Blaze Is Too Weak From Her Temporal Manipulations

Lois knew nothing of Blaze's limitations—how much of her power had been expended in shifting the timeline to try and snare the reporter's soul, how much more had been expended in trying to hold onto it—all she knew was that the scarlet succubus appeared haggard and drawn, the lines on the crimson face deeper, the fires of her pure white eyes dulled, the blackened claw of a hand now healing.

With a blur of speed, Mrs. Superman buried her fist under the demon's heart. The **** of the impact sent a shockwave through the succubus' body, cracking the wall behind Blaze. It was a tribute to the demon's fortitude that she remained standing, black traceries of lightning and fire haloing her head as she tried to summon her powers...

*Crack!*

The buxom bombshell's follow-up punch caught the half-crouched demon on the temple. One black horn fell off her head...and the dark aura sputtered and failed as Blaze crashed on the floor.

Lois-El looked down at the crumpled demonic form...and then another form slid up behind the musclebound reporter. One whose mighty arms slid beneath hers, to grasp and squeeze the watermelon-sized tits. Who ground his bulging cock against the sculpted glutes of her ass. Instinctively, Lois turned her head to the side, letting her long black hair fall away from her neck, exposing it for an affectionate nibble.

"In a way, I should thank her," Lois told her husband, her lord and master. "If not for her temporal manipulations, you and I might never have gotten together."

Superman hugged his wife, his insatiable super-bimbo, close.

"She's still too dangerous to let loose," he said.

A portal opened, and through it stepped a handful of mystics...Lois recognized Dr. Fate, Raven of the Titans, Zatanna, and Encantadora—who cast a jealous eye at the reporter's inhuman proportions and the ardor of the Man of Steel—and the super-couple flew back, out of the window, as they began the enchantments that would bind Blaze into her prison, hopefully for all time.

They flew, hand-in-hand, above the city. Metropolis never really slept, and it made Lois excited to think that there were people watching her...eyes drinking in her waspish waist, her massive gravity-defying tits, the thighs that could crush steel...

"Kal," she said. "Now that Blaze is out of the way...can we...?"