She can't match your experience.

Power Girl panics at first. She responds like a panicked animal, wriggling and pushing at you. Without her enhanced strength, she can't hope to move you. She mewls and your tongue slides into her mouth, your hands roam down her body, pushing at sensitive nerve clusters. You've seduced two Supergirls so far, you understand her body, her weaknesses, her heart. Her efforts to push you away turn into a **** cling to keep you close, her wriggling becomes a sensual writhing as she pulls her body against yours. Eventually you pull away, Power Girl's face is dazed and dreamy, yet tears start to flow down her face.

You take this time to look through her with your Astral Vision. You had spoken with the Doctor on the way in, and what you see confirms what he said. The burning light of the sun you can see in Supergirl is gone, burned out. It looks similar to Satan Girl in a way, a great power that once flowed, but is now gone, forever.

"It's okay to cry," you tell her, leaning in and gently kissing the tears. You remember Supergirl trembling in your arms in the sky. You know that Power Girl needs the same help. "Hold onto me, lean on me, just be my girl..."

Your voice becomes a husky whisper, and you can catch a glimpse of the girls behind you shiver.

"Girls," you turn. "Please make sure we aren't disturbed."

Supergirl and Satan Girl pout, and Power Girl looks up with surprise, apparently having not noticed her alternates arrive.

"What are... why are...?"

"Shhhh," you lie her back down on the bed.

"Why are they here?" She asks. Confused, fearing betrayl, and yet, you can see the hint in her aura, the desire. The same want that Supergirl has for her.

"I'm making a collection." You grin. "Beautiful super girls in need of love and care."

"I'm... I'm not super any more..." Power Girl's head hangs low.

"But you do need love and care," you reply, kissing her gently, your hands grasping her hospital gown and in a swift motion ripping it from her body.

That Supergirl and Satan Girl have physical forms to match, it in no way diminishes the power in stripping the famous breasts of Power Girl bare before you. She goes to speak, but your hands are upon her, touching and teasing. She has no defence against your touch, against your knowledge, and any rebuttal whimpers out into mewling.

"We can talk it out, but I know the outcome. I know the wants in your heart. To be loved, cared for, protected," you pinch a nipple hard enough to hurt, she moans in delighted masochism. "Struggle if it makes you feel better, but I'm waiting with open arms. To give you love, a family."

Your hand is between her legs now, seizing at a place so **** that Power Girl shudders and clasps her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream. Private out patient room or not, this is still in the hospital wing of the Justice League Watchtower. Of course, even knowing that, she grows hot and wet under your touch, her body begging you in ways she has not yet with words.

"Supergirl and Satan Girl are both on their way to becomming happy mothers, join them... join me."