Raven, Zatanna, & Power Girl Are Having Trouble With Blaze

Zatanna hit the wall hard enough to make the framed erotic print fall down.

"Z's down!" Raven roared. Red light burst from her hands and hit the side of the horned devil's head, but Blaze ignored it. The demon's left fist slipped past Power Girl's guard and hit right beneath her heart. Strong and tough as she was, Power Girl paled...and wasn't prepared for Blaze's follow-up.

The right fist slammed into Power Girl's left tit, the fist sinking so deep that the blonde superheroine briefly thought her nipple turned into an innie. Then the inhuman **** of the blow caught up with her, and as Blaze followed through the caped heroine went flying straight through the opposite wall.

"Azarath...Metrion...Zinthos!" Raven screamed. The red light between the witch's hands focused down like a laser and burst against the demon's form. What was left of Blaze's clothing turned black and quickly fell off in a cloud of ashes. The demon held one hand before her face, black lightning settled about her horns like a halo.

"Trigon's daughter," Blaze said as she weathered the young woman's magical ****. Slowly, the demon began to push her way back toward the nineteen-year-old. "I hope you haven't given it up yet, little one. I haven't made a virgin bleed in far too long."

The pale young woman held her ground. Her eyes narrowed as she focused all of her energies on this spell. She had Blaze's sole attention at the moment...and she needed to buy as much time as she could.

"Like an old cunt like you could even get it up anymore!" Raven shouted, in a vain hope to put Blaze off her game. "What are you now? Four inches while erect?"

"You'll feel me," Blaze growled. Every second, the demon stepped closer...and in her peripheral vision, Raven could actually see the long, dark shape that swung between her legs. "When I'm planting my bastard in your belly."

Despite herself, Raven shook. It was no idle threat.

Down below, Circe's hair was grey. Lines had formed and deepened into canyons and valleys in her face. The firm, full breasts sagged and shriveled, the pink nipples became grey. The skin, once soft and lush, became thin and stretched as the muscles and flesh beneath them wasted away. Batgirl shifted her grip so as not to break the sorceress's collarbone...but as Circe shuddered and came for the last time, the old crone went limp in her arms. Around them, the beach faded until the three women were in a bare room lit by a single 10-watt bulb.

Lois Lane, back to her old self, peeled her lips away from the sagging labia and pinched a stray pubic hair from between her teeth.

"You'll have to show me your technique sometime," Batgirl quipped as she slipped a pair of bat-cuffs on the ancient sorceress's hands and a gag in her mouth. She draped Circe over her shoulder; skin and bones as she was, Lois doubted the naked sorceress now weighed even eighty pounds.

The reporter grinned. She felt nearly bursting with energy. "Up close and personal, if you like."

Batgirl snorted. "You eat one pussy, and now you think you're Queen of the Rugmunchers?"

Lois took a swat at Batgirl's ass, but missed as the heroine danced out of the way.

"Anyway, let's go. We've secured one target, but we'd better go recover my costume and see if Zatanna and the others are okay."

"Right," Lois said. Her eyes were fixated on Batgirl's ass. She would miss the exposure that this outfit gave her...but then again, the regular bat-costume did hug that ass pretty tightly.

Not a thought that would normally occur to the Daily Planet's Greatest reporter...but Lois Lane didn't have time to think that maybe she had sucked more from Circe than just the years the sorceress had stolen.