End: Not Entirely

There was nowhere for the symbiote to run. The burning heat was intolerable, and though it shifted around Lois Lane's body, Superman was quick and strong, easily manhandling the reporter. The naked woman was roasted as she rotated about his cock, which never let up in its savage pounding. Her pale skin crisped to a deep golden brown...the reddish goo singed, blackened, and smoked...until at last it could take no more of this ****.

The symbiote burst from Lois Lois through every orifice—a crimson tidal wave from nostrils and eyes and mouth, it surged around the Man of Steel's pistoning prick, poured from her ass... Too late, the semi-liquid goo attempted to take flight...but Superman had narrowed his eyes. The bright burning light condensed into incandescent beams of heat. The apartment filled with the smell of burning alien goo as the critter shriveled, shrank, smoked...and at last lay still, as no more than a charred grey stain on the carpet.

Superman scanned the room with his X-ray and microscopic vision, intent on eliminating every molecule of the alien symbiote...and so focused was his attention that it was almost a full moment before her looked down and saw the tanned reporter who had pressed herself against him, hugged fiercely about his muscular chest. Her hips shook as she desperately humped his hard cock...and when she looked up at him, violet eyes filled with tears, she croaked out the words that had been in her heart...

Lament was gone, but Lois Lane still wanted Superman's baby.

He rocked back, buttocks on his heels. Let her be on top. Her buttocks rose and fell with **** need, her pussy schlicked and schlucked as her wet cunny squeezed his cock...and he held her tenderly, as she cried and mewled and fucked herself toward climax. Superman bided his time as the pressure built up within him, as the woman he knew and loved humped his cock like a submissive and breedable pet...and when her body shook and spasmed, when she cried out in pleasure and need, when he could see the synapses in her brain erupt like fireworks, and her cervix spasmed **** for his seed...then he came in her.

The Man of Steel crushed her buttocks with his big hands and held her down as he deposited his Kryptonian genetic material. It erupted like a geyser, all the pent-up splooge of the long night...and mere human pussies were not designed to contain such semen. Lois shrieked and clung to him, her cunny stung with the **** of his discharge, and she mewled as the super baby-batter **** its way deep inside of her...seeking out her eggs...and found one of them.

They held each other in their arms. Their lips met. A bond was set between the two...and perhaps it would have happened anyway, in another time, in other circumstances. Yet now they had found one another...and unseen, unheard, even by Superman's super-hearing, the seed of itself that the symbiote had left behind slipped from its hiding place in Lois Lane's womb...and bonded to the new half-Kryptonian embryo that even now grew and multiplied.

The demon Blaze, who had set the creature in Lois Lane's path to distract the reporter from her plot, had no idea what the consequences would be...but within the Daily Planet's greatest reporter now grew the spawn of Lament...but how the new parents-to-be discovered that, and what happened after, is a different story.