End: Supergirl Saves Lois...What's Left of Her

Distantly, Lois Lane heard the explosion. No...heard was not the right word. Her ears were already gone, sloughed off her head into a milky white puddle of splooge. Lois felt the collapse of the wall in her bones, which felt soft and spongy. Registered the agitation of her demonic captor in sudden, violent movement, the fingers leaving her pussy for a moment...and then there was something like an electric spasm, the walls of the great fantastic cock squeezing her suddenly all at once, constricting her like a great snake....and the reporter felt organs pop inside of her like balloons.

Strangely, it wasn't painful. Too much of Lois Lane's nervous system had already become sperm.

Yet the reporter retained awareness that something was happening...a change in orientation. her feet were pointed downward...and something was squeezing, up by her head. The reporter was dimly aware that gravity and the motion of those soft strokes were driving her down...out of the gigantic, elastic dick. Briefly, she allowed herself to hope.

Without eyes, Lois Lane could not see as Supergirl held the headless corpse of the demon Blaze above the tub. Holding the corpse ungainly on her shoulders, the Maid of Might was squeezing the gigantic crimson prick as gently as she could with both hands, and the reporter's liquefying body oozed out of the distended urethra in a grim parody of ejaculation and birth. The blonde tossed the crimson corpse over her shoulder and stared in horror at the vaguely human figure that lay in the tub of ejaculate...and a part of the Kryptonian woman wondered if it might not have been **** if she had arrived a few minutes later, if only to spare Lois the agony.

Nineteen years old, the blonde Kryptonian was in the prime of her youth...a strong, slim body , draped in a costume reminiscent of her cousin's, only with a red skirt in place of the pants, her legs mostly bare...and the virgin vagina barely protected by a thin red barrier.

Lois Lane raised her head...the features were crumbling, and Supergirl was sure the reporter could have only moments left...yet there was still some magic in that strange and terrible transformation. Some enchantment which bound Lois Lane's spirit to her decaying form. One hundred and fifteen pounds of sperm struggled for a moment to retain a human shape...and then, in one tremendous effort, following some ancient instinct, they leaped at the Kryptonian.

The blonde young heroine was taken aback at this sudden and unexpected bukkake...but she maintained her feet. Hands scraped the white goo that had been Lois Lane from her eyes, her lips...and noticed oddly that none of it had gone into her mouth.

Then she felt why.

As a single liquid tied, the splooge crawled and slithered over the Kryptonian's body, and Supergirl gave a moan of disbelief as she felt it slip inside her red panties. Instinctively, superhuman muscles clamped her pussy tight...but not even a Kryptonian cunny was so tight that it could prohibit single sperm cells from slipping through. Kara brushed the goo away from her panties, but the tide was ceaseless; it was like trying to bail out the ocean. For a moment, Supergirl considered using her burning heat vision...or her freezing breath...

Yet her heart was not in it. This puddle of ejaculate was Lois Lane, or all that was left of her. Supergirl was sure of it...and worse, the constant movement inside her cunny was affecting her. The young woman felt her nipples stiffen behind the S-shield...her face flushed...pussy burning. Her efforts to swipe away the jizz turned into a frenzied rubbing against her inflamed labia...the heady smell seemed to fill her head.

Supergirl fell to her knees...and just for a moment...her pussy relaxed.

The sperm surged forward in a liquid wave, stretching the young woman's pussy, the hymen tearing in the sudden **** of the liquid wave. Supergirl groaned as the sperm flooded her hot tunnel...the pressure building on her cervix...and as the pressure built, the Kryptonian's flesh, stronger and more elastic than a human woman's, began to swell. The blonde grabbed her abdomen as it began to distend. Every last dribble of the semen that had been Lois Lane was forcing itself into Supergirl's body, and the result was a solid mass that her belt struggled to hold back, a hard, swollen bulge building between her crotch and navel...and inside of her, the young Kryptonian could imagine her quivering cervix under such **** that a few stray sperm would eke their way through her passage...to the dark vastness of her womb, where an egg awaited them.

"Aaagh," Supergirl said, leaning over, grasping her swollen middle with a mixture of pleasure and pain, one hand desperately rubbing at her cunny. Her whole body seemed on fire, and her stomach felt as though she was pregnant already.

Which is how Superman found her...in the ruin of Lois Lane's apartment, with a decapitated demon and a tub full of semen, his cousin furiously masturbating, her shirt riding up to show the gravid bulge of her belly.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" He whispered. "Kara...what happened? Where's Lois?"

The blonde looked up, blue eyes bright and feverish. Her right hand could not stop, her body shuddering in uncontrollable climax after climax...each one admitting a little more sperm into the warm depths of her womb.

"Oh Kal...I don't...I don't know where to start..."

The spirit of Lois Lane hovered in that space where all spirits go, between their incarnations. Dimly, she was aware of a sense of hope and anticipation. One life was over, and another...another was about to begin. Her mind replayed all the events of her life, up to this strange night out...and shed those memories, and put them behind her one of the billions of seeds that was Lois Lane joined with a Kryptonian egg. Lois had never believed that life began at conception...and perhaps it didn't, most of the time. Yet as the genetic codes mingled, and the cell divided, she was aware of a void...a space for her spirit that drew her towards it.

Joining.

Becoming one.

Her last thought, before the darkness of pre-birth, was looking forward to who she would be in her next life.