The security guards at the Diamond Exchange were quickly and soundly defeated before they even had a chance to draw their sidearms, as they were decieved into attacking each other by convincing illusions.
"Well done, my dear," the aristocratic King complimented to the Queen. The Royal Flush Gang were busily looting the place of all the diamonds. "We'll sell off the bulk of the stones and keep the thirteen most precious for ourselves."
"That would make it more of a Straight Flush, sire," Jack snickered, holding a satchel open as Ace broke open a safe and dumped its contents in. They heard a commotion and suddenly Ten, who was keeping watch in the lobby, was flung through the doors into the opposite wall. She groaned and slumped unconscious to the ground.
"I call," Power Girl blustered, floating in.
"A shame you only have... a pair," Queen sneered, regarding the blonde heroine's bust. She raised her sceptre, but Power Girl flashed forward, snatching the metal rod out of her hand and bending around Queen's wrists. She backhanded the woman, knocking her into a vault door. Suddenly Ace was upon her, the hulking mute android gripping Power Girl in a hammerlock.
"Have at you, harlot!" Jack shouted, leaping at her with his sword. Power Girl twisted, and the crackling weapon punched into Ace's back. He fell backwards, convulsing, twisting the sword out of Jack's hand. Power Girl grinned and flicked the dumbfounded Jack in the head, stunning him.
"Face me," King said, bringing his powers of charisma to bear on her. Power Girl felt compelled to turn and look into his eyes. Her brain was still awash in hormones, her body flushed and feverish with need. The tryst with Batwoman was pleasurable, but this fight had given her a rush of adrenaline. She'd hoped it would alleviate her throbbing animal urges, but it seemed only to inflame them. "Yes, that's it. Be a good girl. I must say, you're looking more voluptuous than I had thought from reading the newspapers."
He approached her as she stood there. "That costume leaves little so to the imagination. You must be quite desperate to be noticed by men..."
Power Girl could feel her control slipping, her mind being consumed by fiery lust. Desperate not to transform in front of a witness, she let out a wild cry and bull-rushed King, knocking him to the floor. He grunted as his head thudded on the ground, his eyes rolling back. Power Girl felt him up, her vision roaming his body. She was delighted to realize he was a healthy specimen. She tore at his costume, shredding it until his torso was nude, and bent down to take his cock in her lips, sucking and lapping at it until it grew stiff in her mouth.
She peeled the crotch of her costume aside and lowered herself onto King, taking him inside her already-slippery womanhood. Karen arched her back as she rode him, moaning in delight as her instincts took over. Her pussy muscles flexed, desperately milking the criminal's erection. King groaned as he felt himself orgasm. The sweaty blonde atop him felt his cock shudder and pulse. It wasn't enough!
She continued to ride him, flexing her hips until his cock hardened once again inside her. This time, she was close to her own orgasm, and let out a strangled cry as her womb sucked up his cum. She'd hoped this would quench her lusts, but it was still not enough. Her eyes fell on Jack, and she pulled off King, leaving his crotch smeared in sticky juice.
Without any preamble, she tore the crotch of Jack's costume off and sucked his cock into her mouth, giving him a blowjob he'd wished he'd been awake for. Once he was hard, Power Girl settled on him, riding cowgirl. She was overjoyed to feel his cock curve just right to rub her g-spot! The blonde superheroine panted as she felt orgasmic jolts shuddering from her womanhood to her brain and back. By the time Jack's cock unleashed a torrent of semen into her, she'd already cum almost seven times. His orgasm set off the eighth, and her pussy seemed to greedily devour all of his precious male fluid.
With legs-a-wobbling, Power Girl pulled herself off of him, wiping her brow as she adjusted her suit back into place. Her ears picked up the sounds of sirens approaching, and she flew into the sky, soaring back to her penthouse. She'd just made it in the window when heat seemed to erupt from her sloshing womb.
"On no, not again," she moaned. Her costume was nearly indestructible, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable as her belly began to swell. She yanked off her gloves and cape, then fumbled with the zipper of her white suit. Luckily, she was able to undo her costume as her stomach grew even bigger than before, navel popping out, breasts already dribbling with sweet milk.
She fell on all fours as the need to push overwhelmed her. Fluid gushed from her dilating pussy as she gave birth, squatting like an animal on the carpet. The inhuman baby wailed as it crowned, slipping wetly from her pussy onto a pile of dirty laundry. Before Karen could react, the urge hit her again and she grimaced, pushing out a second slimy creature next to the first.
Finally it was over. Karen's head drooped as she caught her breath, trying to recover. She turned and picked up her new children, the maternal urge to feed them a welcome change from the pain of spawning. They were as grublike as Lyta was when she was born, and just as hungry! The two of them latched on to her teats as she sprawled against the wall, naked save for her boots, her white suit stained with birthing fluid and tangled around her leg.
She didn't even think to name the twins before drifting off to sleep...