End: She Doesn't Need To.

Powers or no powers, Clark Kent was going to fuck her. The realization sank in as easily as the man's prick—which Lois Lane's transformed pussy sucked in eagerly, greedily, wet and wanton and...

The look in his sky-blue eyes as he slammed balls deep inside her cunt made Lois feel all melty inside. For a moment she forgot that she was locked in a box, basically a whore on display, that she had been transformed by mutagenic cum. For just that moment, she felt like a bride on her honeymoon, welcoming her husband inside her for the first time. There was that thrill of connection, that sense of being just right. Nowhere near as big as the horsecock had been, but as he began to move, slowly, deliberately, it scraped against all the right places inside of her.

"I'm not going to stop," he said. She couldn't see his hands, and she imagined a white-knuckled grip on the box's handles, but he seemed as cool and calm and in control as an elephant petting a cat with its trunk. "I'm going to make you cum. Then I'm going to cum inside you. And then we're leaving."

A momentary protest flashed through the boxed reporter's brain...but it died on her lips. Clark Kent was humping the box with measured, powerful strokes. The box itself shook every time he bottomed out, the trapped reporter unable to move, the impact passing through her whole body.

"Clark..." she said, her superhuman pussy hugging and squeezing that steel hard shaft as it pistoned in and out of her. "I'm...I'm not on birth control!"

Which was only half the story, Lois knew. She could almost feel her ovaries now, eggs waiting to explode out on command, the chemistry in her uterus altering to the perfect conditions for impregnation. It wasn't just that Lois could get pregnant...a part of her wanted to get pregnant, and her body was responding with its new powers. Lois could already feel how impossibly wet and slick her cunny was, the juices dripping down over her asshole.

"It doesn't matter," he said, and for the first time a little grin played on his features. "I was going to keep making love to you until you got pregnant anyway."

"You...you had better..." Her brain was awash in emotions, hormones, sensations, unable to really express what she wanted to say.

Then he paused. Balls deep inside of her. She squirmed inside the box, utterly impaled on his dick. Wanting, needing, **** for more.

"Lois, will you marry me?"

He'd let his glasses fall to the tip of his nose. A snaky black s-curl fell across his forehead. In one moment, Lois Lane realized who she had actually been fucking...and her last emotional and mental defense collapsed.

"Of course I'll marry you, Smallvile," she said, tears in her eyes.

In the other boxes, the women who had been listening and overhearing this sniffed and cried. It was like a bad romance novel, and they loved it.

Clark Kent, Superman, the Last SOon of Krypton, the Man of Tomorrow, the Man of Steel, began to move again. Faster this time, and harder. Until Lois Lane's pussy was churned up into a white froth. Until the repeated impacts of his steel-hard abs against the box cases ominous cracks. Until Lois Lane's eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue hung out, panting and pressing her tits against the glass as her pussy was pounded lovingly into oblivion...and when she did finally slip over the edge...

The squeezing of her supercunt took him by surprise. He was drawn forward, and for that moment, despite all of his strength, Superman knew he could not pull out. It was like sticking his dick into a black hole. No merely human cock could have survived that...and he grunted in surprise as the terrible suction increased, and the sperm was literally dragged out of his cockhole, an endless liquid ribbon of white super-sperm drawn straight into the dark abyss that was Lois Lane's uterus...and she screamed then, her whole body taut and quivering as muscles clenched and an electric thrill shot up her spine, mind exploding in an abyss of pure cunt-clutching climax that seemed to eliminate every trace of conscious thought.

For that one moment, Lois Lane became nothing but Superman's perfect cocksleeve...and she couldn't have been happier.

The missing women came out of their boxes to clap and sniff and cheer as Clark Kent took the naked, blissed-out reporter out of his box and carried her out of the room. It was part midnight in Metropolis, but he would find a priest...a justice of the peace...and he would marry Lois Lane without delay. Not a drop of his super-semen dripped from her swollen cunny, muscles trapping every single bit of his precious seed deep inside of her where it belonged.

On the monitor, the demon Blaze watched the end of Lois Lane's night out with a frown. She had hoped to corrupt the reporter, and instead she had delivered the bitch straight to the Kryptonian's cock.

"Next time," the demon whispered. "I'll get you next time, Lois Lane!"