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Chapter 20 by Zeebop Zeebop

What does Lois do now? What can she do?

End: Lois Gets Fucked So Hard She Drops Her Phone In The Toilet

Panic hit the reporter as she saw the red veins crawl up Lana Lang's face. The blue eyes fluttered heavily, and when they opened again, Lois was shocked to see that they were pure white, with no pupil or iris...and the cock seemed to lurch inside of the reporter, hitting deep.

People who panic make mistakes. Lois Lane, her hips squeezed by her possessed friend-cum-lover, made an obvious one.

She dropped her phone in the toilet.

Then Lana grabbed her arms.

Holding the reporter from behind, the possessed redhead's hips jerked, her crimson cock pounding deep and hard and relentlessly in the reporter's cunt...and Lois Lane, fight though she might, could only stare down at her smartphone beneath the water. So close, yet so far...

Perhaps, in another time and place, Lois would have been able to fight her way free before the red flesh transformed Lana Lang completely. Or would have been able to call for help. Yet no one came into the bathroom all night; an Out Of Order sign hung on the door, and club security stood in front of it to keep anyone from disturbing the relentless fucking within.

In time, the reporter's knees gave out. Lana Lang took her down to the floor, her hips never stopping. Streams of black jizz, thick as treacle, dripped down the reporter's legs...and Lois couldn't see the dark horns that budded from Lana's brow. She could only feel the aching soreness in her belly, could only grunt with pain every time the cock thrust into her bruised pussy...and when Lana flipped the exhausted reporter over, Lois barely recognized her friend as she **** a long, forked tongue into the human woman's mouth.

Privately, Lois Lane hoped that Superman, or someone, would come and save them both. She knew it was too late for her not to be pregnant. Her cunny felt overflowing with black jizz. Yet she held out for that forlorn hope that maybe, just maybe, someone would trace her phone...

...which had died, hours ago, as water seeped into the cracks of the casing that had shattered when she dropped it in the toilet.

No one was coming to save Lana Lang or Lois Lane...and though the reporter could not admit it to herself, her night out would not have a happy ending. For inside her womb, a black sperm was slipping through the shell of an egg...and the first of Blaze's children began to grow in her belly.

The End

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