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Chapter 20 by Zeebop Zeebop

How Does Lois Like It?

End: She Hates What She Has Become

Lois Lane wiped her mouth. The hunger settled down. The regret remained, and the bitter, nasty film that coated her tongue and throat. She left the stall the way she had entered it. Stopped at the sink and gargled water from the faucet, not caring about the stares she got from the men around her.

Walked out of the bathroom.

The club.

The neighborhood.

Alone with the night, her thoughts.

No, she thought, one hand on her abdomen. Not alone.

So distracted that she hardly noticed when she entered Suicide Slum. Eyes on the sidewalk, utterly disgusted with herself. What she had done, what she had become...and wondering how she was going to survive this pregnancy, if she had to do that again. How often would she have to satisfy this craving? Every week? Every day? Would it grow as the child did? It made it ill to think about getting on her knees, sucking some stranger's cock in some filthy bathroom for the next forty weeks. How could she hide it? How could she live with herself?

Lois Lane didn't even hear him come up behind her. Not until a hand grabbed her shoulder. Instinct made her want to fight, but she hesitated, thinking about the baby—and then a knife pressed against her throat, a hard bulged pressed against her ass.

"Fight if you want, bitch," a voice said. "I don't mind **** your corpse."

He pulled her into a dark alley, and Lois didn't even dare scream. She looked up, voice whispering a name...and something fell from the sky, faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive.

There was a snap as the blade broke, a clatter as it hit the pavement. A wet thump as the would-be racist was gently pushed against a brick wall with just enough **** to break several bones, but not to kill.

Then she was crying, turning into that broad chest, sobbing into the S-shield as Superman wrapped his arms around her...and they floated into the sky, up, up and away...

She told him everything. The whole ugly night. What she had done, what she had become, the demon baby, the gloryhole, the terrible hunger, and...

They set down on a porch. A door slid open, and he carried her into an apartment she had only seen once. It was Clark Kent's. She remembered his highschool football trophies, the picture of his parent's farm in Smallville, the framed page of his first front-page article at The Daily Planet. He set her on Clark's bed and, with a very homey gesture, took off his cape and hung it up on a convenient hook. Lois stared at a pair of familiar plastic-framed glasses on the bedtable, and realized that the lenses were...just glass. No magnification at all.

"Oh," she said, putting two to two together. Superman smiled down at her.

"It's okay Lois. I think I have a solution to your little...problem. You want to keep the baby, don't you?"

Lois sniffed. "Yes," she admitted.

"Well, I don't think it's safe for you getting semen from strange men." He said. "But in this day and age, no one would think it at all strange if you performed oral sex on your husband whenever you wanted."

"You...Clark...Superman...are you...?"

She didn't see where the box came from. But he got down on one knee, a strangely earnest look on his face, big blue eyes wide as he opened it.

The rock inside was...unlike any diamond Lois Lane had ever seen. It felt like it glowed with its own inner light.

"I've wanted to ask you this for a long time...but the timing just never seemed right. Lois Lane...will you marry me?"

Warm tears flowed from the pregnant reporter's eyes. Here she was, knocked up with a demon baby, addicted to cum, the smell of another man's cock still on her breath, and this wonderful, perfect, utterly super man was...

She sniffed.

"Get on the bed and take off your pants," she said.

"Is that a yes?" He asked. She smiled and took the ring, slipping it onto the third finger of her left hand.

"Clark...yes. Of course I'll marry you. And I will drain your balls whenever you want." Her stomach gurgled. "Starting right now."

On the bed, Lois pulled down his red pants and freed the monster that she had always suspected he had been hiding. It was a bigger cock than any she had ever dealt with before...seven or eight inches, and girthy. She rubbed it hard with the palms of her hands, watching it swell and stiffen. Lois didn't know if she could deep throat a cock this big...but she wanted to find out.

Her mouth slid over the tip, tongue along the bottom of the glans, lips wrapped around her teeth—not that Lois worried about hurting Superman, but to save her teeth—and as he gave a deeply satisfied moan, she began to suck and bob her head.

From the deepest, darkest pit of despair, he had flown down and plucked her up. Lois Lane felt love swell in her heart like she had never known before. He had saved her. She was going to be his wife. What she felt went beyond gratitude.

Her drooled streaked down his cock as she sped up, her hands reaching down to massage his hairless, shaven balls, to stroke the soft sensitive skin of his taint. That was how her night ended...sucking the cum out of her new fiance. If the demon Blaze, her essence reincarnated in the embryo inside of Lois Lane's belly, could have been aware of the turn that the night had taken...but her mind slumbered in her unborn self. It took forty weeks from conception to birth. A lot could happen in that time. Lois Lane's night out was over...and her new adventures had just begun.

The End

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