End: How Would That Even Work?

"I mean, it can't be legal...and would we...live together? Sleep together? What about kids? I don't...oooh..."

Superman's tongue had found the reporter's clit.

"We can figure out the legal stuff later," Supergirl said as she slipped the head of her cousin's cock into her cunny. "What I want to know is: do you want to be together with us? The both of us?"

Her blue eyes burned into Lois Lane's own. "Do you love us?"

"I...I...of course I do!" Lois blurted out.

Kara grinned. Her face closed in, and the two women's mouths met. Beneath them, Superman slurped and licked, his cock jumped inside his cousin's tight cunny, and his hands found her small, soft breasts...and all three of them moved together, found their rhythm. Lois Lanes fingers combed Superman's hairy chest. Supergirl's hips ground in small circles. The three of them were locked together, and for the moment they forgot everything of the world outside this bed, outside this apartment...

Lois Lane was there to hold Kara as Superman erupted inside of her...and Kara was there to lick Lois' nipples and rub her clit as the male Kryptonian took his prick, still wet with his cousin's juices, and squeezed it into the reporter's tight cunny. It was different than anything Lois Lane had imagined or dreamed, even in her horniest moments...and when the Man of Steel was spent, his wives to be knelt down on the bed and worshipped his cock with their mouths, eager to continue. It was a night of unbridled lust, experimentation, and discovery...the first of many to come, or so all three hoped. Lois Lane's night out ended with all three of them together in bed, Lois huddled between the two Kryptonians, her holes sore and her body exhausted...and she never slept so well as when those four strong arms held her close.

Down beneath the club, the demon Blaze passed the ivory wand stained with Supergirl's blood back and forth through the strange red vapors that emerged from an unnatural flame. Four women, whom Lois had sought, stood in a trance...and as the red vapors engulfed them, their forms shifted and changed...until standing before her, perfect in every detail, were four copies of Supergirl.

Perfect in every detail, right down to the soft blonde pubic hair between their smooth muscular legs.

Blaze allowed herself a smile. Lois Lane and her night out had served the demon's purposes perfectly...but what she would do with her four super-doppelgangers is a story for another time.