End: I Wish To Be Mrs. Superman

At the reporter's words, Blaze smiled that strange half-smile of hers...and then a wind blew, blisteringly hot, that seemed to pierce straight through Lois Lane's soul. The demon reached out...and Lois felt the sudden violation as something slid into place inside her pussy.

Darkness crowded in suddenly. All was black save for the white eyes that floated in front of the reporter.

"When next you and Superman make love, any seed he spills into the condom shall be collected and brought to me...and our deal will be done," the eyes seemed to flame. "But you must make love on waking, and you can say nothing of our deal, nor ask him to pull out. Disobey any of these three conditions, and I will have your soul as recompense."

The eyes blinked out...and Lois Lane sat up suddenly in bed. Panting, drenched in cold sweat...

"Lois?" A familiar voice said next to her. "What's the matter?"

She turned...and there beside her, in their bed was a familiar figure. Like a demigod carved by the ancient Greeks, all supple muscle and smooth skin, kind blue eyes that came out of a strong face, hair so black it seemed to have blue highlights.

Memories crowded in on Lois. The courtship, their marriage...the revelation of his secret identity...moving in together...making love.

She tossed aside the sheet. He slept naked, as she now remembered he did. Her hand settled around his cock, which immediately began to respond.

"Clark," she said. "Do you love me?"

"Of course, Lois." He said, pushing himself up on his elbow, brows bunched.

"Do you trust me?" Lois pressed.

"Of course," Clark Kent said.

Lois leaned forward. She whispered in her ear, heart pounding.

"I need you to fuck my ass. Right now. And cum inside me. I want every drop."

Whatever else he might have been—hero, visitor from another planet, the man of steel, her husband, her best friend—Superman was still a man. She had scarcely said the last word when his cock was rigid as a steel bar. There was lube in the bedside table...and Clark kissed her shoulders as she slid onto her side, one leg raised, to oil her asshole.

She had never done this before...not with Superman...not with anyone. Yet if here was anyone Lois Lane Kent wished to give her ass to, it was her husband...and somewhere, as he pressed the tip of his Kryptonian cock against her little hole, the demon Blaze screamed with rage. Because the magical condom was in Lois' pussy...not her ass...and anal sex definitely counted as making love.

Lois gasped as he pressed forward. His strength was impossible. Her anal sphincter was nothing against his eager, stiff prick; Lois could not more have stopped a train from driving itself up her ass. Yet he was so gentle...and eager. His hands came from behind to cup her breasts, his chiseled body pressed against hers and held her as the most delicate flower....and as she clung to him, one great hand came down to play with her pussy, a finger vibrating at superspeed...and long and loud was her first orgasm of the night, as he slowly fucked her ass, and Lois Lane Kent knew she would never deny her husband anything...

...and the demon Blaze cursed as she was cheated, though Lois Lane obeyed the letter of their contract. In the darkness of her lair, the scarlet succubus planned her **** on the happy couple...but that is another story.