End: My Heart—And All My Holes—Belong To Blaze

"No offense, future brother-in-law," Lois Lane added. "But we're exclusive."

For a moment, Colin Thornton's face was a mask of bestial fury...and then his eyes left Lois Lane's gaze. He stared at his sister...and Lois felt that something passed between the siblings. Something unspoken, yet tense. Perhaps on some astral plane beyond her ken, they wrestled and fought. All Lois knew is that she hugged Angelica Blaze fiercely, clinging to her as some intangible part of her seemed to be tossed about in a tempest.

Then the tempest stilled. Though physically still imposing, Colin Thornton seemed to shrink back...and he reached out and grabbed his tie from where he left it.

"Very well. I will...leave you to entertain yourselves." He grumbled, turned...and left.

It wasn't until he was out of sight, and the sound of his footsteps vanished from their hearing, that Angelica Blaze finally relaxed in Lois Lane's arms. She turned to smile at Lois.

"I'll explain about him—us—later," Blaze promised. "What was that about 'future brother-in-law?'"

"Well, you are going to take responsibility, aren't you?" Lois teased, trying to lighten the mood. "My poor pussy is stuffed full of your cum. I could get pregnant. You don't want your baby to be a bastard, do you?"

Blaze's mouth opened, momentarily at a loss for words...and Lois took that opportunity to lean in, her tongue stealing into her lover's mouth.

The reporter hadn't set out tonight to get laid, much less to get a girlfriend, or to talk about pregnancy or marriage...and maybe it was early to think about all of those things. Yet right now, she wanted to at least put the thought in Angelica's mind...and she wanted something else inside of her as well.

"So...what do you say we get a cab back to my place?" Lois said. One finger circled Angelica's nipple. "We could have a glass of wine...you could eat my pussy some more...pump me until I scream for mercy...then I suck your cock...and we keep going until we can't anymore..."

The dickgirl grinned. For a moment, she looked like the devil herself.

"Well. We'll need to talk tomorrow. About the future and things. But yes. Let's do that."

So they dressed and left the bar beneath the club hand in hand...left behind their cares and worries...and Lois forgot for a few hours the women who had gone missing, Superman, and everything else. She felt sore and hot, her pussy squelched as she walked, her abs hurt, and the cool night air of Metropolis was bracing as Blaze hailed an unmarked black luxury car that turned out to be an airport limo...and when Lois gave the address to her apartment Angie leaned into her, one hand cupping the reporter's crotch, rubbing her pussy through the tight fabric.

By the time they arrived, Lois could barely walk. Her face flushed, her hair a wild mess, breathing hard. In the elevator, Blaze grabbed her lover by the hips and rubbed her bulge up and down her ass, and Lois realized Angie was as hot and bothered as she was.

They never did have that glass of wine.

As soon as they were through the door, the clothes came off. They didn't even make it to the bed. Lois was born down, her back against the linoleum of the kitchen, Blaze's hot fuckstick spearing the reporter's gooey gash, plunging in easily up to the hilt, filling Lois up so good...and the reporter's legs folded against her, her hands gripped that slender back her teeth bit into her lover's shoulder.

Passion had been long absent from Lois Lane's life.

There would be time later for revelations and recriminations, pregnancy tests and STD tests, long serious talks and tears of happiness and sadness. Neither of them knew how this would end...but as Blaze shuddered and emptied her seed into Lois again, the hot stinging blast that she could actually feel deep inside, like a hail of birdshot hitting her cervix, Lois realized that perhaps...just perhaps...she had always wanted to get laid on her night out. That maybe the sex was inevitable. That there was nothing to do except quit worrying about the future and just embrace the moment.

At least, as Blaze carried the limp and gasping reporter into her bedroom, spunking dripping out of her twat, those were the thoughts that ran through Lois Lane's mind. Then the dickgirl spread Lois' legs, a long pink tongue flicking out like a snake tasting the air...and Lois grinned.

The moment was sweeter than she could ever have imagined.