End: Fuck My Cunt, Master

Hands gripped the reporter's body just beneath her breasts. So large that the thumbs almost met near her sternum and spine. Lois could feel the strength there—knew that Darkseid could close his hands together and her bones would snap like rotten twigs.

No, she reminded herself, licking her lips as she still tasted his cock. I took those pills. I've got superpowers, at least for a while. I can take it, I can...

"My sons are worthless," the red eyes glowed. "Perhaps you will provide...finer progeny."

"Master?" Lois said, the word coming strangely easily to her lips. It had to be more than the ****, or his reputation. There was some aura about him that reached into her brain and drained the will to resist...though she could feel some core of herself fighting against it, her body was already seeking to obey his **** needs. Her hands reached behind and beneath her, guiding the head of that massive cock to her eager, dripping slit.

"Does your world not have tales of what awaits those foolish enough to mate with gods?" He rumbled. "Should you survive this experience, you will spawn new legends."

"Haaa!" Lois half-cried as the head of the cock slid against her pussy lips. She knew it wasn't stone. Had tasted it, had felt it. Yet she swore the impossible prick felt harder than it had when it was in her throat, and the heat of it was such she swore her pussy was burning. Wisps of evaporating pussy-juice wafted up from her crotch...and then the dark god sat, as though lazing on an invisible chair.

"Impale yourself," he commanded.

No supernatural compulsion in that order. Lois felt herself suddenly free. Whatever influence Darkseid had, he had withdrawn it...at least for a moment...and Lois knew this was a test. His burning eyes were burrowing into her body and mind. This was a test.

Her feet found his thighs. Her hands gripped his forearms. She breathed deep...and pressed down.

Gravity alone could not impale her on that cock. It was too wide, too thick. Like trying to slide her cunt down on a parking bollard. Lois felt the muscles in her legs and abs begin to burn as she pressed downwards. Yet most of her attention was on her pussy, her pretty little pussy, the folds of which stretched over the great grey phallus, the elastic cunt augmented with strange superhuman **** stretching as she pushed it down on the elephant's trunk, the labia spreading wider and wider, the pink rim of her orifice stretching taut...and then farther, the flesh growing thinner and thinner, until her clitoris stood out sharply from the great round gaping hole that was being burrowed out of her.

She could feel his head, deep inside of her. It wasn't about pleasure, not anymore. Darkseid's judging gaze burned across her small breasts, her flat stomach, the utterly inconsequential human thing that had the temerity to impale itself on his godhood...and Lois grit her teeth and pressed down farther, an angry growl hissing from her lips.

I'll show him! I can take it! I'm Lois Lane, and I can fuck anything, man or demon or god or...

There are limits to all things. Lois Lane's journey down the New God's prick halted suddenly and painfully. It felt as though she had been punched in the cervix, and her whole body tightened up against the unexpected pain. It felt like her cunt was on fire, the whole length of it stretched absurdly, tears in her eyes.

"Adequate," Darkseid said. Her hands clenched a little tighter, so that Lois felt her breath squeak out from between her teeth, lungs less able to expand.

He began to lift her off. Her cunt squeezed instinctively on the mammoth prick, and Lois realized at once that was a mistake, for as superhumanly strong as she was, the lord of Apokalips was stronger, and she could see the pink length of her integument stretch outside her pussy lips as it sought to grip the prick even as the god lifted her up...and then slammed her back down.

Lois choked as the head of the prick slammed into her deepest depths once again.

That set the rhythm. Darkseid was in complete and utter control, his strength was implacable, and he stroked his mammoth cock with Lois Lane's cunt as though the reporter were little more than an onahole. Unable to fight him directly, Lois did what she could to keep pace. Her legs flexed, pushing upwards as he lifted; her pussy relaxed on descent and tightened on the ascent, as though sucking at him. She looked into that stony face, utterly devoid of emotion...but the eyes were growing brighter, strange energies crackling in the air around them. It was strange and almost hypnotic, but as she moaned and bounced on his cock, she swore it almost seemed like she could sense something rising inside of him...a tremor in his fingers and forearms, not of exhaustion, but of...expectancy.

Then the heat in her exhausted cunt built to a point beyond anything she had ever experienced. The veins beneath that stone skin were beginning to shine through, the air grew close and still as during a thunderstorm, and Lois could feel the rhthym of their fucking increase, her pussy sliding a little more easily now over the stone cock...and she realized that something was lubricating those strokes, something that not even the heat of his divine body could cause to flash into steam, which burned inside of her like acid, reshaping her cunt and womb for its own purposes...

...and Lois cried as something burst inside of her. The red gaze of his eyes enveloped her whole field of vision. Blotting out everything she had known or had been. No hope. No life. No will.

Only Darkseid.

The human woman remained impaled on his cock, clutched against Darkseid's body as he stood.

"Are you satisfied?" Blaze said.

"Enough. I will take this one."

"That was not our agreement!" The demon hissed.

Darkseid's eyes flashed. Thunder rolled through the room. Where Blaze had stood there remained only a black scorch mark on the carpet, and the smell of brimstone.

Lois groggily raised her head as another boom filled the room. A strange yellow light. She saw Darkseid loom over her, shadowed by the Boom Tube. Somewhere distant, she heard screams...

"Master? Where..."

"Apokalips."

He stepped through the tube...and Lois Lane knew that her story, her life, as she knew it was at an end. She wondered very briefly at what missteps had led her here, whore to the darkest of gods, ripped from her old world and life. Could she have done anything different than what she had done?

Too late now. Darkseid's cock throbbed inside of her. His lust was not yet sated.