End: Blaze Demands Superman's Sperm

Regret was a sword that stabbed through Lois Lane's heart as her tongue rolled around the tip of Superman's cock. There had been long, lonely nights when Lois had dreamed of something like this. One hand cupped that hairless sack, which pulsed with terrible potential. The other down between her legs, two fingers inside her slick, hot tunnel, to prepare herself to receive him. The length and breadth of his cock, not inhuman, but just simply longer and thicker than any cock she had known before. As though Kryptonianas had been built on a different scale.

In any other situation, Lois Lane would have been overjoyed. She would have thrilled to this fulfillment of her deepest erotic fantasy. To have him here, to kiss that super-prick, to let the tip of her tongue play with his piss-slit, to feel one of those great hands that could crush a mountain settle on the back of her head and gently pull her face onto that magnificent cock.

Only Lois Lane was betraying him.

Hot stupid tears fell down her cheeks as Lois opened her jaw as far as she could, to take his head into her mouth. The rubbery glans stuck behind her front teeth, and with her left hand Lois stroked the shaft. Squeezed that steel-hard cunt-breaker as she stroked it over and back. As the smell and taste of Superman's super-manmeat filled her head. Lois felt drunk on the smell of his cock, yet she felt like a dirty whore.

Blaze had been specific: Superman's super-sperm, in exchange for the women's lives, and Lois Lane's own.

Lois dared not tell him that, even though it broke her heart to make this tender moment a lie. She knew he would try to outwit the devil. Yet a fear had wormed its way into Lois Lane's heart. That if he knew, he would also know what Lois Lane had agreed to. Her failure. Her betrayal. Superman would look on her as nothing but a cheap cocksucker.

Which I am, she said, and closed her eyes as she sucked as hard as she could at his head. Hoping at least that she could make this the best blowjob of Superman's life.

Except the pressure on the back of her head hadn't diminished. Instead, it increased...and Lois Lane's eyes burst open as she felt that cock push forward, air suddenly cut off as the tip of his head found the back of her throat, a convulsive gag that shook her entire body, interrupted her rhythm.

"It's okay, Lois," Superman said. "I can smell Blaze's scent on you. She's ensnared you on some scheme, hasn't she?"

The voice was soft, as if whispered into her ear, and Lois Lane knew it was one of Superman's lesser-known powers—superventriloquism.

"I've alerted the Justice League. The magicians are already working with the Marvel family to intercept Blaze. I don't know what you promised her, but Lois...I've wanted this for so long. I'm sorry, but I can't hold back anymore."

"Aack. Aag. Kkagk." Lois coughed and choked as the dick pushed deeper. She had to rise off of her knees. The cock was too hard, it wouldn't bend to go down her esophagus, and the reporter had to shift and clamber until her body lay on the bed, head bent back, so that her throat could present as straight a tunnel as possible.

Then he pushed forward. Until those magnificent fat balls slammed against her chin. Until the ends of Lois Lane's jaws ached as they threatened to dislocate at any moment. Snot ran from the reporter's nostrils as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Superman, presented with the throat-pussy he had longed for, began to move. The tip of his cock seemed to clog the reporter's throat so that she could only suck in air in gasps as he pulled back. Her lungs began to burn as his great prick pushed in and out, slowly, forcefully, languidly enjoying the hot tightness of her throat as a young man with his first onahole enjoys the soft sex toy.

Yes! Lois thought, as hope and fear warred inside of her heart. Use me! Fuck me! I'm your sex toy. Just...don't think less of me...

Blaze had bargained with Lois Lane for Superman's semen. Yet the scarlet succubus would not receive a single drop of it.

There was the softest of grunts as a hard, hot spurt of super-seed flooded the reporter's stomach. Heartburn gripped the reporter's chest, as painful as a heart attack, as millions of Kryptonian semen splashed into her stomach acids. Vaguely, Lois Lane was glad that her throat couldn't get pregnant...and when Superman pulled back, Lois Lane's lips sucked hard at the retreating shaft, to slurp each single drop of Kryptonian cum into her gullet.

She lay limp and boneless, her tummy aching as the sperm slithered through her digestive system. Somewhere distant, Blaze was too preoccupied by a sudden and unexpected superhero **** to see how her scheme had failed.

Lois herself was vaguely aware that Superman was still hard. The shadow of his spit-covered cock fell over her naked body in the moonlight that streamed through the window.

"I'm sorry Lois," Superman said. "But I'm going to need you to take responsibility for this."

The reporter managed a gurgle, not sure if it was because of a throat still coated with cum or if his magnificent cock had actually damaged her vocal cords. Yet she remembered spreading her legs (I'm such a whore), and her fingers spread her labia (such a slut), and the terrible smile that creased her face as he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy...

"I wish you could suck me off every day," Superman said. "I'm so pent up...you don't know what you do to me, how sexy you are every day."

That was the only warning Lois had as he pushed his cock up inside of her in one smooth, pussy-piercing thrust. The reporter's eyes bugged out and she wheezed as all the air shot out of her lungs. As much as she had tried to prepare herself, the actual reality of Superman's cock was beyond anything Lois Lane was ready for. Her poor pussy was stretched to its limit, his head crushed against her cervix.

Superman had, after all, no sexual experience. Gentle as he might be under normal circumstances, he was still unprepared for a real woman. Lois Lane struggled to breathe as she writhed on his dick, and as Superman watched her, he smiled as he imagined her lost in ecstasy just from his putting it in.

"Your pussy is so tight, Lois," he said, and it was like the final blow of Quincey Morris' bowie knife through the cold heart of Dracula. It was as though the words stabbed through her brain, erasing any thought of betrayal. "It's everything I ever dreamed of."

"Muh pugghy," she coughed and mumbled. "Igh yorush."

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended. Impaled on Superman's cock. Little more than a toy for his sexual amusement. One chapter in her life closed as another, more erotic chapter began. Whatever sin that the reporter had committed, now she paid him back for it...by being Superman's personal jizzrag.