End: Even Whores Fall In Love—And Even Supermen Can Love Whores

With a crash, the chronal conturbations collapsed all the quantum states into the present moment. The whore—the reporter—stood up from her ceaseless orgy with strange confidence. The demon Blaze, who had been orchestrating the sexual **** as she retroactively twisted Lois Lane's past, saw there were changes she had not anticipated...

Breast augmentations made the once B-cup breasts into E-cup enhancements, taut and swollen, the nipples pierced by small barbells. The body was more fit and toned, the labia longer and darker protruding lewdly from out of her mound. A ring pierced her clitoral hood...and another, set with a diamond, graced her left ring finger.

Lois Lane-Kent rested hands on hips, sperm dripping from her cunt and ass.

"Got you," the married woman said.

There was a crash—a blur of crimson and blue—and then Superman was there , his arm about the demon's throat, his hand pressed into the back of her head. Blaze squirmed, briefly, but against the super-sleeper hold she had no immediate defense except to try and teleport away...and found, to her brief surprise, a magical barrier in place to prevent that.

Zatanna stepped through the naked, cowering bodies of the orgiasts, who had no idea what was going on. Blaze's last sight before she lost consciousness was the magician smiling at her...and then the scarlet succubus went limp.

"The League will take her from here, Superman," Zatanna said. "Why don't you get Lois some clothes?"

The Man of Steel took off his cape and offered it to Lois, who, with the reflex born of long practice, made it into a very short and revealing toga.

"What took you so long?" Lois asked.

"You know I like to watch," Superman said. "Gets me all excited."

"Hmm. Once we get home, I'll have to wash up and reward you properly," Lois told her husband, a knowing smile on her lips. The Kryptonian smiled back as he took her in his arms.

"Before you do that, you know I want to suck the cum out of that sweet pussy. It's been almost a week," he whispered.

"Who am I to deny my best client anything?" Lois said as she leaned against his chest.

"Get a room, you two," Batman muttered irritably. As with most of Lois and Clark's X-rated adventures, the Caped Crusader had to leave his younger wards at home, so only the two oldest young men were busy handcuffing the naked cultists as Zatanna and other magicians secured the **** Blaze.

"You know, that Nightwing is cute," Lois mused. "I wonder if he might help us with our little baby-making problem? I could go off my birth control, you slide into me...and then he slides into you..."

Superman chuckled. He had learned to love to share his wife...but she was still faithful to him, in her own way. As he was to her; why he always used condoms when fucking other people. It was what made their relationship work.

"I can't help but think we should thank her," Superman said as he picked Lois up and carried her out of the room. "If not for her temporal manipulations, we might not have gotten together."

"Oh, I think I would have bedded you eventually," Lois said, curling his black hair about one finger. "But can you imagine how boring our sex life would be? Missionary, once a week, blowjobs on your birthday..."

His great shoulders gave a shiver. Lois reached down to cup her mons, holding the sperm in. Tasting other men in her always got her superloverboy going. He would probably fuck her until dawn, until her pussy was raw and sore and she couldn't even wear panties the next day, and would have to ice down her cunt...and he was the only man she had ever met who could do that.

"I love you," she said, almost to herself. "I really do. I love that you could love a whore like me."

Superman paused. He leaned in and smiled before he kissed her, and said in a soft, earnest voice.

"I love you because you are a whore. I love you for what you've taught me. How to be open and free with my sexuality. How to respect myself and others. You are the sexiest woman in the world, Lois Lane-Kent, and watching you get fucked in all holes makes me hot and hard...and it always will."

It was a small kiss. Nothing like that first time, when her tongue had pushed past his shocked lips. Now they were equals, partners, who knew each other's bodies from long experience...and would continue to do so for a long, long time to come.