End: She Stays

Lois Lane bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud and waking her lover as she shifted her ass. Already slick with Blaze's cum, her pussy slid easily on that dick, so nice and thick like the reporter liked it but so rarely had it. The demon's dreaming whispers had faded into snores, but the crimson cock was still hard...and the impregnated reporter desperately wanted to get off. Without waking Blaze, preferably.

It's stupid, Lois told herself as she shifted back and forth, her ass bumping into Blaze's crotch, the scarlet hands now limp and only gently cupping the reporter's breasts. She's evil, she's a demon, a supervillain, but...I think I can change her!

Intellectually, Lois knew that was a stupid statement to make. It had been the downfall of more than one woman, getting into a relationship with someone they knew was bad, thinking they could save them. Yet Lois wasn't thinking with her brain right now. She was thinking with her pussy. Her stuffed, overflowing, wet and hot pussy.

The reporter's hand slid down between her legs as her humping developed into an easy rhythm. The pads of her fingertips found the familiar little nub of her clit, excited and swollen from all the activity. Still biting her lips to keep from moaning aloud, Lois began to rub in small circles, trying to time it with the sway of her hips.

Obviously, the idea of being perpetually pregnant was ridiculous. Yet the reporter knew that she had always wanted a big family. Maybe she could indulge Blaze for a while...distract her...tame her...and then later, after four or five kids, they could ween off the breeding a bit. After all, Lois still had her career to think of...her body...

A flash of regret shot through her mind when she thought of Superman.

How many nights did I lie awake, touching myself, imagining it was him? She wondered, knowing she didn't have an answer beyond "too many." The reporter told herself that her biological clock was ticking, that she couldn't wait for the Man of Steel forever. Lost in thought she thrust back too hard and the cock pushed too deep, painfully deep, and the reporter cried out in pain as the cockhead stabbed into the back of her pussy....

...and Blaze reacted by clutching her tight, squeezing her whole body, thigh clamped down so strongly that Lois couldn't extract her hand from between her knees, and right at that moment the reporter convulsed, her lower body seemed to spasm, toes curled, breath burned in her lungs and silver stars burst before her eyes...

...and then Blaze relaxed, the soft snores resumed, and Lois did her best to breathe slowly and silently, her whole body still quivering and tense from the climax that had shaken her to the core.

It was the last time she thought of Superman on her night out.