Yes

She was beautiful and terrible to behold at the same time. How could someone who looks this good be so bad? I found myself kneeling before her, even though I didn't want to. After all, she was the Queen of the World. There was no way I could say no. "My Queen," I found myself saying, "how may I serve you?"

"Well, first off," she began, "let's get you out of that silly costume. I want to see what my top General looks like underneath it all. Perhaps you will also become my Lady in Waiting, or, perhaps even more."

It was like I had no will of my own. I stood up and took off my top. Next came my skirt. When it hit the floor, she raised her hand for me to stop. She walked around me, looking me over like a ravenous tigress who had just cornered its prey. She caressed the side of my face, and my entire body tingled at her touch. I wanted her. I wanted her to want me. I let out a soft whimper as my body betrayed me. "You're very sensitive to touch," she smiled. "You have nice taste in underwear, too. You're the sexiest girl I've seen in quite some time. You can leave your boots on, but take off your underwear, and make love to me. I don't ever want us to fuck, I want us to make love."

What would any other self-respecting superheroine do in a case like this? I took off my underwear, and embraced her passionately. "Anything for my Queen." I kissed her, and it was a kiss like no other. Our lips were hungry for each other, and our hands caressed and kneaded each other's ass cheeks. Our quiet whimpers and mewling turned into passionate moans as we explored each other's mouth, and our hand roamed freely over each other's body.

It was Onyx who broke the kiss, but not the spell. "It seems like I have way too many clothes on," she smiled. "Would you mind to help me out of them?"

"I would be honored to help you out of your clothes!" I giggled.

In the back of my mind, I knew none of this was right. But it felt so right. It was like I was destined to serve her, to be hers, and only hers. But there had to be a cause and effect behind my sudden willingness. Then in a split second, I figured it out. It was the power of the Kerwood Derby! I couldn't fight magic! But how could I escape it? And did I really want to escape it? My hands began to unlace her corset as she removed her blouse. Magic or not, what I was feeling for her, whoever Onyx was, was right.