Epilogue: Lois Cheats On Blaze

"Oh Lois..." Clark panted as the Daily Planet's star reporter's head bobbed up and down on his cock. "I...I'm about to..."

Lois Lane pressed down hard. The cock was big enough that she could deep-throat it...seven or eight inches and not too fat, the kind of smooth prick that she was sure was a real pussy pleaser.

The Man of Steel grunted once, twice, three times as rope after sticky rope shot down into the reporter's throat with enough **** that she could actually feel the individual impacts. It felt to her like he was backed up...a damn shame, a cock this fine being underneath her nose this whole time, no one to drain his super balls for him...

The reporter slurped as she raised her head off the dick, lips sucking hard at the skin, gathering every last bit of jizz. The drops that hit her tongue were unlike any semen she'd ever tasted, earthy and sweet like dark chocolate, warm as fresh-melted cocoa butter. She released his dick with a wet smack, gasping for air, pleasantly pleased to see it still standing tall and proud.

For weeks, the reporter had thought that Angelica Blaze had ruined her for all other cocks. Now she stared down at the streamlined super-schlong before her, hard as the namesake of the man it was attached to. Lois thought back to her...girlfriend? Babydaddy?...hips slamming into the pert ass of some barely legal slut, and a sudden determination hit her.

"Smallville...are you still good to go?"

The most powerful man on the planet blinked.

"I...yes. Kryptonians can normally ejaculate at least four or five times in a row. Whenever we want to," He blushed. "Sometimes I've...touched myself when I'm...thinking of you."

It was the sappiest, silliest, stupidest thing that he could have confessed to Lois. She felt her heart melt and her pussy practically drip.

Her hands slipped underneath the hem of her skirt, hiking it up over her hips. The reporter's pussy was bald, freshly shaved, just as Blaze liked it...and she wasn't wearing panties. The demonic dickgirl had liked to have her "available at all times."

Lois set her jaw as she climbed into Superman's lap. She had given up a lot of things for Blaze. Her pussy, her ass, her dignity...had bent over backwards to make her happy, to make the relationship work. The human woman had thought with the baby on the way, maybe they could...but no. If Angelica Blaze couldn't commit to keeping her dick out of other women's asses, she wasn't going to have any piece of Lois Lane, ever again.

It hurt to think that. Like a hole in her chest. Remembering her scent, the feel of her lips, the eagerness and tenderness and roughness and...

The reporter put her hands on Superman's shoulders and stared into those big blue eyes.

"Clark," she said. "I need...I need to feel something. I need to feel you inside me, right now. I need to fuck the pain away."

He swallowed, breathing heavily. She could feel the tip of his cock, pressed against her folds. "I...I want that Lois. I've always wanted that. But are you sure?"

"Please," she said, and her lips met his as she sank down on that fat cock, which seemed to mold itself to fit and fill her completely.

It felt like betrayal, as she slid her pussy all the way down to the base.

In her club, the dickgirl succubus fumed, angry and upset. Her forehead burned, the tips of the black horns standing a foot above her brow. Cock aching as if in sympathy, desperately wanting to bury itself in a cunt...but not just any cunt...her cunt. The only cunt that mattered.

"Lois..." Blaze growled. Glass cracked and shattered in her grip, vodka spilling onto the bar. Angrily, she reached for the next bottle, not even bothering with a glass.