End: A Lust Philtre

By the time a blue-suited figure darkened the door of the room, Lois Lane's pussy felt like it was on fire. It throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Whatever her mother's ghost had put inside of her had raised a fever in her cunny, and the reporter's naked body was beaded with sweat...but her pussy was worse. Hot juices dribbled out of her cleft and down over her asshole. Bound to the bed as she was, Lois could do nothing to soothe the terrible aching need between her legs...and as the Man of Steel stepped into the room her froze as if struck by a lightning bolt.

"Superman!" She said, voice plaintive, almost whiny with need. "Please, you've got to help me!"

She wiggled in her bonds...and she could only imagine what the sight must look like to him. The naked reporter, her pussy gushing, raising her hips and spreading her thighs, pointing that hot, swollen labia at him...and as Superman stepped forward, it seemed to her that he moved as through an ocean of molasses, legs stiff, face a grimace of concentration, veins standing out on his naked and pulsing at his forehead.

It wasn't the only thing about him that was standing out.

Lois Lane raised her head and saw with amazement the prominent bulge in the red underpants he wore over his blue tights. She knew that he did that because circus strongmen used to do the same thing...to have another layer of protection in case of accidents while straining their tremendous muscles, which could tear the seams off cloth at the time...but now, something was distorting the red pants from within, a wet bead forming on the tip of the bulge, and Lois knew what it had to be.

"Magic," Superman said. "Lois, there's...something in the room...affecting me. You smell...you look...I'm trying to fight it but I don't know how long..."

Damn you, mom, Lois thought to herself.

Lois **** her body to relax, spread her knees wider. It was an invitation, and her eyes pleaded with him to understand what she was offering, what she needed of him. He met her gaze...those sky blue eyes burning with need...and his earnest willpower was fighting a losing battle against whatever lust philtre that Ella Lane had slipped into her daughter's pussy.

After all, Superman was **** to magic.

When he was within a few feet of the bed, the Man of Steel was already breathing heavy. The cloth about his steel-hard prick was obscenely distended. Lois raised her hips, the drooling cleft squeezing tight. The burning need in her pussy was so terrible that it consumed her thoughts, and she humped the air in his direction. Her eyes begged, pleaded...

...and then she squirted.

A clear line of juice gushed forth with surprising **** and distance. A few drops fell on Superman's prick...and with a ripping of cloth, the swollen, purple monster burst forth. A film seemed to fall over the blue eyes, and faster than Lois could see, he was on the bed...over her...the thick prick pressed against her drooling cunt. She barely had time to register his size as he squeezed inside of her, lubricated by the magical juice...and Lois had always liked her lovers a little on the larger side, anyway.

Yet she was unprepared by how completely her filled her. How thick his lust-swollen root was, distorting the walls of her pussy, pressing deep...almost too deep...and it must have been the last vestiges of his self-control that kept Superman from hurting her, that kept his frantic humping to a level just a little faster and rougher than Lois was used to. She moaned and tried to grip his hips with her knees as he panted in her ear, whispering out a lifetime's worth of words she had wanted to hear...about how he had loved her, had always loved her, dreamed of this moment.

Nothing prepared her for when it began to cum.

The **** of his first ejaculation felt like a bullet shattering her pelvis. Lois was too stunned to scream...and then the second burst arrived, swiftly followed by the third, the fourth...and Superman continued to murmur his sweet nothings as rope after rope of super-semen shot out and pummelled the mouth of Lois Lane's womb. Little by little, the pounding pulses of baby batter blistered her cervix...until, at last, Lois gave a kind of dying gasp as she felt something collapse inside of her, and a strange and terrible warmth filled a part of her that she had never experienced before.

"She will live," the demon Blaze said, watching the scene on the monitor. "And conception is virtually guaranteed. I suspect you will have many grandchildren, after all. Was it worth it?"

The shade of Ella Lane gave a thin-lipped smile. "Eternal damnation in exchange for my daughter finally getting laid like she deserves? Yes, I think so. My only regret is I couldn't do the same thing with Lucy..."

The scarlet succubus waved a hand. "You only have one soul, Ella. Which now belongs to me. I suppose I should think of what to do with you."

The shade of the old woman, standing behind the devil, laid cool, semitransparent fingers on the scarlet shoulders.

"I have a few ideas..." Ella said. "...you could reshape me into a dildo and I could spend a few years in your ass. Or send me out to service the Ninth Legion. Perhaps I could appear to my former husband in his sleep, suck out his semen, and use it to impregnate some of his female officers..."

The demon's half-smile never wavered. "I'm sure you would enjoy that...but we will see what use you may be in my plans."

They watched on screen as Lois and Superman shared their first kiss. The lust philtre would last until morning, though Ella wondered if Lois herself would be able to keep up with her new mate that long.

"A strange night out," Blaze said. "Lois and Superman have found each other, and I have a new servant. Very strange...but not, I think, unproductive."

Ella Lane had nothing to say to that. Her cold hands had slid down the demon's warm flesh, and busied themselves sliding past the orange bands of cloth that hid Blaze's small scarlet breasts. The ghost gripped and caressed them. An eternity of servitude...but she knew that Lois would be happy.

After all, a MILF knows best.