End: I Wish You'd Fuck Me Somewhere Else

Lois Lane had cause to regret her words almost immediately. She had not meant to word it as a wish, and should have, in hindsight, been more explicit in that she wished Superman to convey her somewhere out of the sight of tens of thousands of other people to continue their lovemaking. Yet the jinn of lust, that spirit of smokeless fire, heard her wish...and interpreted through the reporter's most secret and deeply-buried of desires.

Which is why, as they hovered in mid-air, the eyes and cameras locked upon them, Superman's prick pulled free of her pussy—and slick with her juices, pressed hard against the helpless reporter's ass!

She tensed, as one might when a thick prick suddenly presses on your back door—but against the Kryptonian cock, there was no defense, and as Superman hugged her close he whispered to her:

"Lois...please...relax! I don't want to hurt you!"

Such was her faith in the Man of Steel—her love—and perhaps the deep, darkly buried fantasy that she had of him taking her, just like this, even if the circumstances weren't perfect—that Lois **** herself to relax.

The cock slid home. Muscles that could tear a battleship in two shook with aching anticipation as it slowly slid home, greased by her vaginal secretions, and Lois was glad that she had an enema at the beginning of the night. He was big—bigger than anything she'd ever had up her ass—and almost Lois thought he was too big, that he was going to split her open. Then, as the tip of his dick prodded deep into her insides, her buttocks pressed against those heavy balls. She gasped, sucking cold air into her chest....and opened eyes she hadn't realized she had shut.

They had continued to climb, and now floated thousands of feet in the air, out of the range of human eyes or cameras. Alone, even if exposed. His big, muscular arms holding her tight across her chest...and yet she pressed her body against his. Her legs spread and wrapped about his thighs, hooking her feet into the hollows of his knees....and thus anchored, she began to move.

How to express those moments? Hanging onto the love of her life, out in the dark open sky, back arching and feeling his hard cock sliding in and out of her asshole, stretching it out so well. Freezing cold, yet his hot breath was in her ear, his lips kissing her cheek, body radiating the only warmth to be had...

There would be many things to sort out. The women in Lois Lane's apartment, who continued on with the orgy even without Lois. The demon Blaze, who was carefully packing up her business in the club, chuckled to herself as the image of Lois Lane speared on the Man of Steel's cock was saved and shared throughout the internet, tarnishing both of their reputations.

Not exactly what she had planned for Lois Lane's night out...but the demon was not unpleased at the outcome. There would be other opportunities to humiliate and demean the super-couple...and Blaze would see to it that their relationship was anything except tranquil and peaceful.

Yet that is another story, and for now, there are only the cries of Lois Lane, echoing out into the sky, as she experienced her first anal orgasm...swiftly followed by a cry of shock and surprise as Superman lost his own virginity, flooding her guts with his semen.