Testing the powers for real

"Do you trust me now?" you asked her softly. "I think I may be able to help you. If you remove the mask."

"What!? No!" She sounded almost scared. "After what just happened? We agreed we would talk and research..."

"And there is one way to do proper research." You stood up and turned to face her, looking into her panicked eyes with a confidence you didn't truly feel inside. "I think I can help you relax."

She shook her head vigorously, holding onto the window frame for dear life as if afraid you might drag her away. As if she is not a superheroine but a helpless maiden. Her gaze darted from left to right frantically, looking anywhere but directly at you. You took a slow step forward, hands raised in a calming gesture.

"Look, we both know how you feel right now and what you just did," you reasoned gently. "If my assumption is right, you'll get one wave after another until my pheromones stop affecting you. If we work together, I may be able to overwrite the effect. As you said yourself."

"You... you promise not to **** this?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"I swear," you vowed solemnly, meeting her gaze without flinching. "Didn't I prove my restraint in our first meeting?"

"You weren't as full of energy and as aroused as you are now..." she stated the obvious, her voice filled with suspicion and a touch of fear.

"And yet, I didn't try anything during your... self-assistance moment just now," you retorted softly. "Look, I understand your fears. But think about it logically... do you really believe I would risk angering you, knowing that whatever I do will only hold for like 48 hours?"

She considered this for a long moment, her expression shifting between uncertainty and cautious optimism. "You can keep me around to renew the effects..." She said finally. "I see that you are a decent guy... but you do... desire me. I am in this mess because..."

"Because I subconsciously wished you to be this way," you finished for her calmly. "But now I want to try direct, focused thoughts to calm your body down. I think the effect of my pheromones changes depending on what I want. I wanted nurses to be friendly, and they were friendly and they didn't try to... you know."

"Are you sure you won't wish something nasty? Intrusive thoughts and stuff?" She took a deep breath, clearly fighting an internal battle. Her eyes searched yours desperately for any sign of deceit or malice, finding none. Finally, her shoulders relaxed just a fraction, some of the tension draining from her frame.

"No... In fact, I am almost sure I'll slip something of that kind. But I hope my focused thoughts will prevail over... wrong fleeting desires..." You smiled reassuringly at her. "Ready to risk it?"

Supergirl nodded slowly, reaching up to remove the mask with shaking hands. As it came free, she put it aside carefully, letting it clatter to the floor. Her face was as elegantly beautiful as ever despite being reddened and covered in sweat, her eyes shining with an unspoken plea for help.

"Let's do this," she whispered, her desire growing fast.

"Give me your hands..." You stepped closer until only inches separated you, trying to ignore how much your cock was twitching at such proximity to perfection.

She gave you only one hand, almost making you smile at her **** in giving you the other one that was still covered in Kryptonian juices. "Okay..." She said as she visibly tensed in anticipation of your touch. "Do your thing now because IT is coming back."

You closed your eyes, focused, and started producing thoughts filled with the mental orders to make her relax. Calm. Peaceful. No need for sex. Your mind zeroed in on the idea of Supergirl being so calm that she could easily fly away if she wanted to. Of her getting all the self-control she needed. Your fantasy expanded to her having full control over her urges and actions.

'She is in charge of her desires. Not me. her.' was one of the mental commands you tried. After what felt like minutes of intense concentration, you opened your eyes and looked into hers.

The effect was gradual but obvious. Supergirl's pupils dilated rapidly, a dreamy expression leaving her features. The rigid tension drained from her body in a visible wave, leaving her swaying slightly on her feet. She blinked slowly, then shook her head as if to clear it.

"Wow," she breathed, wonder and relief warring in her tone. "That was... intense. I feel... normal again, or almost normal." Her free hand released its **** grip on the window frame, flexing experimentally before falling to her side. "I... have a lot of control. "

"Told you it would work," you said with an attempt at levity, squeezing her fingers gently before releasing them. "How do you feel now?"

"Better," she admitted, straightening up fully, "but I have a desire to undress now. Any idea why?"

"I didn't try anything!" You protested semi-automatically, trying to figure out where this new urge could be coming from. "Didn't think about nudity...

"Oh... Apparently you did..." Supergirl smirked. "Don't deny it, I am sure you did. The desire is pretty specific and strong, it's like... like... I want to strip right here, in front of you, and show off every inch of my body, make you appreciate me more. But... It's not overwhelming. I can control it. My mental control grew. So It's just there, like a suggestion I can ignore if I want."

"Sorry," you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. "I was trying to focus on calm and control. Guess my mind wandered a bit. Let's try to remove that... exhibitionist problem"

She laughed softly, the sound light and melodic. It eased most of the tension in the room. "It's okay, John. Honestly? After everything that's happened today, a little nudity wouldn't even be the end of the world." Her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and lingering heat, but she stayed put by the window, not trying to undress, seemingly perfectly in control of herself.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. This was progress. She was calmer, more in control, and the effects seemed tunable based on your intentions. But the thought of making her strip, one you didn't even register, showed how tricky it could be to wield this power without unintended consequences. Part of you wanted to test it further, to see if you could refine the control or even enhance her resistance. Another part wondered if you should test more, push the boundaries, letting her give in to that desire just a little, to explore what else your pheromones could do in a safe, consensual way... perhaps even scoring without negative consequences.

As she stood there, watching you with those piercing blue eyes, you realized the ball was in your court. Should you ask her to stay and experiment more, risking another wave of arousal or an even stronger slip-up? Or play it safe, let her leave now while things stayed stable, and figure out the next steps on your own?