End: After Lois Lane Is Fucked Into Unconsciousness

Lois Lane lost track of time. It might have been minutes or an hour later. The first furious pounding pace they had set gave way to something more serious. A shift in position, in attitude. The reporter found herself on her knees, Angelica Blaz pulled Lois' arms back behind her. The cock slammed deep and hard into the wet, willing cunt with metrical regularity. The reporter's small breasts shook, nipples moved in small circles.

The reporter faced off the bed, so that she could see that idol. The gravid belly seemed to have its own strange gravity that drew the reporter's gaze. Her heart hammered in her chest, faster and faster as the heat in her cunt grew and grew. Lois found herself huffing, sucking in air, her whole body alive in a way she had never felt before, a flutter in her stomach as she thought about what she was doing...what she had asked for...begged for...

Her thoughts ran back on all the decisions she had made to come to this point. She did not think that she had started the night with the plan of getting railed by a big-dicked shemale escort. It was utterly out of character, utterly wrong, so against the narrative of her life as she'd planned it in her head. Lois Lane could almost see the future she was supposed to have, where she finally married Superman, dwindle and collapse...and Lois emerged into strange new uncharted territory.

She didn't care. It felt so good. The reporter leaned back into Blaze's pounding thrusts, her heart went hummingbird fast...the strong hands that held her back were slick with sweat...

The reporter's blood pressure dropped dangerously low. Her eyelashes fluttered heavily over her violet eyes. The vision of the fertility idol she had impulsively stolen faded...and then her head hung limp between her shoulders, the **** reporter dead weight as Blaze continued to fuck the **** woman.

Blaze sighed. She eased Lois down onto the mattress, checked her pulse at her neck...and never once took her cock out of that pussy, or stopped her humping. The dickgirl allowed herself a satisfied grunt as another sticky load erupted deep inside of the reporter...and then allowed herself a sad sigh. One finger traced a design on skin just above Lois Lane's ass. A complicated sigil of intersecting black lines, with Blaze's own seal in the middle. It slowly and painlessly burned itself indelibly into the reporter's skin.

The demon did like to leave her mark, in every sense of the word.

"Whatever shall I do with you, Lois Lane?" the succubus said as she let her human guise fade. Her blood-red skin was a stark contrast to the reporter's pale pink. "I had thought, when you first came into my club, that I might use you in some scheme...and when my idol influenced you, I had thought you were almost in my grasp. Yet there was something in you that wanted a lusty encounter. Something beyond what my little toy could compel you to do on its own, if you did not wish it deep within yourself. And here we are, and you asleep..."

The red lips twisted into a smile.

"Perhaps it is better you sleep for a while. Yes, a sudden coma, coupled with an unexpected pregnancy...that might **** the Man of Steel..."

The reporter did not wake the next morning. Blaze was long gone when, a day later, a nervous knock came at her door...followed by a furious pounding...and in her dreams, Lois Lane's night out stretched on and on, while in the waking world Clark Kent burst down the door and found the reporter on the bed, comatose, spattered with cum...

...and Blaze laughed as her **** on Superman began in earnest.