End: Bruce Wayne Wants Lois & Lucy To Be His Breeders

"I apologize for being so forward," Bruce Wayne said. "But you two really are perfect specimens of womanhood. I'd like you to consider being my breeders."

Lucy snorted, champagne burning her sinuses and dribbling out of her nose. Lois Lane, ridden by her mother's ghost, was more constrained.

"Are you starting a harem, Mister Wayne?" the reporter asked, evenly.

"No. I'd like to keep it...close. Just the three of us," he said. The billionaire placed his elbows on the table, fingers steepled. "I can't marry you both, but I can provide many of the benefits of a traditional relationship. Financial security, a shared domestic setting, support for your professional endeavors...my name, for you and the children."

"That's...I mean..." Lucy looked from Lois to Bruce and back again. "I mean, we just met you tonight! That's insane that's...are you serious?"

"He is," Ella Lane said, through Lois Lane's voice. "Completely. And I think we should take his offer very seriously, Lucy."

There was something about the way Lois Lane's voice dipped then, into the exact intonation that Ella Lane had used when she would brook no argument, that sent a shiver down Lucy Lane's spine. The younger Lane sister shook her head.

"I...I'm sorry, Mister Wayne. I was just...surprised. This is so unexpected!" Lucy said, and finished her glass of champagne.

They continued the conversation in Bruce Wayne's limousine, where there was more champagne. The billionaire sat between them, a hand on either sister's knee closest to them. Discussing details. Plans. His loneliness as an orphan. His admiration for Lois and Lucy's work. Big, strong hands traveling further and further up their legs. Lucy, already drunk, clutched his hand to her crotch as they hit the outskirts of Gotham, moaning and humping. Lois Lane, possessed by her mother, was more proactive. She had him unzipped, her hand gripping his thick cock, stroking him off as his fingers pressed against her pussy.

"So many scars," Ella said in Lois Lane's body. "But it's so big!"

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," Bruce Wayne said, as the car pulled into the garage at Wayne Manor.

Between the two of them, they had to carry Lucy into the master bedroom. Lois and Ella both were impressed by the almost decadent wealth on display at the mansion. Custom-made, master-crafted furniture. Works of art that could have hung proudly at art galleries and museums. Antiques from every corner of the globe. The bed, when they came to it, was a four-poster monstrosity from another century, that could easily have slept a dozen in comfort.

Lucy Lane slumped onto the mattress, already asleep.

"Are you going to breed her now?" Ella Lane asked, piloting her daughter's vocal cords. The reporter hated the sound of her own voice. Her sister was drunk, ****...it wasn't right...

"Do you have any objection?" He asked, staring into Lois Lane's eyes.

Ella Lane opened her mouth...and paused, as Lois violently rejected. All of her daughter's will fought against the possessing spirit, and for a moment...just a moment...the control slipped.

"No! No, don't, she's....aagh!" Lois Lane gripped her head. Bruce Wayne took a step back, toward the bed...and then Lois felt a gloved hand grab the back of her neck, and a woman's voice said a word she didn't recognize.

".esicroxE"

Something slipped out of Lois Lane then. Like a weight that had settled into her bones, suddenly gone. She staggered as muscles came under her control once again, and collapsed onto her hands and knees. Sucked in air, grabbed her head as the champagne suddenly struck her like a freight truck.

Zatanna, in top hat and tails, fishnets and high heels, stepped out of the shadows. In her left hand was a stoppered glass bottle. A small, wispy smoke with a vaguely female humanoid form pounded on the glass from within.

"Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Wayne," the magician said.

Bruce Wayne gave a smile, bent down and offered his hand.

"Any time. Are you all right, Miss Lane?"

The reporter accepted the hand up and crawled to her feet. Lucy began to snore.

"I...what happened?" Lois Lane said.

"We've had someone keeping an eye on the club. A demon named Blaze is there, doing some operation. They saw that you were possessed by a minor demon masquerading as your mother. We needed to get you away from there to exorcise the spirit without alerting Blaze...or hurting you. Mister Wayne agreed to go undercover for us." Zatanna explained.

Lois Lane blinked. Then flushed. "So...you don't want to breed us?"

"I'm sure I'd enjoy that...but the truth is, I'm already in a committed relationship, and have a biological son from a previous relationship," he said. "I hope you'll forgive me for taking the subterfuge so far."

The reporter took a deep breath. "No, it's fine, under the circumstances. I just hope Lucy doesn't remember any of it. She seemed kind of into it, near the end there."

Bruce smiled. "She won't remember a thing. I slipped a mickey into her second glass of champagne. When she wakes up tomorrow, she'll remember nothing about last night. Speaking of which, the mansion has several guest bedrooms, if you'd like to stay the night...we can do an interview in the morning, to justify to your editor why you're in Gotham," he suggested.

Lois Lane smiled, suddenly relieved...and, she realized, a little disappointed. While she had mentally not consented to sex, her body had been ready and aching for it.

"Yes, that's fantastic. Thank you, Mr. Wayne...Zatanna...for saving me," Lois said.

"Call me Bruce," the billionaire said as he picked the **** Lucy up in his arms, to carry her to one of the guest bedrooms.

It was not long after that Lois was ensconced in her own guest bed, naked between the sheets in the dark, trying to catch a few hours of sleep. The events of the night whirled around and around in her mind. Wondering if that spirit had really been her mother, or just a demon as Zatanna had claimed. What the demon Blaze's plans were, and how the missing women figured into it. What questions she would ask Bruce tomorrow during their interview.

Her hands slipped between her legs as she thought of that scarred cock. In some other world, she thought, that cock would be buried inside of her right now, knocking her up, Lucy looking on and waiting for her turn like the sister in some bad Japanese anime...

...and her night out came to an end with a soft sigh, and the strange dreams.