End: He Received A Tip About A Supervillain Brothel

"One of my contacts suggested there was some nefarious costumed activity down here," Clark Kent said lightly, pointedly not looking as Lois straddled the sink and washed the cum out of her pussy. "I decided to come and have a look...posed as a customer..."

Lois snorted. "Clark Kent. Did you come here to get laid?"

He blushed...and Lois turned off the water. She spread her legs, her ass hanging over the edge of the sink, the faucet against her back. Maybe it was the fact that she'd just had sex, but somehow she felt...randy. Ready. Primed. For the first time in a long time, she looked at Clark Kent not as a coworker or a friend but as a man...and she needed a man right now. Maybe she had needed one for a long time, and it had taken getting rescued by this mild-mannered reporter to make her see it.

"Smallvillle," she said softly. "Look at me."

Clark Kent turned. His eyes, blue as a summer sky through the black frames of his glasses, fixed on Lois. His cheeks burned.

"Did you want to get laid, Clark?" Lois asked, and reached down between her legs. Spread the lips of her labia with her fingers.

He swallowed hard. An iron will. Tremendous respect for her. Not wanting to take advantage. Wondering if Lois was under the influence of something, or someone. Or traumatized by her recent experience. The veteran reporter could read Clark Kent like a book. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Please, Clark," Lois said. "Don't make me beg. I just...need a friend right now. I need you in me."

He stepped forward...and slowly unbuckled his belt. Fingers steady as he nearly ripped the zipper off his pants, the cock already struggling to be free. A nice big one...but not too big. Nothing inhuman. Nothing that would hurt.

As he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, Clark Kent hesitated. Warred with himself.

"Lois," he said. "I..."

She laced her fingers around the back of his neck. Looked into his eyes...and said, with absolute sincerity.

"Yes."

Then she pulled herself forward, onto his cock...and she gasped, as he entered her. Harder than any cock she had ever known. Hotter too. His body radiated heat like a summer's day as she pressed herself against his broad chest, his massive hands cradled her buttocks...Lois lifted her neck and he lowered his head, so their lips could meet.

Some hours later, the Justice League left the brothel. Four Green Lanterns of Earth had bound the demon in a multi-layered energy construct. Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl helped the women get to the resources they needed: Zatanna and Doctor Fate to remove the changes, Dr. Midnite for medical emergencies, social services to get them relocated in life. The police handled all the purely human hoodlums, with Batman and the Flash gathering sufficient evidence to secure their arrest and convictions.

Superman, despite calling the raid, was largely absent.

Lois Lane were oddly absent, until after most of the excitement was done...and when they did emerge, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was barely able to walk, with a stupid grin on her face. Clark Kent, who held her arm, looked strangely happy too. Wonder Woman noticed the ripped zipper, the lipstick on his collar, the stray black hairs on his frumpled jacket.

She smiled.

"Where have you been?" Wonder Woman said.

Lois, hanging on Clark, looked her in the eye. "I had a long night out. Now Clark is going to take me to bed. Isn't that right, Smallville?"

"That's right, Lois," Clark said with a sheepish grin...and he didn't miss Wonder Woman's wink as the two tottered off into the sunrise.

It was, she reflected, about time.