She surrenders.

"Please I... I want to live... I want to live more than anything... I... Please don't make me go back to the dark..."

Gone is the menace, the assailant, the villain. Becomming limp in your arms Satan Girl reveals the scared, **** girl that is her core. Your understand of her grows, that she is not an 'evil' counterpart to Supergirl, merely her shadow. Made of her emotional weaknesses and fears, the 'bad girl' that she fears she could be. At her heart she is still Kara Zor-El, fearing ****, wanting to be saved, wanting to be a mother.

"I'll be a... I'll be your good girl." Tears of mixed emotions are streaming down her face as her thumbs hook into the sides of her thong, pulling at the phantom fabric until it bursts, drifting into nothingness and leaving her exposed, naked save for her boots. "I'll do whatever you want, if you'll save me."

She curls, trying to push out her chest, trying to entice you, clusmily rolling in your grip with her lack of knowledge in the art of seduction. You wonder how many times such a thought has crossed Supergirl's mind, a fearful countdown to the day she begs someone to spare her life, offering herself up to be **** rather than be killed.

"Do you think you're a whore?" you ask as you begin to kiss her face, your lips stealing away the tears that she sheds.

"I!" It starts defiant, then she mumbles into quiet uncertainty.

"I'm not buying you." You kiss down her body, tasting sweat and dust from your fight. You run a hand over her and your aura ripples across her skin, cleansing her and making her shiver. "I'm going to look after you. You'll be a mother to my children," you kiss across her stomach, down over her womb. "You'll be loved and cared for. You'll be alive and happy."

You sink between her legs now, letting Satan Girl cling to the crater you embedded her in as her flight becomes shakey. Perhaps from your touch, perhaps from some inante masochisim she is already so wet as your tongue trails along her slit, smiling at how she tastes just like Supergirl.

"Supergirl will be there too," you feel her thighs tense and you breathe gently on her kitty to make her shudder and disrupt her thoughts. This is going to be a tender moment, but from Supergirl's eagerness to pull in Power Girl, you have a feeling this lack of want for monogamy, this need for as much love as possible runs through all versions of Kara Zor-El, and that Satan Girl will be no exception. "And Power Girl. All three Supergirls together. We'll be a big happy family."

You look up and Satan Girl is staring at you with wide, weeping eyes, her plush lip quivering as she tries to not completely break down. As you thought, she never hated her original in the first place. Envied, yes, but ultimately, perhaps, there was no-one in the world she wanted to be loved by more than the girl who it seemed had to reject her.

"You... you called me a 'Supergirl'..." The smile is nervous, small, frail. It means more to her than she thought it could.

You rise up again, towering over this ****, buxom girl before leaning in and kissing her.

"Because you are a Supergirl. Everything will be okay," you undo your trousers here and now. Even if a pregnancy doesn't take immediately, just being full of her cum should help anchor her, and besides, how could you resist such a trembling maiden. "Just love me and be loved by me."

She nods. Trusting you. Opening herself to you. She closes her eyes and trembles as you line yourself up.

"Just turn your power off for now... save what little you have left... you can just be a girl for now..."

In your Astral Vision the light in her dims as she obeys, conserving the light she has left, making herself mortal in your arms as your aura begins to wrap around her and protect her.

"Such a good girl." It makes her smile, before she cries out as you ram deep into her virgin body, tearing her hymen in one stroke. A masochistic smile dawns on her face as you don't let up. So long as she's enjoying it, you can let her first breeding keep hurting.