End: She Can Try

Mercy Graves screamed...and moaned...and pushed her ass back to meet Lois Lane's thrusts...wet squelching noises filled the room as Lois grunted and pounded, her body quivering as the hormonal rampage through her system reduced her to a humping and pumping machine.

Fortunately for her, Mercy liked it rough...and was prepared, mentally and physically, to be fucked hard tonight. To feel the hot wet trickle of spent jizz ooze down her thighs. Lex Luthor had prepared her for anything...almost anything...

Until Lois Lane's ardor turned into something else. When the thrusts became less frantic, the stabbing surges inside Mercy's sore pussy shallower, more hesitant, as if unwilling to hurt her. The hands that held Mercy's arms drew her close, one of Lois Lane's hands clinging to the bodyguard's chest, grasping her breast, the other moving south, across the toned and muscular stomach, to delicately rub the swollen clit...and then a hot mouth sucked on Mercy's neck and the bodyguard realized that what had begun as a frenzied fucking, a mindless mating dance had become something else.

They were making love.

Lex Luthor stirred. Blinked. A dark bruise had formed on the side of his neck, and there was another on his shiny dome. Yet what he saw when he opened those eyes, like pieces of green ice, was his bodyguard bouncing up and down on Lois Lane's cock, meeting the small humping thrusts, moaning like a bitch in heat as the reporter pinched the small pink nipples, her whole muscular body moving in small circular motions so that the reporter's big dick could hit every part of her cunt.

He frowned, confused, dismayed. This wasn't part of the experiment...and then Mercy found her voice.

"Fuck fuck...fuck me...keep fucking me...fuck me forever...fuck I love her cock...I need it...oh fuck it's so good...so good...I'm your cunt...your woman...your bitch...your breeder...I'm...yours..."

In his career as a mad scientist, Lex Luthor had learned much of radioactive crystals from space, alien genetics, how to build exoskeletons and duplicating rays...but psychology had never been his strong suit, and his frown deepened as he realized, finally what he had done. Introducing two lonely souls and priming the conditions for them to mate, to connect on a fundamental, primeval level....and as Lois Lane mastered, to some extent, the new feelings that came with her new equipment, she had encountered a woman who had been both primed to receive that equipment and totally unprepared, emotionally, for the experience.

He swore softly under his breath...and rising slowly to his feet, he wandered away, cock swinging, head pounding. Left Lois Lane and Mercy Graves as they collapsed onto their sides, the reporter still plunging her prick into the overflowing slit, trying desperately to inseminate Mercy again, and the bodyguard was lost in her own haze, craning her head back to share her first kiss with her new lover.

They didn't even hear the click of the door behind them. Already, Luthor's brain was working through the possibilities. He had anticipated Mercy falling pregnant, but now, obviously, it would be impossible to separate them, reverse the changes, amnesticize the reporter, and let Lois Lane go back to her old life, unaware of what had happened on her night out. No, it would be a crueler and more wasteful villain than Lex Luthor to break up a mated pair...not when there were still ways to turn this to his advantage.

Yet that is another story.