End: The Shadow of Shub-Niggurath

Something moved against the starry sky. Vast darkness in between the points of light. Vast cosmic abysses like the eyes of a goat opened...and Lois Lane felt things shift and respond within her according to the silent, bleating call of the Lady that echoed down from the void.

Superman was oblivious to all else as her hand freed his prick. He kissed her face, eager now as a young man, **** and clumsy...Lois had to guide him as she slid herself down onto his length, her new anatomy unspooling inside of her, slender black tentacles sliding forward to stroke that invincible cock, black, corrupted ovaries disgorging the first of a thousand eggs to be inseminated...

The reporter ran her tongue over the inside of his lips as her cunny closed about him. The Lady had told her to go forth...to be fruitful...to multiply...and she had found the strongest, most virile mate on this mudball of a world.

He hung there as she moved against him, holding them both aloft as they explored each other's body. She wrapped her legs around him and moved in a snakelike undulation, pressing her belly against his, presenting her breasts for him to taste, kiss, suck. Her hands tousled his hair as she imagined what it would be like when they swelled with Shub-Niggurath's black milk, what raging stallion it would make of her sweet alien, last son of Krypton, refugee from another planet...

Superman lost himself in their lovemaking...no, they're mating. Her tentacles grasped and squeezed with inhuman strength, but he didn't know how strange and terrible it was to feel her coil against him, for the wet mouth of her cervix to distend and dilate open, revealing rows of tiny teeth that kissed against the tip of the Kryptonian cock, sucking all the precum into the dark, unholy depths of her womb.

Why should he know any different? She was his first.

"Please," she begged, her skin hot despite the freezing air. She impaled herself on him, grinding her cunt against him. "Let's cum together. I'm so close..."

"Inside?" he said, his hands cradling her buttocks, the cape fluttering about them. "I mean...you could get..."

She stared into his eyes. Those big blue trusting eyes.

"Impregnate me," she whispered. "I want your baby. I want all your babies."

It would have taken more than a Superman to resist such temptation.

Her frantic rubbing grew in intensity. She could feel the anticipation rising. His hands grasping onto her...they began to fall through the sky, gently, as his attention began to slip...and then it happened. Something burst, deep inside of her. A fountain of fire erupted in her belly. The tremors in his arms were like the aftershocks of a mighty earthquake. Lois screamed and mewled like a cat in heat, writhing and gasping in ecstasy as white lightning bolts ran up from her contracting cunt. Her nails scraped against his uniform, and they clung to each other as they tumbled, two lost souls thrown together in a storm...

...and they halted, suddenly, as he gasped. Still hard within her, plugging her up tight in some masculine instinct. Unknown to him, her altered womb was already sucking up and storing his semen, selecting only the best, the most perfect seed to fertilize her eggs.

Up above, Shub-Niggurath's shadow faded. The stars became simply stars. Her blessing was upon her favored servitor. Lois nuzzled Superman's cheek, hugging herself close to his warm body.

"Thank you," she whispered, heartfelt.

Deep inside her womb, the doom of the world was spawning...but the night was gone, and they were together again, Superman not yet knowing what had happened to the woman he loved...or what kind of children would be born from their terrible union.