DISCLAIMERS/NOTES

1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by DC Comics. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

3. Just a reminder: the Supergirl in this story is not Kara Zor-El, but the post-Crisis Matrix with an altered backstory. For more information, see Disclaimers/Notes for the first chapter.

CONTROL

The witch stretched long and indulgently in the bed, almost purring with satisfaction. The sheets were all but torn from their activities, her clothes strewn on the floor. As she ran her hands through her purple hair, she glanced over at the other occupant of her bedchambers. He stood by the window, head down. They were not lovers - nothing could be further from the truth - but their partnership came with certain "benefits". After all, she had him wrapped around her little finger.

He continued to stare out the window, at the majesty of the corrupted gods. Circe sighed. "Must you keep your back to me, you eyes at other things?" She tutted. "I remember when you couldn't keep your hands off of me."

Comet did not look back. "I was a fool, then. Now my eyes and hands long only for the woman I love, witch."

Circe raised an eyebrow. "So that's why you keep your head down when you thrust into me."

"Do not test me, Circe." He turned sharply and sneered. "Push me and I'll... "

"You'll do nothing," interrupted the witch. "We have a deal. And you're honour-bound to fulfil it." She smirked. "Just like you fill me whenever I wish."

Comet - or rather, Biron - strode upto her. Unlike Circe, he was not naked, having immediately clothed following their copulation. "Damn you."

"Is that anyway to speak to your benefactor?" asked Circe. "It's because of me you have your Human form back. It's... "

"Only when I'm here," said Biron. "On Earth, you force me into a centaur."

Circe grinned. "Yes, I may have some... particular desires, but being with a centaur isn't one of them." While that was indeed true, another reason for only making Biron/Comet fully Human when in her bedchambers was the pure cruelty. It was so delicious that the only person he could be intimate with was who he loathed the most. Well... second most.

"It's because of you my life is a nightmare to begin with," said Biron with a shake of his head. "I made the fatal mistake of falling for you, too late to know what a monstress you are. Not a day goes by that I don't dream of killing you."

"You're welcome to try," Circe said simply. "Once you kill one or two others. That's the deal, remember?" Circe relished the power she had over this pathetic man. Long ago, the man called Biron indeed fell for her charms - but once Circe had her fun, she cursed him into the form of a horse and sent him on his way. It was not until a couple of years later that he returned, begging to be relieved of the curse. Circe would have waved him off like she did before, until he explained everything. How he fell in love with Supergirl... and how Supergirl was in love with Mary Marvel. Circe often had dealings with the Marvel Family, and saw this as the perfect opportunity. She "promised" to set Biron/Comet free, to return him to his fully Human form, so he could be with the Girl of Steel. But not before he did a few things for her first. Namely, eliminate the World's Mightiest Girl - which the loser wanted to do anyway - and Circe's main rival, Wonder Woman. And of course, be at her beck and call for whatever she desired.

And what she desired right now was some more "exercise". Circe laid provocatively on the bed. "Biron, come here."

He stayed where he was.

Circe narrowed his eyes at his insulance. She could not let that slide. "Do you want Mary Marvel dead?" The man's own eyes flashed with hatred, and Circe knew it was not directed at herself. It was at the person he truly hated most. The person who took "his Mae" from him. "Here in my bedchambers is the only place you can be fully Human. Unless you want that to remain the case... that you never be with Superwoman as a full man... come here."

"Should we not be discussing how to kill the woman who stole my love?" He paused. "And, of course, the Amazon."

"After," said Circe as she spread her legs. "Now don't make me tell you thrice."

Sighing, Biron walked over to her. Circe chuckled again, this time in victory...