[Realised I could change the next heroine to be blessed with Erato's power with just a few small edits. This is almost the same as the other branch, but maybe it will suit other author's better :-) To see what's different skip to where Erato sends the heroines to sleep.]
The morning light seemed warmer and brighter than Gotham as Erato appeared in the living room of an apartment. Glancing out the window she saw a row of pretty five-storey brownstone townhouses across the tree-lined New York street. This apartment seemed to be on the top-floor of the same kind of building.
Erato looked around the living room. It was evidently a work in progress. Packing boxes were piled on top of one another in a corner and the low table between the television and grey sofa had been pulled aside to make room for a partially completed IKEA bookcase. The low table was covered with assembly instructions, dowels, screws and allen keys as well as two empty Chinese takeout boxes from which chopsticks protruded. The place felt comfortable and homely.
"Hello, Stinky."
Erato spoke quietly as she bent to run her hand over the back of a mangy orange cat that had stalked over imperious and inquisitive. At the sound of her words and touch of her hand the cat rolled over and began to purr in evident ecstasy.
Erato padded silently through the apartment on soft feet. The guest bedroom was neatly made up but empty. In the main bedroom two sleeping women shared the same double bed. The blankets were gathered around their feet leaving their bodies exposed as they slept.
The curvaceous shorter black-haired woman wore a black t-shirt with the Starrware logo and a pair of deeper black panties decorated with a red ladybird. The taller blonde was powerfully but subtly muscled and had an impressive bust hidden by a grey crop top. Her panties were white and decorated with red apples. The lay on their sides, knees bent and curled up a little, spooning. The taller blonde pressed into the back of the shorter raven-haired woman.
"Power Girl and Terra. Kara Zor-L and Atlee."
Erato smiled. These women were already obviously in love. But even as she spoke Power Girl was carefully disentangling herself from her sleeping friend to stand in a stance that meant business.
"Lady, I was 'hoping' this was just a home-invasion. But you know who we are. If you'd been smarter you'd have known I have super-hearing. I heard you coming. Now, tell me why I shouldn't deliver you to the police?"
Power Girl had instinctively positioned herself between Erato and Atlee.
"Like a lioness protecting her cub. Like a knight protecting her lady."
Power Girl growled in impatience as she raised a threatening fist.
"But for now, lay down your burden and sleep."
Power Girl's grip relaxed and she fell backwards on to the bed, peacefully sleeping before her head hit the bedsheets. Her fall shook the bed and Terra groggily opened her eyes.
"Who--"
"Sleep, dear one."
With a content smile Atlee rolled over and snuggled back into Power Girl's body. Erato sat down on the bed beside her. Terra worshipped Power Girl as a hero and loved her a woman. Power Girl returned that love and took pride in her development as a heroine. Erato's friend had chosen as wisely as ever.
"Dear ones, you have such noble hearts. Big enough for each other. But they are destined to grow so much greater. I am sorry Atlee, when you awake you will be angry and concerned. Do not worry, Power Girl will find you again soon. And when she does she will have new lessons to teach. You are soulmates, but soon so many more soulmates."
Erato took Power Girl in her arms and vanished, appearing in Cassandra Cain-Wayne's apartment where Kate Kane and the two Batgirls already lay sleeping. With a thought her magic bound a silver collar to Karen's neck, flashing a bit as it finished synchronizing first with Power Girl's strong soul and then with the souls of the other three heroines. Ready, it glowed with a pink heart. Another thought and the clothes of all four women vanished.
Then effortlessly she picked Power Girl and Batwoman up and carried them to Cassandra Cain-Wayne's bed. Cass and Steph deserved to wake up to one another first, to see how easy and good it was to be more than friends. She arranged Kate and Karen on the bed, the naked Batwoman facing the nude Power Girl.
Power Girl would provide these sirens with raw strength, but it was more than that. Batwoman had trained as a soldier and an officer, though she had grown beyond that as a heroine her first training had been to both give and receive orders. It would color her methods as a teacher. But Power Girl was a rebel at heart: brash and inclined towards disobedience.
"When have you ever, and I mean ever, done as you are told?"
Erato stroked Power Girl's blonde hair as she quoted the word's Wonder Woman's had once asked the same beautiful woman [Wonder Woman Vol 3 #41]. Power Girl would argue and struggle and ultimately in doing so she would make these Sirens stronger.
Smiling Erato knelt to whisper her wisdom in Kate Kane's ear, as she had for Poison Ivy. Satisified she vanished once more. There was so much love to be spread. Her friend would let her watch what unfolded and intervene as needed.
* * *
Cass woke with a start and sat bolt upright, taking quick stock of the situation. She was lying on the floor of the living room that doubled as her apartment's gym. Her friend Steph was unconscious - asleep? - and was draped across her knees. Of the blonde woman dressed like a priestess there was no sign.
The situation was not immediately threatening. In response to the assessment she rapidly examined herself and Steph for injuries. There was no evidence of any. Steph and Cass had been sparring alone when the blonde had done whatever she had done to them. Cass had been wearing a black sports bra and boy-shorts, Steph much the same except in eggplant and briefer panties. Now they were both naked except that Steph had a silver collar with a glowing pink heart as well.
Cass's hands went to her own neck and found a collar that felt the same. It had no obvious clasp or fastening, no way to take it off.
"Steph. Wake up. Now."
Cass spoke low and urgent, unsure if it was safe to wake Steph by shaking her. Something was wrong with her own voice. It sounded full of extra harmonies and more melodious. Cass thought she normally sound harsh, but now her voice was uncannily beautiful. The mystery of her modified voice was not a priority. Waking Steph, or defending Steph, that was the prioirity.
Cassandra Cain possessed the ability to almost perfect ability to read body language. To tell a person's thoughts, to predict their movements, to understand and anticipate their instincts. She read Steph's body language and understood what it said but not why. This mystery would be a priority.
As Cass spoke Steph was growing closer to consciousness, as she hoped. But her arousal was growing even faster. When Steph awoke she would try to kiss Cass, would not be able to stop herself. Then she would try to remove Cass's clothes and make love to her. Those were Steph's instincts now, that is what her body said she would do.
Cass rolled over on top of Steph and pinned her down. Prepared in advance, Cass could be sure that Steph would not be able to escape or hurt herself trying to molest Cass.
As Steph's blue eyes flickered open, devoid of thought but filled with lust, Cass demanded answers.
"Steph. Why?"
Steph groaned in pleasure and arched her back seeking contact with Cass's body. Arousal burned through Cass's body at the sound of that groan, as Cass realised that it was her own words that were sending Steph wild with desire. The collar--
"Cass. Need fuck, Cass."
Cassandra Cain watched as the pink heart glowing on Steph's silver collar pulsed in time to her words. Steph's voice sounded different, richer and more musical. The words ripped through Cass, tearing away her conscious mind. She fell on Steph, pressing her lips against the hungry blonde's as they began to kiss passionately.
Cass could read Steph's body like a book, like an instruction manual that told her where to touch and stroke and kiss to give her friend the most pleasure. How to make her cry out in ecstasy. Steph tried her best to give Cass the same pleasure.
Cass took Steph's virginity only minutes before Steph returned the favor by penetrating Cass's tight cunt with her fingers. Neither girl had a hymen to break and so as their fingers thrust and curled inside one another there was only pleasure. With Cass's body reading ability it was easy for her to synchronise their first orgasm, making it a single perfectly shared moment as their bodies and souls became one in pleasure as their pussies clenched around each other's fingers.
The sounds of their own pussies slurping as fingers were withdrawn, the sounds of their sucking their own fingers as they tasted another woman for the first time, sent small subsidiary aftershocks of orgasm through their bodies.
"Like cunt," Steph panted.
"Lick cunt," Cass replied as she got up onto her hands and knees to turn and give Steph what her body wanted. She lowered her leaking pussy onto Steph's face, Spoiler grabbing her hips and pulling her down eagerly. Cass began licking at Steph's pussy, sucking at her clit.
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