End: It Hurts So Good

Lois Lane vividly remembered that breathless moment when something began to burst out of John Hurt's chest. The smooth, organic thing, bathed in blood, that **** its way out of his cage of bone. The eyeless face, the little eyes. The dead man who stared up at the thing with fading eyes, like the victim of a guillotine staring at their own headless corpse in the moment before oblivion took them.

Now she knew what it felt like if the xenomorph had been trying to **** its way in.

Superman held her in place as his sleek, alien prick pounded his way inside of her. Those claws held her legs apart, and Lois Lane she shivered and squirmed at their touch, like the slick carapace of some insect. It would have been easier if the cock was simply a rigid rod pistoning away. Lois could have closed her eyes and pretended it was something else. Except it flexed and moved. The jointed carapace shifted inside of her, rubbed the hard little bumps and nodules against her pussy. She looked up in his eyes...and saw something she didn't expect.

The Man of Steel wasn't looking into her eyes. His vision was focused on her abdomen. At the way his cock distended the skin of her stomach whenever he bottomed out. Or...or as if he was staring through the skin and muscle. Guiding his cock by sight more than feel. Stimulating and stretching her cunt. Yet she could see the tension in his face. The concentration. He wasn't enjoying himself. Wasn't letting himself go.

She wanted to see that.

"It's...it's okay," Lois said, and the softness of her own voice surprised her. It was as if someone else was talking. As if she was listening to someone else speak. "You can let go. I want...I want to feel all of it."

His eyes shifted, ran up her body from her slim stomach to the small, half-tear-drop shaped breasts, the pink nipples stiff and puffy, to her flushed face and dilated eyes. For the first time, a drop of sweat hung on the bottom of his chin, gathered itself, and fell, to strike her right between her breasts.

"This...this is going to hurt," he said.

She **** a smile. Reached up to run her hands over those massive pectoral muscles, those broad shoulders. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She could almost feel that strange, alien prick grow inside of her, the blind head burrowing deeper.

"I want you to hurt me," she whispered. "I want to feel it."

Her heart hammered, curiosity and arousal overwhelming her last instinct of self-preservation.

Inside her body, she felt the plates of the penile carapace flex and swell. Pushing her cunt walls apart. Letting the smooth head push deeper than before. Uncomfortably deep. All the way until she felt it grind against her cervix.

Then Superman began to tremble. His whole body began to vibrate. The bed began to shake. More importantly, perhaps, the inhuman prick that filled Lois Lane's cunt almost to bursting began to vibrate.

She wasn't sure when the swollen flesh of his prick caused the plates to separate. When the tiny, hairlike needles pierced and transfixed her pussy. Lois became unable to scream they stabbed into her cervix. As the ring of muscle began to dilate, and the alien prick extruded something that **** its way into her uterus. The reporter was cataleptic with fear and pain and pleasure, all mingled together as Superman's eyes crossed and his face twisted in a mask of utter loss of control. A ridiculous, idiotic face.

Then something like acid sprayed into her womb.

It burned like the sun. Her abdomen glowed red and she writhed uncontrollably as the terrible heat filled her. Foaming at the mouth, pleasure exploded in her brain in a series of crashing waves that threatened to drown out all consciousness, even as she felt the sharp pain as her labia split, the base of Superman's prick now inflated into something the size and hardness of a spiked bowling ball. Trapping his wriggling, glowing sperm deep into her wounded cunt as they flooded her fallopian tubes.

Lois pictured them, the alien sperm, hunting and killing any other sperm in her reproductive track. Her **** eggs awaiting in her ovaries as the rapacious invaders fell upon them with blind intent. Their genetics were so different, surely not all of the embryos would be viable. She pictured the fragile little egg cells bursting beneath the relentless super-sperm. But one or two...yes, or two might find that perfect combination of genes, to form a hybrid. The kryptonian genetics would protect them as the cell wall thickened. Would let them survive the weirdly toxic environment the reporter's pussy had become.

Superman sighed and sagged as he stopped shaking. Steam rose up from his muscles, and he looked somewhat diminished. Exhausted. But happy.

His kiss was as gentle as the fucking had been torturous.

"We should probably do this one or two times more," he said. "Just to be sure you take. Give me a few minutes for the knot to go down. I'd like to try another position."

Lois Lane felt her head nodding, mutely. A stupid smile plastered on her face. The terrible heat in her stomach slowly died down. The dull realization came to her that this was her life now. The terrifying and ecstatic act of being Superman's cocksleeve was her present and future. She was going to be fucked by that inhuman cock until her poor pussy simply gave up and fell off.

The scary thing was, Lois didn't think she minded at all.

I think I'm a masochistic freak that gets off on being abused by Superman's cock, Lois Lane thought...and that was the final coherent realization that came from her night out. For the rest of the night there was only moans of pleasure and pain, as Superman's alien prick ruined her pussy for all others.