Warm yourself

"Warm me, I am cold," you asked her afraid of being frozen by the high altitude winds to ****

"Yes, master," she replied without hesitation, wrapping her arms around you tighter and pressing her body against yours. She did some Kryptonian trick raised her body temperature and started to feel like an alive hot bath. Her breathing also grew heavier, and you could feel her heart beating faster.

Your hand slid under the superhero's skirt, to her pantieless crotch. You felt the wetness and the heat coming from her pussy, and you knew that she is horny beyond any reasonable measure. And yet she didn't dare to ask for sex. She was your **** and she knew that she had to obey, that things happen only when you decide.

And you decide to have pity on your Superslave and slide your finger inside her artificially warmed-up pussy. She was no human, her pussy was unnaturally tight and slick, but it was still a pussy, and it reacted to your touch just like any other woman's would. Supergirl moaned softly, her hands tightened around your waist, and her hips started to move in rhythm with your finger fucking her wet pussy.

Your earlier injuries still were there but the slight pain was overwhelmed by the pleasure of controlling this magnificent creature. She was yours, and she loved it. She loved being a total ****. Was it even evil to use her if she enjoyed every second of being under your pheromones?

As you fingered her, she started to moan louder and louder, her body trembled, and even the flight path became unstable, erratic, and twisted. Her hot (in all senses of this word) breasts rubbed wildly against your chest. Her costume was so tight that you could feel every single bump and curve of her body almost as well as if she was naked.

Your second finger found its way into her, and her cunt squirmed around both fingers, her walls gripping them tightly. She was close, and you knew it. And you didn't want to let end so quickly.

"I forbid you to come," you ordered her, "and keep flying straight."

She moaned in disappointment but didn't disobey. Her juices, hot like lava, kept flowing around your fingers. Your thumb found her clit, and you started to rub it: gently at first, then harder and faster.

Her cape flapped in the wind, her body twisted and turned as if she was in some kind of ecstatic dance. Her moans became louder and louder, and her hips bucked against your hand. Most of the men on the planet would kill to see this but you were high in the air flying above the ocean, far from prying eyes. Only you were lucky enough to see Supergirl like this, only you were lucky enough to decide what will happen next.

"You may come now, Supercunt," you commanded her deciding that enough is enough.

Her whole body shuddered and convulsed, her hips bucked wildly against your hand, and she came hard, her juices spurting around your fingers. She screamed in ecstasy, her voice echoing through the clouds like a deafening thunder.

As she came down from her orgasm, her body trembled and her breathing was ragged. Her cheeks were flushed with the heat of her arousal, and her eyes were half-closed with pleasure. She looked at you with, admiration, gratitude, and love, once again, giving you an indication that she would do anything for you.

You no longer felt cold, not only did her hot body warm you up, not only did she fall far lower with you being not that far from the ocean, your own growing arousal made you feel more than warm inside. Now you needed your own release.