End: Long and Hard

"Lois," Clark Kent said as he pressed her body close against his. "Forgive me."

She shuddered in the grasp of his arms, her feet pulled at his pajama bottoms. Lois Lane clung to him, unwilling to let him go.

"But you haven't done anything to me yet!" She cried. A bit of a whine had crept into her voice.

"No," he said as he carried the woman that clung to him to the bed. "But I'm going to. I know I should wait until you're sober, I know it's wrong to take advantage of you while you're under the influence...or find out who made you this way."

He laid her down on the bed, and loomed over her.

"But I can't resist any longer, Lois. So I hope you forgive me..."

Lois shut his mouth with a kiss...and then she felt the head of his prick press against her pussy...and though it was far from her first time, it felt for a moment like she was a virgin again. He was that thick, that hard. Her pussy, wet as it was, was barely able to accommodate his bulk...and once he slid all the way in, something oozed out of her ass that might have been the hard-to-reach **** deep inside of her, or cum from her "clients" that night, or just a dribble of fluid crushed out of her colon as he filled her cunt completely in a way that she had never experienced before.

His big body engulfed her. She could feel his need inside of her, the strain as those big muscles struggled to avoid crushing her like tissue paper...and it was only moments after he entered her that he began to grunt. Even in her ****-induced daze, Lois Lane could feel each spurt, deep inside of her. Like a sharp pain, like being poked by a stick...and the hot spunk filled the back of her pussy and held itself there, uncomortably warm, uncomfortably there....and somehow, deep inside of her, she could feel her cervix spasm as thought a white sludge crept over it and pressed itself against the middle of that sphincter. As though his sperm demanded entrance...and might well get it.

Yet that was only the beginning of their lovemaking. For when he came, Lois flipped him over onto his back, and astride that cock that filled her like nothing else she began to gyrate her hips, to rise and fall, to run her hands through that hairy chest and feel those perfect muscles and...

"Clark...if you make me cum right now, I'll love you forever."

Those blue eyes twinkled.

"Lois...I'm not going to stop until you beg me to."

Lost in each other, in the rise and fall of Lois Lane on that steel-hard shaft, as his sperm tickled her uterus, they ignored the whole world.

Neither of them gave any thought to the bottle marked XXX on the bedside table.

As Lois Lane's moans grew louder, and Clark Kent moved within her, his mouth pressing kissed on her shoulder, her cock plunging new depths inside of her, the bottle wobbled once, twice, and then vanished into a single vertical line...and vanished.

The demon Blaze sighed in frustration as the bottle appeared. She had pushed and nudged the reporter, but the outcome had not been quite what she had hoped. Instead of tearing Superman and Lois Lane apart, she had simply brought them together.

"Love," she said with a terrible grimace. "Bah, humbug."