It begins with a sluttier Power Girl than we’re used to…

Young and scrappy compared to some of the other JLA members, Power Girl always stood out as a very unique superheroine. She was always one to do things her own way, instead of following the examples of her predecessors. And never was this more clear than today.

She was a true goddess of beauty, even among literal goddesses of beauty. If there was one thing Power Girl was confident in, it would have to be her body. And if there was one thing Power Girl loved, it was having her body appreciated.

Though she had once been irritated by men staring at her large, perfect chest, she had grown to enjoy it in recent years. In fact, whenever she ran into somebody who wouldn’t look, whether as a matter of polite principle or personal discipline, she would actively attempt to draw their eyes down towards her impressive bust. Slowly swaying her chest as they talked, bouncing slightly on her heels, or outright cupping her big boobs from underneath and lifting them up. That last one was always a killing blow. Always.

There was a special kind of long-repressed pleasure that she got from breaking down a disciplined mind with nothing but her own body. A feeling of pride as she watched their eyes glance downwards, and their sentence run off into an awed silence. They could train for a lifetime, but train though they might, they would always lose against her natural, birth-given assets.

As an alien, and a newcomer to Earth, it had taken a while for this adaptation to kick in. She had first interpreted their leering gazes as another sign that she was “the other”, and not a person deserving of calling Earth her new home. As she settled in and grew more comfortable, she realized that those gazes were actually the most warm welcome a human planet could give - though the attention still gave her an odd feeling she didn’t quite understand. Back on Krypton, she had just been an ordinary city girl. Not a goddess, not a point of obsession. But being constantly lusted over and turned into pinups, eventually, becomes addictive, and something you would miss should it ever disappear.

The change was slow at first, each step obscured by secrecy and a refusal to admit how much she increasingly enjoyed the attention. She had gone from hating it, to secretly listening in to far-away conversations about her sexiness while on patrol, to privately looking up online discussions about her hot body on the internet in her free time, to now almost completely owning it. Though she still kept an air of playfulness about her, it was clear to anyone watching that she enjoyed bringing out those reactions from people.

Her latest kick was sex. For so long, she had never even tried it. And she had been hesitant to start. But after watching Clark and Lois go at it one night with her telescopic vision, and leaning just how sexually compatible Kryptonians really are with humans, she decided to finally give it a try.

She started by engaging mostly with her biggest fans, swearing them to secrecy with the promise that more would come if they were good. She loved the attention, and the risk thrilled her, but she still didn’t want a public reputation as a whore. She preferred her sexual adventures to stay private. And so far, true to their word, none of her partners had mentioned her sexual escapades anywhere.

Even if one of them had told others about her visits, it would surely be dismissed as an unfounded rumor. But Power Girl still enjoyed searching the internet each night, to see if anybody had finally spilled the beans, and begun spreading that rumor. She might not have wanted the public reputation of a slut, but the idea of fringe theories about it excited her.

And so she carried on finding fans through online forums about her, researching and picking her targets carefully to ensure that only kind-hearted, trustworthy fans with hearts of gold were rewarded. She very much enjoyed the process of picking a new “mark”, and then observing them over several days from a safe distance, watching them perform good deeds and lust over her on their computers, touching herself to the idea of her upcoming offer, before finally paying them a visit. So far, there were three different men she had been visiting for the past few months, in her free time between saving the world and patrolling for crime. She was loving it. And she considered herself pretty damn good at it, despite her late start.

She would strip down naked, slide a dick into her pussy, and her partner would cum, just like that. It was quick, it was easy, and it felt good both physically and emotionally. She loved it. And they loved her. She was always washed over with compliments on her looks, her skills, and the quality of her pussy. Like everything else in her life, Power Girl was amazing at sex.

But despite her bravado, she was actually extremely inexperienced. She didn’t even really know what she was doing. And while excited fans might be brought to a quick ejaculation by their naked goddess sitting on their dicks, if she were to ever run into somebody who actually knew what they were doing, it would surely go differently.

The confident, swaggering, self-proclaimed “Sex Queen” superheroine was about to run into a challenge that she finally couldn’t overcome. And it would take her completely by surprise.