End: Lois Lane, Will You Be My Girlfriend?

Lois Lane awoke like a cat. There was no outward sign, but all of her senses were alert. No muzziness, no gentle throwing-off of the cobwebs of sleep. The first rays of dawn played across her bare back. She could feel the pleasant ache in her asshole, the familiar soreness that came from a night of hard sex. Something she hadn't experienced in a long time. Then there was the cage locked around her tiny cock and balls, which was a very new sensation.

She was also aware that she wasn't alone.

The smell of coffee and biscuits wafted into the bedroom. By the time Raven came in, naked, a cup of steaming java held telekinetically in front of her, a plate with fresh biscuits and slices of melon in her hands, the reporter was sitting up, back against the headboard.

"Good morning," Lois said, and raised her hands to accept the coffee.

"Do you take cream or sugar?" Raven asked, as she sat the plate on the reporter's lap.

"No, thank you," Lois took a test sip. Her eyes glanced at the flaccid cock between the Titan's legs. "I'm sweet enough already. So what did I miss?"

"Well...after we...dealt with some of your corruption..." Raven began.

"You fucked my ass raw," Lois corrected, and hid her grin behind the coffee cup.

"I tucked you into bed. Meditated most of the night, made sure there wasn't any further influence on you from that demon you encountered at the club. And I did a lot of thinking," Raven licked her lips. "Would you be my girlfriend?"

Lois Lane raised one perfect eyebrow. Her thighs instinctively squeezed together. She **** herself not to look at the naked dickgirl's cock.

"Was I that good?" Lois joked, to defuse the situation.

"You were amazing," Raven said, honestly, and sat on the bed, by the reporter's feet. "But there were...complications. We're connected now, you and I. It'll help protect you from outside influences, but it also means we have an empathic link."

"You want to fuck me again," Lois said automatically, and she couldn't tell just then if that was journalistic instinct or if she felt it. The reporter's toes, which stirred out from beneath the covers, poked the slumbering monster of Raven's cock...and the pale cheeks of the mystic reddened as her dick responded.

"There is that. But I don't want it to be...just sex. That's not fair to you. To us. My father would have just made you his thrall. A sex ****. An outlet for his pent-up lusts. I don't...I don't want us to have that kind of relationship," Raven said, and it was as if the words were dragged out of her.

Lois sipped her coffee. Her stomach rumbled. Yet her feet continued to play with Raven's slowly hardening prick.

"So what kind of relationship do you want us to have?" Lois said. "I'm at least a decade older than you, you know."

"I don't mind that," Raven said, as her cheeks burned. "I just thought we could...date. Get to know one another. You know, go to concerts and stuff."

The reporter set the half-finished coffee on the side table. She reached down and took a biscuit, still warm from the oven, and bit into it hungrily. Crumbs fell down across her naked breasts, and Lois didn't care. She'd need to wash these sheets anyway. The room reeked of sex...and the harder Raven got, the more exicted Lois got. Her dick stirred in her cage. Her toes touched the now-stiff tower of Raven's cock, and the tremble that went through the dickgirl seemed to travel right down the reporter's leg to her cunny.

She set the plate aside.

"Okay. We can be girlfriends. We can date," Lois said. She flung the covers away. "Now fuck me. I'm ready."

Raven looked at Lois, and for a moment Lois saw through the affectless guise that the mystic normally wore. She saw the yearning in that face, so young, for all that she was of legal age, and the cock quivered so stiff and hard that it must have hurt like a sonofabitch.

The reporter grinned as Raven crawled on top of her. Their lips met, hesitantly. Tasting. Testing. Lois Lane's hand found that rigid rod and guided it toward her hungry asshole. It had been a long time since she had girlfriend-sex...and as the cock slid into her, Lois let out a little sigh of satisfaction. There really was nothing like getting fucked first time in the morning...and Raven was young, energetic, full of spunk.

Lois Lane held her close and whispered in her ear: "Rail me. And cum wherever you want."

So Raven did. Headboard thumping against the wall, cock bottoming out, jizz splashing hard and deep. Neither of them thought, right then and there, about how they would explain this to their friends and family. Nor did it matter. Something passed between them, intangible, but real. A bond that strengthened with each **** thrust, which each demand for Raven to go harder and deeper.

Girlfriends, yes. For now. But as old futures were closed off and new ones opened, oh what possibilities there were...

But that is a different story.