Night finally fell in the forest. To ward off the darkness, the trolls moved the fuckfest to a clearing where they could set fires for their camp. Even now, as the fires flickered in the gentle wind, two blue bodies and a single human female body remained illuminated with the warm red and orange glow as they moved. Power Girl’s costume was a distant memory. Broken and shredded pieces of her white spandex uniform barely clung to her shoulder, parts of her stomach, and her knees. Her blue boots had been ripped off along with her last glove.
As this last pair finished sampling the fallen angel’s overused cunt and asshole, they slowly untangled themselves from Kara and just left her to fall back onto the heap of sleeping trolls around her. There was scarcely a spot on her body where sweat and the cum from half a dozen trolls did not decorate her. Nothing had stopped the savage creatures from filling her holes and covering her massive breasts in their sticky cream. She smelled of wet hot sex along with a smattering of dried and wet cum. Kara wanted nothing more than to be back home and take a long, hot shower. Looking around, the superheroine Power Girl didn’t think she’d be seeing that anytime soon. During her long engagement with the troll tribe, she had asked them where on Earth they were during a brief respite. Throg had chuckled at her, remarking what a dumb whore the fallen angel had proved to be.