Exasperating

Guided by his machines, the transparent dildo pressed against the reporter's muff—and Lois Lane bit her lip and mewled as the hard prick rubbed against her netherlips. She was wetter than she had ever been, and though it may have been her imagination, she felt a twin throb in her abdomen, as if she could feel her ovaries pulse, though she knew that should have been impossible. Yet so terrible was her need to be seeded right then, she offered no resistance as the head of the crystal cock sought to enter her love tunnel.

With Luthor's programming curdling her brain, Lois Lane was more **** than if the mad scientist had simply **** and **** her—for Lois found herself assisting in her own insemination, trying to angle her hips to the best angle to allow a smooth entry, whispering words of encouragement as the synthetic schlong fumbled with her achingly empty cunt—and exclaiming in hot-blooded delight as, finally, the hard tube slid in.

Which began the most exasperating few minutes of Lois Lane's life.

It had been a long time since Lois Lane had been with a virgin. Since she had experienced the fumbling, the hesitation. Watched the red-faced concentration on Luthor's face as he fucked her with amateur enthusiasm the same way he might flog his pathetic prick. As much as Lois tried to help him, to guide that hard, thick cock in deep, to feel good...all she could fo as his hips jerked and spasmed, the small, discolored cock visible at the root of the clear crystal.

In the end, she didn't even cum.

Yet Luthor did.

Sweating and fixated on the writhing, naked, fertile reporter before him, he pushed the synthetic shaft as deep inside of her as it could go...and then unleashed all he had.

The pathetic trick of sperm formed a yellow-white line down the center of the shaft. Lois Lane panted, ached, **** for it to travel down to her womb...even as Luthor slumped, panting, spent.