Epilogue: Lois Lane, Black Bred

His Earth-name was Augustus Freeman IV. Lois Lane felt those big black arms crush her to them in their bed. One great brown hand clutched protectively at her stomach, where Augustus Freeman V was gestating. The test had just turned positive...and the wedding was next week.

His real name was Arnus, and he told her of his homeworld. How he was lost here...how his technology adapted his body into this perfect human form, when it landed outside a **** cabin in the Deep South. The big hand traveled south, to brush through the reporter's bush that she had started to grow out for him.

The world knew him as Icon, the Black superhero, as powerful as Superman...imposing and inscrutable. His fingers brushed her labia and pulled them apart. Lois Lane smiled to herself as she lifted her leg. She knew his secrets...she knew something no one else knew.

White women were his Kryptonite.

"You know," he rumbled in that deep, cultured voice. "Your sexual fixation on race is illogical."

He pressed his cock against the cunt, and it slipped inside. Lois gasped, always amazed at how hard and hot he was, how he filled her up like no-one else.

"Fuck me!" she said, as she shook in his arms. "Fuck your white whore! Your Queen of Spades!"

Icon frowned...but Lois leaned back her head, and their mouths met as he slowly shifted more of that cock inside of her. His free hand groped her breasts, the dark skin a stark contrast to her own paleness. She shook with longing. Wanted to give him so many big, brown babies.

Finally, once his cock was fully inside of her, those great brown balls pressed against his fingertips as her held her pussy open, he broke the kiss.

"I have investigated the matter carefully," he said in a low rumble. "And I believe your racial fixation is artificial. I have asked a friend to come and address the issue."

Lois stared into the dark brown eyes without comprehension...and then a noise, a whisper in the air, caught her attention.

A Black man dressed in a white body-stalking faded through the walls like a ghost. He was not so tall as Icon, but broader at the shoulder, with a trim waist and inhuman white eyes, a black and red cape swirled around him, a great red jewel on his breast. Lois Lane, who had studied all Black heroes with obsessive interest, dredged up a name from memory:

"Bloodwynd!" she gasped.

With ease, Icon rose into a sitting position at the edge of the great four-poster bed. The reporter found herself speared on his cock, naked, her legs resting over Icon's great brown thighs. Her face blushed as she realized that the necromancer could see...everything.

A black-gloved hand extended in a mystic gesture. A voice that seemed to echo with the graons of the dead commanded her.

"Stare into the bloodgem, Lois Lane! Let your soul be drawn into its depths...to reveal the truth!"

Her eyes were drawn to the great red gem on his chest. It looked like a ruby of impossible size, but there was a darkness inside of it...a shadow that seemed to flicker and move, liquid and shifting...and as Icon flexed his abs, to make his cock jump inside of her, eliciting little gasps, she found something of herself drawn into its depths...

She seemed to fall through a salty, warm ocean. A copper tang filled her mouth, like liquid pennies...and Lois realized she swam through blood. A crimson sea that knew no race or color beyond the infinite redness that connects us all beneath the skin...and Lois floundered as the current caught her, strong and irresistable, as if a giant stirred a puddle...images flashed through her as she tumbled over and over...memories of the first time Icon had fucked her on her cock...signing up for that website...masturbating to images of Black men...to that night...

Her night out.

Memories flooded into the reporter's brain, and she tried to scream, but the blood rushed into her lungs. She drowned in memories, unable to escape as she realized how she had been manipulated, influenced, remade into a black cock slut and aimed at the world like a black-cock seeking missile...it was undeniable, impossible to refrute, and Lois stopped fighting and let herself sink as the maelstrom subsided...

Then she gasped, and she was back in Icon's bedroom, held in place on his cock. She gasped and coughed, drew in air...

"It is as you thought," Bloodwynd said. "Lex Luthor manipulated her natural desires, twisted and heightened them artificially. I have removed the undo influence."

"My thanks, my friend," Icon said. They nodded...and Bloodwynd faded backwards, through the wall, as he had come. To leave Lois Lane and her lover alone.

"How do you feel?" Icon asked.

"Used. Sullied. Pissed," Lois shook with barely-repressed anger. "I want to castrate Lex Luthor with my teeth!"

Icon's face broke into a great white-toothed smile. "And what about...us?"

In response, Lois pressed her ass back against him and rotated her hips.

"Well," she said. "I still want one black cock inside me...forever and ever."

Their lips met again...and perhaps now, without Lex Luthor's hypnosis, they had a chance at a truer and deeper love, free of racial fetishization.

Lex Luthor was working late in LexCorp tower when a shadow passed through the window. The best technological alarms that money could by stayed silent as the shadow stepped through the air with barely a whisper, a black cape billowing in an unseen wind. A black glove touched his shoulder and he spun around, one hand reaching for a weapon...but then his eyes fastened on the bloodgem.

"Your crimes are great, Lex Luthor," Bloodwynd said as the villain froze in his grasp. "Living and dead cry out for vengeance. For...recompense."

The black gloves seized on the bald man's face, which turned ruddy with the strange light of the mystic jewel...

...and on the streets of Metropolis, a naked young black woman opened her brown eyes, stared up at the sky...and saw what might have been a bird, or a plane, but no it was...

"Superman!" she gasped, as a strange tingle of excitement ran through her slim ebony body. Desperately she tried to cover up her nakedness, and the man of steel landed and took off his own cape to cover her.

"Who are you miss?" He asked, the big blue eyes full of concern. "What happened?"

"I...my name is..." The Black woman blinked. "I don't remember. Alexa...Lexwana...something like that..."