Epilogue: The Games We Play

Later, had come sanity...and serious, adult talk. Circe was honest when she said that she wasn't a lesbian, at least not all the time; neither was she one of those who could commit fully to a BDSM lifestyle of mistress and ****. Magic healed the wounds, protected pregnancy...although at the reporter's request, the sorceress had left Lois the labia piercings, to remember her by.

"Will I see you again?" Lois had asked.

The lavender-haired witch slid her hand along the back of Lois Lane's neck, and drew her in for a slow, sensual kiss.

"We can play our games, from time to time," the sorceress said. "When the mood strikes us both, in our strange lives, we will be drawn together once more. I promise."

Dawn had seen Lois back out on the pavement outside the club...and the club shut down, not long afterwards; the owner had disappeared, and left behind a number of missing women, with vague memories of sex and demons. The Metropolis Police Department chalked it up to **** and some sort of cult. Lois was less sure...but she had what she needed for her article.

Over the next few weeks, Lois developed an interest in ancient Greece and mythology, even the occult. Nothing to interfere with her life...and not for the first time she wondered when her relationship with Superman would move on past a bit of sexual tension.

Then one night, it did.

Laying naked in her bed, the most powerful man in the world sleeping softly beside her, her pussy aching from the frantic pace of their lovemaking, Lois had no regrets. Before that night with Circe, this would have been a dream, all she had ever wanted. Superman was a kind and attentive lover, his body beautiful, his prick almost made for her pussy, stretching her just a little but not enough to hurt, paying attention to her whole body, never consumed with just humping and pumping. She had cum...actually climaxed...in his arms, and the smile he made just then was not out of satisfaction for a job well done, but simply glad that he had helped her to that precipice and beyond.

She pushed aside the covers, letting her sweat dry as the moon bathed her in her rays. Her fingers rubbed idly at her sore cunny, the thick metal rings that had so surprised him when he saw them, her fingers running up the central cleft to feel his seed...there was no condom on Earth that could contain his ejaculation, and in truth Lois wondered how soon she might be impregnated, if they made love regularly. It wasn't the right time in her cycle, but soon...

Her thoughts drifted back to Circe.

The moon seemed to shine brighter.

The night became silent.

Not quiet, but as if it held its breath. Superman's body no longer moved and fell. There were no traffic noises. Lois could see her chest fall and rise, but it was like she was all alone in the stillness.

No. Not alone.

A burning spot just above her pussy made Lois arch her back in sudden remembered pain. A livid brand glowed, right where Circe had burned her...

The sorceress, naked and lambent in the moonlight, seemed to hover in the air. A strange smile on that face, lavender hair loose and blowing in an invisible breeze.

"I see my little **** has found a stud," the hazel eyes flashed with green fire. The bedsprings groaned as the sorceress' weight settled on them. "Did you wish to play a little game?"

Lois swallowed, shook. Utterly exposed.

"Yes," she whispered.

The witch's fingers snapped. Invisible hands gripped the reporter and held her to the bed. Her arms were **** above her head until the palms curved and grabbed the headboards, her ankles pressed back until, her body straining painfully, the ass was raised up and the reporter's feet almost touched her ears. Small, invisible fingers grabbed the rings of her labia and pulled the flaps of the reporter's cunt open painfully wide...and Circe rested her elbows on the back of the reporter's thighs, smiled down at her...and licked her lips, like the cat that was about to get its cream.

"Don't worry," Circe assured her. "He will never know. When I leave, I will take back all evidence of this encounter. It will be our little secret. I will leave only memories...and a very thoroughly cleaned pussy."

The witch brought her lips down to the splayed cunt...and Lois could not resist the moan, utterly more wanton than any she had made while in Superman's arms. While he lay there, the whole world frozen in a moment in time, Lois Lane gasped and bucked and heaved, not to free herself from the invisible hands that bound her, but because she knew her mistress liked it when she played the slut, when she gave in to her innermost desires...and because the thought of how she was betraying the Man of Steel sent cold shivers through her veins.

Circe slurped up the super-sperm, one wet finger toying with her ****'s asshole, licking each and every fold, letting her tongue stretch out inhumanly long to gather up traces of the Kryptonian's seed. Lois panted and moaned like a sow in heat, and Circe smiled for she too was excited at the daring of their little feat, the danger of being caught, the enormity of what they were doing...

...and that was how their games began anew. Behind Superman's back, in his very bed, Superman's girlfriend Lois Lane played out her lesbian desires.