End: What If You Orgasmed On My Dick While Superman Watched?

No sooner were the words out of Blaze's mouth, then an unnatural surge ripped through the reporter's body.

It started at her cunny, every muscle suddenly squeezing at once around the demonic dick that impaled her. Then it rippled outward....Lois could feel her thighs and buttocks clamp, her abs tightened. As it traveled up her spin her back arched, and her chest grew tight, so that Lois was unable even to breathe. As her toes curled and hands clenched, she cast her violet eyes out to the man she loved, floating in space...

...and then she exploded.

Her pussy gushed in a single burst of female ejaculate, which puffed into steam as they hit the invisible rays of heat that burned from Superman's eyes. Lois screamed, and the back of her head hit Blaze's horns as uncontrollable pleasure wrapped her form.

Like most women, Lois Lane could climax by herself, given ten or twenty minutes of alone time. She seldom came with a lover, and had nver been multi-orgasmic...but the demon's magic tore threw everything that Lois thought she knew about orgasms. Her body trembled atop that dick, shaking uncontrollably, muscles threatening to rip themselves from her bones. Her mind went blank as wave after wave of pleasure chemicals flooded her brian, were stripped out, and then flooded again...and the climax, which usually lasts for mere seconds stretched out into minute...after minute....until Lois reeled on the cock, feeling oddly drunk, unable to think coherently.

Yet the demonic dickgirl was in an even worse state. Because the nearly-invisible rays of Superman's heat and X-ray vision had penetrated the invisible barrier, which even his superhuman strength had been unable to do. Invisible rays that cooked and killed the sperm that Blaze had planned to flood the reporter's womb, which had microscopically bored through the demon's flesh and singed closed channels that would let Blaze cum. So that by the time Lois sagged drunkenly atop that cock, utterly exhausted, Blaze was no more able to impregnate her—utterly and totally impotent.

Which didn't man she didn't try.

The reporter flopped atop the numb dick as Blaze grabbed her by the waist with both hands and punched her cock violently as deep into the reporter as she could go. By sheer **** of will, Blaze growled and erupted...sending a load of seminal fluid and dead sperm up against the reporter's spasming cervix...mocking Superman as she came inside of his love.

Blaze was still laughing when Superman tapped the barrier once again....not to try and bust it open, but with one finger, as if pointing. The demon's brow furrowed as she held the slack-jawed reporter, who hung loose and lost in the brainblasting aftermath of her multiple orgasms...and then the demon understood what Superman meant.

Behind you.

The demon had been too preoccupied in finally cumming in Lois to notice that Superman had contacted the Sentinels of Magic. Magical heroes who needed little time to find Blaze, once they knew to look for her. With a growl, Blaze let Lois fall to the ground, her numb cock sliding out of the cunt with a wet schlorrp as the demon turned to fight her foes.

Superman had worse times in life than watching the beat-down that the Sentinels gave to the demon. Lois, when she was conscious again, crawled toward him...her inflated tits dragging on the floor...to touch the invisible wall that separated them. She mouthed the words he had so longed to hear...

...and when, at last, Blaze was defeated and carried away in enchanted chains, Superman flew her home. The naked reporter in his arms, impotent demonic cum still leaking out of her.

"She really wanted to impregnate me," Lois said, tired and yawning as dawn broke over Metropolis, officially ending her night out.

"I can't say I blame her," Superman said, as they landed on the balcony of her apartment. "She might try again. But I have a solution to that."

"Oh?" the exhausted reporter said.

"She can't get you pregnant if you're already pregnant," he said as he carried her to the bed. "So I guess I'd better knock you up...for your own safety."

Lois Lane smiled at the corny joke...but as he laid her down on the bed, and sprad her legs, she realized, far, far too late, that Superman was being dead serious.