End: Superman Needs To Let Lois Lane Suck His Cock

"Clark...I know you respect women. That you love Lois Lane. That you would do anything for her," Batman's voice was a hoarse whisper.

Behind him, Raven, Zatanna, and Doctor Face continued to chant, the demonic jizz evaporating as they exorcised it, yet the Daily Planet's greatest reporter kept rubbing her body against the giant testicle that had been the demon Blaze.

"But what she needs right now is a man to take charge. She's an addict, and addicts can respond positively to physical stimulus," Batman stared the Man of Steel in his eyes. "So what you need to do is man up, find your inner caveman, drag her off of that thing by her hair and shove your cock down her throat and keep fucking her face until the mystics can eliminate the demonic corruption."

Superman blanched. Batman could see by his face that he'd rather fight Darkseid than harm a hair on Lois Lane's head.

"Dammit, Clark! She doesn't need a beta simp farmboy from Kansas that's going to respect her. Lois needs an alpha Male of Steel that's going to impregnate her throat. Now are you going to do it, or do I have to unbuckle my utility belt?" Batman growled.

Something like shock passed over Superman's face...and then the blue eyes hardened to something like glacial ice. He nodded.

"Good. You can do this," Batman said, and laid a friendly hand on Superman's shoulder. "I believe in you."

Lois Lane was still sucking Satanic sperm when Superman's hand buried itself in her black hair, grabbed a hold of her skull, and bodily pulled her from the quivering demonic mass. The mystics shifted, Raven worked on exorcising Lois as Zatanna and Doctor Fate focused on Blaze. Batman stepped into the entranceway to the kitchen, the Caped Crusader's face a grim mask as Superman **** the reporter onto her knees and peeled off his red shorts.

Zatanna stuttered in her rhythm as she caught sight of the super-schlong from the corner of her eye. Raven's face remained imperturbable, but Batman saw the creep of wetness in the crotch of her unitard. Lois Lane could only give a gurgle of primal need.

"By Hera!" Wonder Woman swore behind him, as the cock burst free. "Where does he hide that thing?"

It wasn't out in the air for long. Only a moment, and then it was buried down Lois Lane's throat, the last testes of Krypton pressed against her chin. To any other viewer, the Man of Steel's facefucking would have seemed brutal. Lois Lane clung onto his thighs for dear life, her violet eyes wide, naked body barely able to keep up with the thrusts that threatened to burst her throat...but Batman knew that despite the appearance of ferocity, Superman was never more infinitely careful to avoid injuring her.

In time, the Green Lanterns captured the inchoate mass that was Blaze and flew it to Doctor Fate's tower. Zatanna and Raven, their voices hoarse, turned their attentions to purifying the reporter...who was on her knees, utterly enraptured by Superman's cock, eyes glazed over with lust, her whole body blushing, nipples erect, hands between her legs.

"Gods," Wonder Woman whispered to Batman. "How long can they go on?"

"Certain tantric sects use sex as a form of meditation or worship," Batman rumbled softly. "They focus on not climaxing, dragging out the act far past the point, until they approach pain...and then find themselves in an ecstatic state, a kind of ecstasy that approaches a spiritual experience. Some of them can go for hours..."

He raised his hand to show the ring with the tiny speck of red crystal in the middle.

"Red kryptonite. This variety afflicts male Kryptonians with tumescence. A bit like viagra. His erection will last up to 48 hours."

Wonder Woman made a **** sound.

"What about Lois Lane?" she said.

The black jizz of Blaze oozed from the reporter's pores, it dripped from her nose and mouth, squirmed from her pussy and ass. Under the ministrations of the Justice League's mystics, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was slowly being purged of all the corruption she had ingested on her night out.

Her body shuddered again, lips spasmed around the base of Superman's cock, her adoring eyes stared up at him as his hips continued their relentless pounding. Already, Lois Lane was memorizing every inch of this cock. Associating it with pleasure. her throat shaped to take it. Her body yearned for it, the demonic coupling being slowly overridden by a new addiction...a new need...one that from today on she knew she could not live without.

"Honestly," Batman said. "I've been waiting on them to get together."