Just A Moment, I'll Go Get Him

The milquetoast Clark Kent backed away, out of sight, closing the door behind him. Lament inched forward, clinging to the ceiling on all fours. The symbiote enhanced Lois Lane's senses, and she sniffed at the scents in the air. Powerful, masculine scents...the symbiote quivered in the reporter's quim. She was sure that it was him...

A cough came from the balcony. Hovering there as though waiting, the Man of Steel floated in midair.

"You wanted to see me?" He said, staring at her curiously.

"Yessss..." Lament hissed. "You will be our mate!"

"I don't think so," he said.

Lament dropped from the ceiling, to land on her feet. She sauntered forward, hips swaying, the symbiote sliding over her skin...exposing her breasts, the hard nipples poking into the air. Her tongue, inhumanly long and slick, slid out from her mouth.

"Don't you find this form pleasing?" She said, and needed no enhanced vision to see the bulge growing in the floating Superman's crotch.

"I want to speak to Lois now," he said firmly.

"She is here," Lament said, alighting lightly on the railing of the balcony with a short hop. Far below, the traffic of Metropolis sped along on the streets, ignorant to the drama going on up above.

The symbiote-skin withdrew from Lois Lane's face, showing those violet eyes and generous mouth. She held out her hands. "Come here. Give us a kiss."