End: Lois Lane's Voice Returns

One moment, Lois Lane was unable to do anything but squeal like a pig—and in the next, a torrent of words burst from the reporter's throat.

"Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our ****. Amen...fuck fuck fuck, I renounce God! From now on all I worship is your dick! Give me every last drop from that Kryptonian cock! I don't care if you split me in two! Never stop fucking me! I'll be your super jizz-rag! Break me! Break my fucking cunt! Pop me like a jizz balloon! Pump me full of a litter. I'll do anything..."

The reporter's cheeks burned as she heard her own passionate blasphemies. The bondage gear crumbled into a black powder, and Lois almost collapsed as suddenly arms and legs were free, and the small curled tail was out of her ass. She moaned as Superman gently lifted them both up, the exhausted reporter still embedded on his dick, her arms and legs trailing below.

When Superman finally spoke, his words were less of a torrent of expletives, but the impact of them almost gave Lois a heart attack.

"Lois...I just heard my sperm penetrate your egg."

The reporter's jaw dropped as the implications sank in, and for a moment Lois Lane was speechless.

Zatanna wasn't.

"Lucky bitch," she said, without animosity. Now that the spell had been broken, there was no reason for Zatanna's latex-covered hand to play with Superman's ass...but she couldn't resist running a finger over those tight testicles. "I suppose I could have made you wear a condom...but to be honest, this has been coming for you two for a long time. Look, I'll gather the Justice League to deal with Circe and whatever else is going on in Metropolis. You two are in Vegas. Why don't you get married and have a proper honeymoon? You can use my suite."

She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop.

".ssem naelC" the magician said, as associated dark powders and bodily fluids disappeared, leaving her gloves and carpet pristine. "After all, it's not like Lois could get more pregnant, right?"

Lois Lane, who hung limp and exhausted in the arms of the Man of Steel, turned her head over her shoulder and flashed a wicked grin to the other woman.

"We can certainly try!"

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended...and how Mrs. Clark Kent's night in began.