Supergirl Wins

As Lois Lane moaned, softly, her fingers rubbed her pussy and ass. For a while, the reporter was lost in her own carnal dream world, as outside, flashes of light, red and white, and dim percussive booms played out a battle that the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was too busy frigging herself blind to see. No, Lois was off in a world of her own, eyes shut to the world as her fingers worked and worked at her pussy and ass...

There was something more there than just months of sexual suppression, the reporter dimly knew. Something had pushed her past her inhibitions. Under normal circumstances, Lois knew she would never have agreed to seduce Supergirl for the demon Blaze. She would have found some other way, some trick, some stratagem, anything to avoid betraying her friend.

Yet here she was, unable to stop. Her breath came in rasps as she lay on her side, one leg in the air, and **** three fingers in her pussy and ass. She pulled at the two holes, her teeth bared in a rictus as the intense sensation racked her body. So different from her normal masturbation, which was usually just petting her pussy, a few nipple twists, eyes closed as she imagined Superman push into her.

Now, a different figure dominated her dreams. Golden blonde hair. Breasts like small, perfectly formed hills, topped with stiff pink nipples, so delicate and begging to be sucked and kissed. The hot, hard body that pressed against hers, the small, strong fingers that pushed past all resistance.

I'm gay for her, Lois realized, in a moment of terrible clarity. I'm gay for Supergirl!

Then...something shifted. The fire that raged in Lois Lane's body flared and receded, until it was no more than a smoldering coal compared to the passion that had been there a moment before. Lois lay in bed, panted, as the aches in her pussy and ass became more apparent, her thoughts suddenly more clear...and she realized at last what must have happened.

Supergirl won. Blaze's spell is broken.

A slim figure landed on the balcony outside of Lois Lane's apartment. The reporter gasped as she saw the cape in tatters as it fluttered in the breeze. The S-shield scored by long slashes. There was blood on that torn uniform, and as Supergirl went to open the door, her fingers fumbled on the latch for a moment...but then she strode in, blue eyes blazing, cold and wet and tired...and very, very horny.