End: Superman!

With a cackling laugh, Lois Lane's body was enveloped by cold flames and a cloud of sulfurous smoke. Trapped inside herself, a passenger within her own body, the reporter could feel strange, unfamiliar things moving through her like invisible currents...and when the smoke cleared she saw a familiar muscled chest emblazoned with an S-shield. Blue eyes widened in shock, mouth agape, pants around his ankles.

The Man of Steel was rising from the toilet of Kryptonian crystal.

"Lois?" He blinked. "Great Krypton, you're naked!"

"Hello, lover." Blaze whispered with the reporter's voice. Her hands laid gently on those broad shoulders. She shoved him down with unnatural strength.

"Don't get up," she slid into his lap. "I like you just where you are."

The eyes narrowed. His voice changed, all steel now. "You're not Lois!"

Her hands grasped his head, her naked body pressed against his own, her lips sought his own.

"Oh, but I am."

And like that, Blaze stole their first kiss.

Lois could feel his lips against her own. Tongues meeting...but not innocently, teasing and exploring as she would have wanted. Blaze drove the reporter's tongue deep into Superman's mouth. The human woman could feel Superman struggle...but not too much.

He doesn't want to hurt me. Lois told herself, and hoped it was true.

Then she felt something press against her pussy. Something hard and stiff...

Lois felt Blaze's elation as she rubbed the reporter's pussy over the head of the rising rock-hard prick. The Man of Steel was living up to his name...and felt even bigger than Blaze had when her cock had slipped between the reporter's thighs.

The demon broke the kiss, chuckling gently as she lifted her hips, reaching down to line Superman's cock up with Lois Lane's cunt.

"No," he said, grabbing Lois by the waist. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but this isn't right, and that's going too far."

Backed with Blaze's strength, the palm of the reporter's left hand slammed into the Kryptonian's chin...and her hot pussy slipped down to engulf her cock.

"Interesting choice of words," Blaze chuckled. "Because what's gotten into your precious Lois right now, Kryptonian, is you!"

Superman's hands tightened, and for just a moment Lois found her own voice, squealing in pain. The hero froze, his hands relaxed...and Blaze's control returned.

"Ah ah ah. Anything you try to do to me will only hurt your beloved Lois!" The reporter felt her face twisted into an unfamiliar sneer. "So what you're going to do is sit there as I have my way with with you. And if you're a good tool, maybe I'll let you have her back."

Rage and sorrow and other things warred within Superman right then. Lois could see his jaw set in that hard line he reserved for his most dastardly opponents, the ones where his restraint was tested to its limits...but his hands left her waist, dropping to his sides where they clenched into hard fists.

Lois could feel Blaze's delight at this surrender.

"Damn you," is all he said.

"Been there," the demon began moving her hips, taking the supercock deeper inside Lois Lane's body. "Done that."

Lois couldn't see Superman's dick. But she could feel it. Some of her better lovers had been a bit gifted in the genital department, but Lois had never considered herself a size queen. A little extra girth to spread her wide was a thrill, a little extra length was sometimes pleasant as long as it didn't hit anything sensitive inside her.

Superman's cock though...it left her breathless. She knew even Blaze could feel it, as she sank down, the demon pushing the reporter's body past her own comfort limits. When buried as deep as it could go, Lois was on the verge of pain, afraid the thick shaft would tear her vagina, that the tip would slam into her cervix, though it never quite did so. It was exquisite and frightful at the same time, her body moving against the dick that seemed to threaten at any moment to split her in two, and yet always failed to do so.

Blaze slid the reporter's pussy up and down the shaft until Lois' thighs burned, pussy clenching the cock, trying to milk it. She wrapped her hands around the hero's neck, breasts bouncing in his face, smiling like the devil she was when Superman didn't look away. Deep down, Lois had always wondered what he thought of her small, palmable breasts, and the little shiver as his cock grew the tiniest fraction harder should have melted her heart...but Blaze ruined the moment.

"I think you protest too much," the demon panted, wantonly flexing the reporter's body, shaking her dark hair, gyrating like a whore on the Kryptonian's cock. "Haven't you always wanted to ravish your little damsel in distress? Haven't you dreamed at night that she would bend over and give herself to you, worship your cock with her body? Ha! I'll bet you're one of those romantic fools that thought of marriage and knocking her up with your spawn..."

She grinned and leaned in close, placing Lois' forehead against Superman's own, grinding her hips against him. The reporter could feel her climax rising, and knew Blaze could feel it too...but she was after something else, poison words dripping from her lips.

"Do it. You know you want to. I can hear her thoughts, deep inside, begging you to paint her slutty womb white. The little whore actually wants to bear your brats. She's even ovulating. All you need to do...is cum."

Not a muscle in Superman's face twitched. His blue eyes were cold as ice. If he wasn't breathing, Lois would have thought him made of stone.

"Hmm, playing hard to get. What if I let the little bitch out to play, just for a moment? Maybe that would convince you..."

For a moment, Lois Lane had a surge of hope. If Blaze lets me talk to him...even for a moment...

The humping stopped. A shiver ran through the reporter's body. And when Lois Lane's voice came again it was different, more natural, her own voice and mannerisms...but it still wasn't Lois speaking. The reporter's heart sank as she knew the demon was attempting another deceit.

"Superman..." she breathed. "I...I think if you cum, she'll leave. Please. It's okay." Wet tears fell down the reporter's cheeks, her voice sank down to a whisper. "I want it. I lov—"

Blaze let her leer come back, waggling her tongue at the Man of Steel. "You see? Little bitch is gagging for it. Why don't you give both of you what you really want?"

The Last Son of Krypton seemed lost in some internal struggle. "If I do...will you leave her?"

A fingernail sketched a line across the reporter's sweat-slick breast. "Cross my heart."

Superman closed his eyes. Something exploded inside of Lois.

A physical shock went through her body, as though she had suddenly sat down on a fire hydrant that had burst. The **** and volume of the ejaculation nearly launched her off of his lap. Blaze dug the reporter's hands into the man's shoulders, holding on for dear life as the torrent of sperm pummels her pussy, flowing in and out, draining down into the toilet below.

It seemed endless...like masturbating with a garden hose or shower attachment, but a thousand times more pressure. A scream ripped from Lois Lane's lungs, and she wanted her pussy to just go numb, but instead the torrential barrage of super-sperm had the opposite effect, triggering the reporter's own much-delayed climax. The reporter's body shook and spasmed, eyes rolling up in her head as her thighs clenched, scream shifting into high-pitched squeals of pure exclamation, and then there was no breath left to scream and Lois felt light-headed, her lungs frozen, pussy clamped painfully tight around the endless liquid **** of the intruder...

An eternity later, it must have ended.

There was a mocking laughter that shook the crystal walls of the Fortress of Solitude as something invisible slipped out of Lois. All strength left her as she sagged against Superman, muscles reduced to jelly, belly aching, stupid warm tears trailing down her cheeks and soaking into his costume. Lois Lane had never come that hard in her life.

"Lois?" Superman said softly.

"It's me. I'm here. She's gone." Lois mumbled softly, burying her face in his neck. She didn't think she could walk. Like a used condom, the seed still dripping out of her.

Slowly, his arms wrapped around her in a gentle hug.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I never wanted our first time to be...like that."

"It's okay." She sniffed. "We can be more romantic about it next time."

Somewhere, the sun rose on Metropolis. Four missing women would be found in the basement of a club, victims of an orgiastic cult. Lois Lane would call in sick, and took some personal time off. For a week, the world saw nothing of Superman. And somewhere in hell, Blaze laughed...