End: Wait, Before We Do This, I have To Tell You...

"...I love you. I've always loved you. From the first."

Mercy Graves sniffled. She brought a handkerchief up to her eye as the words came through from the hidden microphones. Behind her, Lex Luthor scowled.

"What am I watching?" he said.

"They're about to make love!" Mercy said, as Lois and Superman shared their first kiss, utterly unaware of the cameras hidden throughout the room that captured their every movement. "It's so romantic!"

"Hmm," Luthor said. "That might not be a bad idea. At least, while they are preoccupied, we can remove ourselves and our operation. The Man of Steel may be powerful, but he cannot be in two places at once. At least while he's having his way with that...trollop...we can evacuate."

Mercy nodded. She sniffled. Pressed her thighs together as Lois Lane reached down with her fingers to spread her pussy wide for that thick super-prick...

Slow and gentle. Incredibly gentle. Superman held her as if she was made of wet cardboard. Afraid of his own strength. Lois had to teach him, as she sank down on his fat cock, just a little at a time, how to hold her. How to pleasure her. To crush her buttocks with his hands. Suck on her nipples. Move with her as she began to rise and descend, slowly, steadily. Building a rhythm for them both.

When she reached down behind her, to grip his balls. The hairy sack pulsed in her hand. She squeezed hard, knowing that she couldn't hurt him. The two of them felt that shared heat together now. That shared urgency. Hot and sweaty. Alone in that harem-chamber. Lois felt like Schezerade, in her nuptial bed. What story would she have to tell him to stay alive.

It was his first time. She could feel the tension in his balls, in his body. She ground against his lap, legs on either side of him in the bed, his cock so hard...ready to explode...

"Do it," she told him. "Inside. I want to feel it."

What he said next wasn't in English. His arms crushed her. For a moment, Lois was entirely powerless. Arms that could tear apart a battleship held her in a grip of steel. Then she felt it.

Normally, Lois didn't feel when men came in her. A little extra wetness, afterward, as it dribbled out of her. The actual moment, never. Except now...now it was like something stung her deep inside. Buckshot against the back of her pussy. Against her cervix. Sharp stings, painful, but also so incredibly erotic because she knew what it meant.

As his grip loosened, Lois pushed him back. Her pussy squeezed tight around his prick, hoping to get off before he got soft....and bless his Kryptonian heart, he seemed to understand. One big hand came to rest on her abdomen, the thumb on her clit...and that thumb began to vibrate, faster and faster. Until it buzzed like her Hitachi wand at home. Lois huffed as the anticipation built inside of her. She could feel it build and build. The snesations in her pussy and clit were better than anything she had felt before. The way his cock stretched her walls. The way the vibrations seemed to go straight from her clit to her brain. Until she threw back her head and howled...

...to collapse onto his chest, his cock still plugged into her hole.

"What was it you said?" Lois Lane murmured.

"I...I asked you to marry me," Superman said, as his hand explored her lower back. Then the most powerful man in the world licked his lips nervously and asked: "Can we...do it again? I'm still..."

"All night and every night," Lois Lane murmured...and hoped her pussy could keep up with her promise.