End: A Thousand Years

A gentle jolt, as her sluggish heart began to beat once more. The cold peeled off her skin, but deep in her bones it remained. Lois Lane expelled the breath she'd held and sucked in new air as she collapsed forward, into a pair of strong arms.

"I can't...I can't see..." Lois managed as she hung, limp as a cat that doesn't want to be moved, eyes open but all was darkness.

"You have hibernation sickness," a familiar voice said. "Your vision will return in time."

Lois knew that voice. Strong, confident, with just a touch of a midwest accent.

"Superman?" she said, and felt the cold recede from her. In fact, her cheeks burned as she realized she was practically naked in his arms, half-undressed, her pussy exposed. "How...how long was I frozen."

There was a pause. He bent and scooped her up. Instinctively, she turned toward him, her head against that broad chest. One hand felt for his uniform, felt the familiar outline of the S-shield...only it was different, beneath her fingers. Raised ridges. Kryptonian glyphs. A costume change?

"Lois..." Superman said. "It's the year 3024."

The reporter's jaw fell open.

The sheer shock was beyond anything she could comprehend. Everyone she knew was dead. No government lasted that long. The very language would have shifted. She was like a time traveler...and with no way to get back home.

Well, unless I can find an actual time traveler, Lois noted to herself.

"What took you so long?" she said.

"Well, I actually found you eight hundred years ago...but I wanted to wait until the radiation had died down long enough to repopulate the planet," Superman said, as he carried her. The air was warm and still on her skin. All she could smell was him, the slightly musky sweat, a hint of ozone...like some haystack-lifting farmer on a warm summer's day. Her fingers, blindly exploring, found the collar of his suit...and the little hairs that poked up from his chest.

"Repopulate?" she said. "You and me?"

"You don't mind," he asked gravely. "If we get started right away, do you? We have an awful lot of work to do..."

The Man of Steel lowered the weak reporter onto the bed. She felt sheets of alien silk. He tugged off what was left of her clothes, and Lois blushed harder at the thought that she was so naked before him. Then he must have taken off his own clothes. She felt the warmth of his body as he leaned down over her. His lips brushed hers, and she opened her mouth, warm, inviting...

Something hard pressed against her clit. The tip of his cock ground against her love-button as their lips and tongue met, explored. Dimly, Lois saw the darkness take on context...depth...shape...

Anxious, excited, the cockhead dipped lower. The reporter bit his lip as he pushed into her. Even though her pussy had been held open with her fingers for a thousand years, the girth of his super-shaft stretched her slit from side to side, the big throbbing vein along the back pulsed hard enough to shake her body, and he sank in, slowly but firmly. A thousand years of waiting, and now he was **** for release.

Great Casaer's ghost! Lois Lane thought as he slid deeper...and deeper. Until her hips rolled backward. Her body bent as she struggled to take more of him in. He felt deeper inside of her than any lover she'd ever had, and her heels drummed against his backside. His hairy chest pressed against her breasts, and she gathered the sheets in her fists, whole body a-quiver.

Color came back. Vision suddenly slid into place. She saw kindly sky-blue eyes, with a touch of crow's feet. Silver hair, warn long, but that strong jaw was clean-shaven, the even teeth were still white as he smiled down at her.

Oh my God, Old Superman is a silver fox! Lois thought, and hoped suddenly that being frozen for a thousand years hadn't given her brain damage.

She smiled up at him as a lock of hair fell across his forehead in a familiar S-shape.

"Hey daddy...are you ready to make me a mommy?" she whispered.

In response, grey, grizzled balls heaved. Lois Lane had never felt an ejaculation before. Most men's creampies were a teaspoon tossed into a warm wet hole, barely registered as more than an extra bit of wetness. Not Superman. Centuries of pent-up lust seemed to erupt inside of her, and the **** of the eruption was like a showerhead shoved into her warm and willing cunt. Lois Lane gasped at the pressure that struck the back of her pussy like a physical ****. Billions of little swimmers that pushed deeper inside of her.

Lois Lane had never cum from getting creampied before. Maybe it was the **** of Superman's emission, or a thousand years held on the precipice of her own climax. Yet as soon as her cervix was struck by the sperm, and electric wave seemed to manage outward from the core of her. Every muscle contracted as silver lightning spiked up her spine. Her eyes rolled into her head as all the breath was pushed out of her body, and for a moment Lois couldn't think at all, her whole being contracted into a single moment of such utter power that it obliterated all else.

She came down, only slowly. Lois shook with the aftermath of a cunt-shattering climax that seemed to have permanently molded her pussy to the shape of Superman's cock. No doubt when she came down further, Lois would smile at these silly first impressions...but still impaled on that super-prick, Lois Lane could only grin idiotically, look him in the eye, and whisper in wonder:

"Oh...oh wow. I think I'm going to like the future."