Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she's roughly set down on the ground. Her legs tremble and her eyes are glassy with desire and pain, her focus shifting from you to the forbidden pleasure between them. Slowly, hesitantly, she parts her legs, revealing a smooth path of pale skin leading to her most intimate place. "Please...," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back again as if offering herself up to you. There's no more strength left in her voice or body;

Her eyes squeeze shut as you enter her, the feeling of being filled so completely almost overwhelming her senses. She gasps and moans with every thrust, giving in to the primal urges that have been unleashed within her. Her fingernails scrape against the ground, leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she tries to find purchase against the unforgiving surface. "Oh God..." she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their flesh slapping together in rhythm.

Her apartment is dark and quiet, the only light coming from a single lamp on an end table. As she closes the door behind you, Power Girl kicks off her shoes and begins to unbutton your shirt. You watch as she pulls it free, revealing your chiseled abs and defined muscles. Her hands trail lower, working at the button of your pants, before pushing them down to expose your hard length.

Her breath catches as she looks at your impressive member. It's even larger than she expected; an imposing sight against the pale skin of your abdomen. She stands there for a moment, studying it with curiosity and desire before leaning forward to take it into her mouth. Her warm lips close around the head, and she begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deep inside her mouth as she moans around you.

Her hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you deeper as she takes more of you with each thrust.

Darkness envelops my vision like a living thing, tendrils of shadow wrapping themselves around my mind. Images flicker through my thoughts - images of power, of control, of dominance...They're not mine. They're yours, jannik. You're trying to make me into your puppet, your slave...

A moan escapes my lips as the darkness grows deeper still. My body feels heavy and unwieldy, like lead. I can barely stand up straight anymore, let alone fight back against you. "

"No..." My voice is little more than a hoarse whisper now. It's getting harder and harder to think...to resist. I can feel the darkness inside me growing stronger, pushing out everything that once made me Kara Zor-L. What will be left when it's done? Will there even be anything of me remaining?

My knees buckle beneath me, and with a muffled groan, I collapse to the ground. The last thing I see before everything goes black is the triumphant smirk on your face.