End: Lex Luthor

"No!" Lois whispered as the familiar, cruel features came into view. The shaven bald head, the piercing green eyes...and then the reporter's gaze dropped. Luthor was not wearing any clothes, and his body was slim and muscular, the result of years of weight lifting and exercise...Luthor's obsession in proving the best that humanity could be...and then her eyes dropped between his legs, and she gasped.

It was a frankencock. Lois could see the stitches, tying the lengths of slightly-differently-colored skin together. The tip of the flaccid monster extended just below Luthor's knee. Behind it, she could see his cock..and there was something wrong with that too, like a sack full of grapes, too many bulges.

With both hands, Luthor grasped the loose length of his cock, walking slowly toward Lois.

"You asked," he said. "And I'm here. I think you're ready to take me now, Lois."

His voice was arrogant, self-assured. Something in the tone sent a tingle down her spine, and she felt her gaping cunt begin to get wet.

"No..." she whispered, softer, almost to herself.

"Yes," he was hard now. The cock hadn't gotten much longer, but it had inflated in width impressively. Lois doubted she could get both hands around the base. It looked like something that had been scientifically designed to plug her pussy...and with a sinking heart, Lois realized that is probably exactly what it was.

He laid the hot meat against her impossibly fat pussy. The heat of it was sending an electric thrill throughout her body, the little friction of the stitches on her surgically-enhanced cock sent shivers through her clit.

"You planned this," she gasped. "You planned all of this!"

"Yes," he said, his warm, rough hands on her knees, massaging her thighs.

"The missing women?" she asked.

"LexCorp employees. To elicit your interest." He leaned down and took Lois' right nipple in his mouth. She didn't stop him. The nipples were hard and erect, her face flushed, cunt dripping—she could feel it pooling in her monstrous gape.

"My interest? This was all for me?" She couldn't keep a moan out of her voice.

He released her nipple. "Yes, Lois." He stared into her eyes. "For you. For us. So I could give you what the alien never could...and you could give me what I have always desired. An heir."

"Wait....wait!" She said as Lex pulled back, his swollen prick rubbing over Lois clit, lining up his rigid cock with her augmented pussy. He paused.

"Just...why me?" Lois panted, her body screaming at her. She wanted that cock inside of her...but she had to know.

"Isn't it obvious Lois? I admit, I'm not always good at expressing myself but...I love you."

Emotions and desires warred within Lois. She wanted to tell him off, to yell at him, to call for help. The reporter wanted to hate him for what he had done to her—what he had tricked her into having done to herself. To hate him for this entire wild night, that had left her with a pussy no normal man could satisfy.

What she said was: "Fuck me."

He didn't grin. But he slid his inhuman manhood inside of Lois, and she shuddered and moaned as every inch of it sank into her mammoth tunnel. It was like a hand sliding into a glove. As an adult woman, Lois had known lovers who had found her g-spot—the little bundle of nerves inside her pussy that would make her squirm.

But now it felt like a line of g-spots, one after another, lighting up as Luthor fed his fat prick into her depths until with a snug "schlick" he bottomed out, the tip just shy of her cervix.

"I won't hurt you, Lois." He said, placing his hands on either side of her. "Although I know you're still sore from the procedure."

"Lex...shut up and fuck."

She lifted up her legs and wrapped them around Luthor's back, driving the prick deep inside of her, rubbing against all those sensitive spots. Her insides felt gooey, positively melting, and as Lois looked into Lex's face she could see even his mask start to crack as the sweat ran down his face, buttocks heaving as he churned his massive prick in and out of her, and Lois knew that he must have been **** for this too. No normal woman could hope to accommodate his length, his girth.

But I can, she thought. So they moved together. Lois braced against the chair, using her legs to urge his thrusts on, feeling the top of that dick inside her belly. She could feel the convulsions of her body as small orgasms swept through her, imagined her cervix flexing open, **** to receive his seed...

He held on for longer than she expected. His **** pounding must have taken at least half an hour, her body writhing against his, cunt gripping his shaft hard...and Lois realized he was holding back, trying to make her enjoy it, to draw it out, even though it was obviously paining him...and she wondered how many days or weeks he had gone without the touch of another human being, like this.

"It's alright, Lex," she said. "I want it. Give it to me. Cum inside."

"It...isn't safe," he shot a look at her, face flushed, obviously on the edge of losing control. "It will never be safe. You're...hyperfertile, now. E-even the sperm in my pre-ejaculate...could have already..."

"Do it," she insisted, pulling him in deep with her legs, leaning forward with her upper body and, catching him unawares, stole their first kiss.

Lex Luthor came, not as normal men came. He came as heroes came, who empty themselves into the damsels they've rescued. Lois could feel their juices mingle together inside of her, the heat and pressure as that cluster of testicles pumped and pumped and pumped his augmented semen into her, and her cervix, she knew, was greedily sucking it all up, her whole body trying to contract at once. It was the first time she had cum together with a man.

They broke the kiss, Lex still buried inside of her, sperm spilling out of their obscene joining. Lois knew that when he pulled out, it would be like giving birth.

"If it's a girl," she said. "What do you think of...Alexandra?"

And there was a tiny shared laughter as the night ended.