End: Bring Her The Cock of Superman

All her life, Lois Lane had heard that power corrupts. Being a woman in this world, Lois had little enough power to experience that herself, yet she had seen it in action. Men who abused their position to get what they want. Predators, sex pests. Villains like Lex Luthor who treated the law as if it applied to someone else. It was one of the things that Lois had appreciated about Superman—he had all that power, but he didn't use it to bully other people. He could have any pussy he wanted, and yet...

The violet eyes flashed. A smile curled the reporter's lips. She had read about witches in the Middle Ages. How they were supposed to steal penises. If there was any truth to that...

"Bring me Superman's cock," Lois ordered her ****.

The world shifted around them. There was the distant rumble of thunder. A black flash, like the negative image left by the passing of a lightning bolt. The naked scarlet succubus stood before Lois, and on her crotch where a prim pussy should have been, was a long, pink shaft and balls.

The reporter rubbed her slit, wet with the demon's spit and her own juices. The once-dominant demon shivered like a leaf. She was on her knees, hands on the floor, shoulders slumped. Between her legs, the soft pink shaft began to grow stiff...and the reporter stretched out her legs so that her toes could play along the length of it.

"Can he feel this, ****?" Lois asked.

"Y-yes mistress," Blaze said, her head lowered. Little black sparks ran up between her horns.

"Can you feel it?" Lois pressed, as the swollen purple head of the shaft rolled between the balls of her feet.

"Y-yes mistress."

Heat stirred in the reporter. Her eyes fixed on the one-eyed monster. She wanted that inside of her. Wanted to feel what it was like to be in control. To feel that unprotected cock inside of her, raw and hard, and the most powerful man in the world could do nothing as she milked his seed. Like a little bitch.

"Take us home," Lois said.

Shadows twirled. The reporter found herself in her own apartment, her own bedroom. Seated on the edge of the bed. Superman's cock was stiff now, the great veins bulged beneath the reporter's toes, the purple head began to dribble.

The reporter stood. She pressed her foot against the cock, and with a small cry Blaze fell back. So much power inside of her body, yet as the full length of the reporter's foot pressed against that long, thick dick, the scarlet succubus squirmed like a virgin. Utterly powerless to resist Lois.

"How does it feel, ****-slut?" Lois said, her voice unexpectedly nasty.

"I...I can't hold it! It's so intense..." Blaze mumbled, her red face blushed purple. She was bent backward on her own heels, and when Lois took her foot off the cock, it stuck straight up into the air.

"Keep that pose, ****," the reporter said as she took her position astride the prostrate dickgirl. The reporter used her fingers to spread her netherlips, and a thin drop of pussy-juice dripped onto the dick, which wobbled and strained as if it would leap into the air and impale her.

Except it would not. Could not. It was her toy, to use as she would.

Power did corrupt, Lois Lane realized, as she dropped into a squat. She gasped as she guided that hot prickhead into her raw cunt. Imagined how Superman must feel, his dick suddenly gone, yet still able to feel the phantom pleasure.

"Superman's cock is my toy!" Lois Lane said as she eased herself down, and angled her body so that the Kryptonian cock touched her g-spot. "And I'm going to fuck it whenever I want."

"Oh...Oh mistress...I can't..." Blaze burbled.

"Cum, ****!" Lois howled, suddenly mad with lust as she plunged herself down on that stolen prick. **** the Man of Steel from afar sent her over the edge, as her deepest desires burbled up out of her subconscious, with no soul or conscience to restrict her. "Cum in my cunt! That's an order!"

Blaze cried out as the borrowed prick throbbed, pulsed...and the reporter grunted as a long-pent up load erupted into her cunt with so much **** that it struck her cervix like the blast of a shotgun. The reporter almost doubled over at the impact...but grinned as black lightning played over her body.

"S-sorry mistress," Blaze said. "I know you didn't order me to, but I felt you wanted me to...keep you alive..."

"Yes," Lois said as the pain faded. She wasn't aware of the holes in her flesh that closed, of the strengthening of her womb and pussy to survive a Kryptonian cum-blast. Or of the seed that swam inside her uterus, seeking eggs to join with.

"Good ****...very good. I want to take it all. I want to drain his super-balls. Every drop of sperm Superman has is mine...mine...MINE! You understand?"

The demon's eyes burned with power. The ghost of a smile graced her lips. Bent backward and fucked like a living sex toy, something inside of Blaze felt an echo of pleasure at these words...which would come back to haunt Lois Lane in time.

"Yes, mistress. Your will be done."

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended. With a devoted **** to cater to her every whim. To eat out her pussy every morning and fuck her raw every night. Over Metropolis, the Man of Steel's face was flushed as he experienced the sensations of his stolen prick. Utterly unaware of what was happening to him or why.

Could such a situation ever last? Perhaps, perhaps not; yet that is a different tale.