End: Who Knocked You Up?

The straitjacketed reporter paused, her cheek pressed against Clark Kent's crotch, struck by his words as by a physical blow.

"I..." Lois Lane began, and then trailed off. Her tongue felt nailed to the bottom of her mouth. The name burned in her brain, but try as she might, she couldn't give voice to it. Clark Kent's brow furrowed as he observed her distress.

"You can't talk about it?" He asked.

Desperately, Lois nodded. Then her teeth found his fly. Dragged it down.

"Lois!" He said sternly. "This isn't the time or place!"

"I can't...help it..." Lois mumbled before she pushed her face into his crotch. She wrapped her naked legs around his ankles as she fished for his cock with her mouth.

Clark Kent shook his head. He pushed his black frames back up his nose.

"Lois, I can get you out of here, but you need to control yourself," he said. "We'll...we'll say its mine. That you're my fiance. You were undercover at the club, someone slipped you some ****...that might get them to drop the charges and release you..."

Something warm and half-hard met Lois Lane's lips. She bit into the cock and dragged it out of Clark Kent's cock like a bear fishing in a mountain river. The stiffening prick rested on her face and Lois whined like a cat in heat.

"Please...Smallville...fuck me...I need it so bad..."

The frown on Clark Kent's face could have been carved in stone. In desperation, Lois pushed herself away and spread her legs. Arms still trapped in the straitjacket, she lifted her hips up to bare her pussy at him.

"Please...Clark...I can't...I can't think of anything else. She...ngggh..." Lois Lane's jaw clamped tight, suddenly unable to speak.

Clark dropped onto his knees over her, cock out and hard, but fixated on her face.

"'She'...it was a woman who did this to you?" He studied her as her face twisted into a frown.

Then her legs clamped on him. She tried to raise herself up, so that her pussy would catch on his cock.

"Lois!" Clark said. "Focus. Was she...human?"

The reporter shook her head.

"Alien?"

Another head shake.

"Demon," Clark said, and his frown deepened.

Lois nodded desperately.

"Blaze," he whispered. Lois nodded...and with desperation did a situp that threw herself onto him. Her mouth latched onto his tie, and the reporter desperately wiggled until she felt the tip of his hard prick at the entrance to her pussy...and then the straitjacketed reporter impaled herself.

The moan that emanated from Lois Lane was one not of satisfaction, but like the first **** sigh of a junkie as the needle slipped into a vein.

Clark raised his arms to hug Lois to him. Held her there as she desperately humped herself on his cock. Utterly unable to stop herself. To sate herself.

"It'll be alright, Lois," he promised to her. "I know some people who might be able to help. I'll take care of you, the baby...everything."

Lois Lane couldn't stop her body. She rammed herself up and down on that hard cock, driven by some need she couldn't name to stab it in deep, until she bottomed out and his zipper bit into her labia. Yet warm tears flowed down her cheeks at his words. It wasn't how they should first have made love. Not like this.

"Time's up," the nurse said.

"Just a moment," Clark said as he picked Lois up and off of his cock. Her pussy leaked onto the floor, and the reporter moaned at the sudden emptiness. In a blur of speed, Clark Kent had zipped up. He bent down and kissed Lois on the lips...as chaste and loving a kiss as Lois Lane had ever received.

"I'll be back. Soon," Clark Kent promised...but Lois Lane saw his broad back turn, and a keen of sexual frustration filled the reporter beyond all rational thought.

That was how her night out ended...and her pregnancy began.