catch some faint sound.

Blaze growled. "I said kneel!"

The scarlet succubus flew upwards, one crimson hand whipping around to slap the naked Kryptonian doppelganger...and a pale hand caught the crimson wrist. The blue eyes turned on Blaze...and with a flick of their wrist the demon's arm snapped, the wrist hanging loose. Blaze couldn't even scream, her pure white eyes widening in shock as the pain hit...and then the anti-Kara tossed the demon away, and turned her vision back to the ceiling...and with a sudden gathering of power, kicked off against the air and burst straight through the ceiling, cracked brick and stone, concrete and rebar, not stopping until she plunged straight into the dying night above Metropolis.

Her nostrils flared, and she sniffed the air...caught the scent and began to follow it.

The bottle of wine was empty. Dinner had been eaten, and the leftovers put in the fridge. The alien invasion in China had turned into a whole multi-superteam thing; Lois had muted her smartphone, not wanting to hear the constant updates. With a sigh, she pulled off the slinky black tube-dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Her stomach didn't have Kara's abs, but it was still firm and tight. She'd been growing her bush out a little, because Supergirl had asked her too...said she liked the smell, the feel of it, and Lois was willing to indulge her. Her breasts were still those bare palmfuls in a half-teardrop shape, just the hint of sag...Lois hoped they wouldn't sag much more, or else she'd have to look into breast augmentations...

The wind blew in from outside, and Lois stared at the door to the balcony. Kara had closed it when she left...the reporter was sure of it...

Then a familiar naked form was behind her. Cool hands slid underneath the reporter's arms to grasp her breasts, thumbs and forefingers holding the nipples as they hardened.

"Kara!" Lois said as she saw the familiar features in the mirror. "Did they finish up in China already? It looked like world war five out there—hmmm."

Cool lips met her mouth...and as soon as they touched her they began to grow warm, hot and eager. Lois tasted something earthy and almost chemical...the reporter wondered if Supergirl had been hit by some alien sludge...but it wasn't entirely unpleasant, it left a kind of tingle on her tongue and lips, which began to spread.

With a burst of super-speed and strength, the reporter found herself on the bed. Strong hands pried apart her legs, and as she looked up at her favorite sight, the pink pussy descended down on the reporter's face.

As much as Lois wished to get to know Kara better as a person, she couldn't deny that this was the kind of thing that she loved. The reporter had no need to be delicate with the Kryptonian cunt, no need to worry about teeth or scratching; she could go as rough as she wanted and Kara would simply moan and thrust her pussy against Lois Lane's lips or fingers harder, and on those rare occasions when Lois could bring Supergirl to a super-orgasm...well, there was no faking those; the ultrasonic scream would set every dog within two miles to howling...

"Lois? I'm bac—by Rao!"

The reporter peeled her lips off the pussy in front of her. She looked over at the balcony...to where Kara stood, still in her costume. Back at the cunt in front of her. Back to Kara.

Lois blinked. "Kara...then...whose pussy am I eating?"

"That," Supergirl said. "Is an excellent question."

The anti-Kara raised her head...and growled, like a dog guarding its bone.

"It's...me."

Lois tried to scrabble out from under the naked woman, but the doppelganger held her firm.

"I...I thought it was," Lois said lamely. "I was just getting undressed, and...she appeared behind me and...I thought it was you!"

"No, I mean her DNA. It's the same as mine. She's some sort of clone or...something."

Supergirl walked forward gently, and knelt down so that her face was on a level with the doppelganger's.

"Can you...understand me?" Kara said. "I'm Kara. You're eating out my girlfriend's pussy."

"Cunt no am mine," the anti-Kara growled. "Me am not Arak.

Supergirl whistled. "Okay. Bizarro-speak. Got it. Um...Me am hate Lois. She no am my girlfriend."

"No. Am. Mine."

The air was tense. The last thing Lois Lane wanted was too blonde Kryptonians fighting over her pussy.

"Uh...Supergirls no share?"

Four blue eyes turned and looked at the reporter. The doppelganger licked her lips. She eyed Supergirl appraisingly.

"Supergirl...no like women?"

"Supergirl hate Lois," Kara said. "Supergirl hate taste of Lois Lane's pussy. Supergirl...no share with other?"

For an answer, the Arak's head shot out, grabbing Supergirl by the neck...and Lois Lane got to see the rare sight of her girlfriend making out with herself, the Kryptonian lips mashing together, tongues seeking, twirling...and then turning back to Lois as the sloppy kiss broke.

"Yeah..." the Arak said. "Me no am share both of you."

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois murmured, as Kara began to strip out of her uniform, to join both women in the bed.

Superdating had just gotten super-interesting...