Power Girl felt a twinge in her lower belly. Warmth seemed to bloom up from between her legs, making her feel hot and horny. "Not again," she moaned. Her pussy began to throb with need and her nipples stiffened in anticipation of her next breeding.
Karen suppressed a whine as she heard her communicator chime. She cursed, remembering she was scheduled for a monitor shift on the watchtower. Her eyes fell on the coccoon. Would Lyta be okay? For a moment, Karen had a terrible vision of Lyta emerging as a bloodthirsty alien killing machine, completely feral and murderous. Strangely, the thought of having to stand by and watch as the Earth's heroes destroyed her child churned her stomach more than the notion that Lyta could become such a monster.
She pulled on her uniform, the form-fitting suit feeling uncomfortable against her sensitive skin. She patted down the insides of her legs with tissues, wiping up the dew seeping from her pussy. Her nipples were hard, visibly tenting the fabric. She was just glad the moisture from her breasts and pussy didn't show.
Power Girl cursed herself for not telling the League she needed some time off. "One to teleport," she grunted into the communicator, sparing a glance at Lyta's shell. She swore she could almost feel her daughter in there, completely serene. The thought dissipated with the teleport signal.
***
Batwoman was there to greet her in the Watchtower. She was a recent addition to the league. Part of her probationary period was monitor duty, and it was Power Girl who was her partner for the night. The redheaded detective smiled as Power Girl stepped off the teleport pad.
"See anything you like?" Karen grunted. She wished she wasn't so horny. Even the sight of Batwoman turned her on. She quickly looked away, not wanting to show her flushed face. Batwoman raised an eyebrow at the furtive glance.
"Oh, maybe," Kate shrugged. "Gotta say, you're looking nice these days, Karen." Truthfully, Power Girl looked like a fertile sex goddess. Her alien hormones were sculpting her body, filling her out with padding in all the right places. She was quite zaftig, almost edging on "full-figured."
"Uh, thanks. How's security?"
"All quiet on the western front."
"Hmph. Might as well get to monitoring." Power Girl strode into the control area. Batwoman couldn't help but stare after Karen's rear. It was so strange. Power Girl was not her type but she couldn't keep her eyes off her! Batwoman sat own in front of the monitor grid. Power Girl stood by, watching. The silence was punctuated only by the hum and click of the computer. Whenever something popped up, she'd look over Batwoman's shoulder, examining to see if it was a threat. The redhead noticed that Power Girl leaned close, her bountiful bust brushing her shoulder or face.
The blonde seemed to edge closer each time, until she was resting her hands on Kate's shoulders and her breasts were almost touching her cowl.
"What are you doing?" Batwoman asked as Power Girl started to massage her shoulders.
"Kate, I gotta apologize in advance," Karen groaned. She tilted Batwoman back and kissed her, their lips pressing together sesuously. Batwoman was almost relieved. It seemed like Power Girl was desperate, and how could she deny the beautiful blonde a chance to experiment? She opened her mouth and kissed back, sucking on the blonde's lower lip as she reached up to stroke her partner's face.