Epilogue: Giving The Man of Steel A Hard Time

Lois Lane was walking out of the hospital, having finished her interviews with the once-missing women. Anyone that knew to look for it might have noticed her walking a little funny—Blaze had given her ass a true workout last night, since they were still waiting for her clitoris piercing to heal. It brought a smile to the reporter's face, thinking about how long and hard a night it had been...

A shadow passed overhead. Lois blinked, paused, looked up...and saw the red cape flapping in the breeze as Superman descended, until his red boots touched the sidewalk. Around her, Lois could feel the crowd staring.

"Miss Lane," he said, no nonsense in his voice. "I need to talk to you...if you'd like to go somewhere a little more private."

"Okay..." Lois said. She raised her arms, as she had done seemingly dozens of times. He stooped a little to let one of her arms slide around his neck, his hand on her hips...and then his muscles bunched and he leapt into the air...and they were up, up and away.

Lois never got tired of the view of Metropolis from the air. They slid between buildings, past windows and balconies. The reporter quickly saw that Superman was aiming them toward the Daily Planet; the great brass globe shone like gold in the sun. That was a common place for their little tête-à-tête's...but some uneasiness went through the reporter. She could feel Superman's body tense, and he hadn't smiled, not once.

They landed on the roof as gently as a cat leaping from bed to carpeted floor. Lois took a step back and studied the Man of Steel, wondering what was behind his apparent icy mood.

"I'll be blunt," Superman said. "I know that last night you spent some...time...with Blaze."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "We fucked. You can just say that. We're both grown-ups, Superman."

His frown deepened. "There are some things you don't know about Blaze."

"She's a demon," Lois crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You've fought her a bunch of times."

The Kryptonian's blue eyes widened. "You knew?"

"I'm the Daily Planet's greatest reporter!" Lois said. "You think I can't put two and two together? How many fully functional hermaphrodites do you think exist in Metropolis, much less ones with supernatural powers? She admitted her identity to me this morning."

"And you're okay with that?" Superman's voice was incredulous. "She's a criminal..."

"She didn't commit any crimes with me last night," Lois pointed out.

"But she...how can you be so okay with this?" the Man of Steel stared at Lois, flabbergasted.

"Because she felched me last night," the reporter said. "Have you ever been felched?"

"No..."

"That's right. Because you're a big prude. Blaze is free, uninhibited...and a talented lover. We had fun last night. What business is that of yours?"

"I..." He blushed. "I care about you Lois. I worry for your safety. Blaze is a Queen of Hell, she's dealt ****, kidnapped people, enslaved them to her will, killed...she's an existential threat to the whole world."

"Well right now, the only thing she's an existential threat to is my colon," the reporter shot back. "I don't care what she's done. It's my private life and I'll fuck who I want."

He shook his head. "Lois...listen to yourself. Think! This isn't about sex, it's..."

"No, this is exactly about sex!" The reporter stepped forward and jammed her finger into his invulnerable chest. "You're victimizing Blaze because I'm fucking her and not you!"

"That's ridiculous!"

"You're ridiculous!"

"She's evil!"

"I can change her!"

Superman looked down at the human woman. He could atomize her with his heat vision and they both knew it. Probably break her body with just his invulnerable penis. Yet they both knew he would never touch her.

"Lois," he said. "I just want what's best for you. She's dangerous."

"What's best for me is not up for you to decide," Lois said, surprised at the hurt and bitterness in her voice. Maybe it was just the throbbing of her new clit ring, which seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. The nagging little pain was pushing her to distraction. "You want to know how this is ending?"

She took out her smartphone and dialed her home landline. It rang three times, and then a groggy demonic dickgirl picked it up.

"'allo?" Blaze said, her voice audible to Superman's super-hearing.

"Hey babe? I'm taking the day off work. We're going to stay in bed and you're going to fuck my ass until I pass out from cumming too hard." Lois said, staring the Man of Steel in the eyes.

"M'kay?" The confused demon said.

Lois ended the call. She could almost feel Superman's boner, pressing against his red shorts. The reporter wasn't sure why she was pressing all of his buttons...except that he was pressing all of hers. Both of them had known each other a long time, and never taken that next step. Maybe it was too late for that. But she would be damned if she let Superman dictate her sex life.

"Lois...just think about what you're doing." He said, but his voice sounded hollow, defeated.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter turned her fist up, middle finger pointed right at the dimple in his chin.

"What I'm going to be doing is riding Blaze's dick. Maybe if you can get your act together, you can watch us and jerk off like a good cuck."

She turned away from him, storming off toward the elevator...and he didn't chase her. Didn't stop her. Yet she could feel his eyes on her, that super-vision penetrating concrete and steel to follow her all the way home. Probably his super-senses could smell Blaze's cum in her ass, the demon's sweat on her body. Lois remembered the hard-on that bulged his red shorts, and wondered if he would do it...watch and masturbate as Blaze bent her lover over and plunged her cock in and out of Lois Lane's asshole again and again...

...and why does that get me so hot? Lois Lane thought, her pussy damp just at the thought of Superman watching her get fucked by one of his direst enemies.