They're Going To Clark Kent's Apartment To Fuck

The Kryptonian cock burned between the radioactive thighs of Lois Lane. The reporter swore that it felt like it was getting longer...but that was impossible.

Then again, the Pink Kryptonite Woman thought. This should all be impossible. What have I become? What's happened to Supergirl? Where are we going and...what is she going to do to me once we get there?

Questions that were answered a moment later, as they began to descend. Lois felt the Last Daughter...or is that Dickgirl?...of Krypton shiver in her uniform, as though she had a fever. A strange pink light filled those beautiful blue eyes, and the pink light radiating from the reporter's naked skin gave an eerie cast to that pale, smooth skin.

"Where are we?" Lois asked. She was hugging Supergirl close, and saw they had appeared on a balcony at an apartment building.

"Clark's place," Supergirl said as she opened the sliding glass door and carried Lois inside. "It's closest."

"Clark Kent?" The radioactive reporter's eyes grew wide. "Why..."

"He's my cousin," Supergirl explained. Lois caught a bare glimpse of the dark apartment—football trophies, framed headlines from The Daily Planet, a picture of a smiling older couple in front of a farm—as the Maid of Might laid the reporter down on the bed.

"Oh," Lois said as the pieces finally fell into place. Clark Kent was Superm—

THRUST.

All thought evaporated from Lois Lane's head as Supergirl slid the full length of her throbbing cock into the reporter's radioactive depths in a single thrust. Lois hadn't realized how wet and ready she was, or how hot and hard the blonde's prick was.

A hungry mouth latched onto the reporter's neck. Even with only a fraction of her strength, the lust-crazed dickgirl was leaving Lois a super-hickey...and the bedsprings began to groan as the Kryptonian's hips rose and fell, spearing the radioactive reporter to the core, every thrust threatening to burst something inside of Lois, who panted in wanton animal need.

It was a savage, primal fuck, all the energy and pent-up need of Supergirl's life pounding out as fast as she dared, and Lois Lane was not surprised in the least when tharms closed around her so tight that it felt like Supergirl would squeeze the very breath from her, and shook and cried aloud as her white-hot seed shot toward the mouth of the reporter's unprotected womb.

They lay there for a moment, after that quick rut...and Supergirl was still hard.

"One more time," the wild-eyed blonde said, shrugging out of her cape and shirt. Her pale small breasts were lit up by the pink light from Lois Lane's glowing body, her hands grasped the kryptonite-powered tits, rubbing and exploring them for the first time. "Just...I have to go again."

When she could speak again, Lois whispered. "But what if Clark...Superman...comes in?"