End: To Get Lois Lane Laid

Lois Lane couldn't scream. Couldn't protest. Trapped in her own body, she could feel the sway of her slim hips, the unfamiliar smile on her face. See out through her violet eyes, the gaze drawn unexpectedly to crotch bulges and left hands, to search for wedding rings. Yet Lois had no control at all, because her mother was in control...and on the prowl.

With every erg of her willpower, Lois tried to resist. Mentally, she begged her mother to stop, pleaded with her to let Lois handle this on her own. Desperation crept on Lois as her mother piloted her body through the crowd, and with unfamiliar skill reached out to grope the men around her. To meet their eyes, to judge some intangible qualities—health, virility, whether they would be a good provider, whether they had good hair—and Lois Lane's psychic distress rose as she felt the sexual warmth blossom in her body as her hands squeezed crotches, then moved on.

Until her hand reached something that made Ella Lane pause.

The reporter's body had spun too fast, and she had slammed breasts-first into a wide, muscular chest encased in a wrinkled suitcoat. Immediately, Ella moved her daughter's hand to grab his crotch bulge...and her eyes widened as she felt something longer and thicker soft than most men were hard. She raised her head to look at this catch in his eyes...

...and a pair of familiar blue orbs stared back at Lois, from behind black plastic frames.

"Lois?" Clark Kent said. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

The farmboy from Kansas stepped back...and Ella Lane guided her daughter's body forward. That unfamiliar smile split the reporter's lips. Her hand didn't leave his crotch. To Lois Lane's horror, she felt the cock begin to stir.

What's his name? Ella's voice broke into the reporter's thoughtstream. He's scrumptious.

Clark Kent, Lois Lane thought back, after a moment of hesitation. But call him Smallville.

Anger and denial had given way to acceptance. Lois knew that her mother was going to sleep with someone tonight. At least Clark was...safe. Dependable. A friend.

"Smallville," Ella Lane said, with her daughter's voice. "Good to see you."

He blinked, his brow furrowed. "Have you been drinking?"

"A little," the reporter admitted. "What about you?"

He doesn't drink, Lois thought.

"I don't drink," Clark confirms. "You know that. Your hand..."

Her left hand rubbed up and down his crotch. Her right hand smoothed the lapel of his suit jacket.

"If you're not here to drink, Clarkie," she said. "Then why are you here? Looking for some company for the night?"

Clark Kent's lips pulled into a frown. "I...heard you were working on that missing women case. I came to tell you that we just found them. A local prostitution ring, they've been recruiting at this club. Superman broke it up, captured all the criminals...Lois, your hand..."

Ella Lane squeezed. She stared into his eyes as she did that. "Do you want me to move my hand, Smallville?"

One great hand settled about her wrist. Lois had never felt how meaty and massive Clark's hands were. So warm.

"Lois, I think you've had enough," he said gently. "Let me take you home."

Ella Lane's lips grew wider. "That's a wonderful idea, Clar—Smallville. Take me home."

In the cab, he let her hand rest on his thigh. Lois Lane admired Clark Kent's composure. Her mother was playing the utter coquette, almost a slut, did everything except strip off her clothes as she teased him mercilessly. The big man sat still as a statue, obviously unhappy at her behavior. Inside, Lois Lane was mortified at her mother's behavior, wondered how she was going to explain this to Clark later...

If there was a later. If Ella Lane didn't seduce him tonight, would she leave her daughter alone? Or would Lois be out on the street, hooking, taking any strange cock that came along just to give her mother a grandbaby? A mental shiver went through Lois at the thought.

Up in her apartment, Ella went on the offensive. At the doorway she grabbed his tie, went up on her toes, and planted a kiss against his lips...and for the first time in the evening, Lois felt Clark's steely composure begin to crumble. The lips relaxed a little. Just a touch of tongue as he tasted her. One big hand closed on the reporter's ass.

Then he regained control of himself. Broke away.

"Lois, what is going on?" he asked, quietly.

My mother wants me to get pregnant, Lois thought.

"My mother wants me to get pregnant," the words came out, in the reporter's own voice. "I...I agreed to do it. But it was weird in the club. I couldn't bring myself to some one-night stand. I don't want to get knocked up by a stranger. I saw you, and I thought...thought you could be my hero, tonight. That you'd swooped in to save me."

Clark Kent swallowed heavily.

Ella Lane licked her lips and placed her head against his chest.

"I know it's sudden Clark but I'm...I'm ovulating. Tonight. It has to be tonight. I thought..." She sighed. "It'll be good, I promise. I'll do whatever you want. You don't have to take responsibility or anything like that. I just...I thought it would be better with..."

Someone I can trust, Lois offered. Not just some dick. A true friend.

"...someone I can trust. Not just some dick. A true friend."

Clark Kent digested these words...and then he slowly crushed her to him. With one hand, he could pick Lois up and stepped forward, across the threshold. With his free hand he closed the door. Lois felt a shiver run through her body as she heard his heart pound...and felt something poke at her thigh.

"I am your friend, Lois," he said softly. "I'll always be your friend. And I won't lie, I've always wanted us to be more. But I have to tell you...if you really want to do this..."

He pulled her up. Lois Lane's legs immediately wrapped around his back. When their faces were level, he continued. "...if I get you pregnant tonight, I will absolutely take responsibility. For the baby. For you. Everything. I love you, Lois. I've always loved you."

Now it was Lois Lane's turn to swallow hard. Clark Kent's confession had struck a chord inside of her that Lois didn't know exist. She felt stupid tears roll down her cheeks. Her panties felt like a swamp. Lois shivered with emotion, and something slipped out or off or away from her then, and when Lois spoke it was with her own voice, Ella Lane's influence completely gone.

"Do you mean it Smallville?" she said. "You love me? You'll make love to me?"

"Always," he promised...and then he carried her into the darkened bedroom, so softly it was as though his feet didn't even touch the floor.

She was naked by the time they hit the bed. It was all a blur as the clothes came off. Some switch had been thrown in both of them, Lois and Clark hungry for own another. They were such a study in contrasts—Lois so small and petite, trim and fit, but Clark with those broad shoulders and muscles, not showy body-builder muscles but the defined musculature of someone who worked hard, like a farmer or lumberjack. She had no idea how he maintained such a physique in Metropolis, as a reporter, but as her nails ran through the triangle of dark hair on his chest, Lois realized she didn't care. Lois Lane's body shivered with a sexual need unlike anything she had ever experienced.

His cock loomed over her. Lois Lane had interviewed a professional pornstar once, on set, while he was in the mood. He had to stroke himself while they talked, to keep himself hard because they were going to film again, and she had been impressed by his above-average cock. Yet Clark Kent made him look like a cruelty had played the cruelest of jokes. Erect, the base of Superman's prick was nearly as thick as her wrist...and it had to the largest cock she had ever seen. Lois knew that bodybuilders, so overdeveloped, often looked ridiculous when naked, but Clark's cock looked...proportional.

"You're so beautiful," he said, as his hands gently traced her curve in the moonlight from the balcony window, and Lois realized he hesitated. "I know I'm big, if you..."

Lois sat up and grabbed his cock with both hands. Her legs went wide, feet in the air, as she guided him to her wet slit.

"Smallville," Lois huffed in a voice that sent shivers down his spine. "I want to feel every inch of you inside of me."

He was gentle. She was impatient. Which is how she ended up underneath him, tears streamed down her face, a-quiver like a virgin on prom night as the cock threatened to split her in two. Yet she clung on to him and refused to let him pull out. Hugged him close as she worked her pussy back and forth, a little deeper every time. As they kissed each other's bodies. As his testes swelled and clenched.

What must it feel like, to finally get what you've wanted for so long? To feel the love of your life wrapped around your prick? Lois Lane's voice was lost in a monologue of lewd whispers. Utterly consumed now, not with her mother's designs, but in the sensation of Clark as he filled her. As she realized where her own heart lay. What her body and soul wanted, demanded.

"Clark...cum in me. Fill me up. I want your baby. I want all your babies. I..."

Their mouths met as the dam burst within him. She felt it then, what Lois Lane had never felt before—an eruption inside of her. The cock throbbed, swelled until she thought she would scream, her pussy was so tight—and then a hot stream struck her cervix, and her body vibrated as though a hammer had slammed into a gong. Light-headed, the darkness seemed to swirl around her as for the first time she felt what it was like to get a true creampie. Her cervix quivered and gulped at the virile seed that flooded the back of her womb.

Lois Lane barely heard her mother's quiet goodbye. Her daughter's pussy was in good hands.

The demon Blaze grunted unhappily as she saw in the pool as the two lovers lay locked together. It was not the ending she had hoped for when Lois Lane had walked into her club for a night out...but the scarlet succubus' occult senses knew there were other factors at work here. There was an element of fate and predestination to Lois and Clark's coupling. In this timeline, Blaze had failed to break that thread of fate. In other worlds...

The demon smiled. Well, there was always Lois Lane's next night out.