Knockout Is Ready To Be Knocked-Up

The Female Fury from Apokalips reappeared triumphantly, a small tablet the size of an iPhone cradled in her massive hand—but no device such as ever came out of an Apple factory. It was all hard angles and glowing lines and circles, circuits buzzing faintly with exotic energies.

"Father," Knockout said, bringing the box to her lips. "My wives are seeded. Ensure their conception."

The box glowed, then flashed brightly. Lois blinked rapidly, after-images flickering in her vision. She swore she had seen crazy rays of light zig-zag over her shoulders to impact the stomachs of the two naked women before her.

Something else flew over the reporter's shoulder. It was what remained of Knockout's clothes.

"I do not wish to harm you," the statuesque woman said from behind Lois. "Please do not resist. Wives?"

The two recently impregnated women, unable to keep smiles off their lips, reached up and grabbed Lois, pulling her on the bed between them. They flipped her over, the reporter's Kryptonian cock pointed at the ceiling...and rising over it, like the moon eclipsing the sun, was Knockout's pussy.

Lois gulped hard.

"Don't worry," Scandal said, holding the reporter's left arm, and reaching over to flick one hard nipple. "The bed is reinforced to take a pounding."

"We really appreciate this," Liana added from Lois Lane's right, stretching over to kiss the side of the reporter's mouth.

Knockout lowered herself down, her Apokaliptan cunt swallowing the reporter's cock. Lois found herself almost hypnotized by the hard-cut abs before her. It was hard to imagine any kind of soft belly swelling out there. Even her cunt felt muscular, gripping her cock like she could tear it off with a single clench of her pussy.

Pinned to the bed by the two lesbians as the big woman rode her, Lois shivered.

This was definitely not how I imagined tonight would go, she thought. Not that I'm complaining.

Slowly, Lois felt the familiar pressure begin to build between her thighs. Having just cum twice, however, this time she could feel would be longer. Knockout meanwhile was absorbed in pounding herself up and down on the cock, riding fast and then slow, moving her hips and then crushing down and grinding until Lois thought her hips would break.

Color was coming to the warrior-woman's face as she began to get into a groove, nipples hard as she drove the reporter's cock over just the right spots, over and over. Scandal and Liana looked up and enjoyed the show.

"Wives," the alien swallowed. "I need..."

Without a word, the two women let go of Lois and hugged Knockout, their mouths going to her sizable breasts, mouths latching onto the nipples. Suckling at dry wells...although Lois, huffing and puffing beneath Knockout, trying vainly to thrust her cock deeper into the super-strong pussy, reckoned that if this worked they wouldn't be dry much longer.

The sudden image of Knockout's breasts swollen with pregnancy, the pink nipples dark and bloated, veins visible as the milky teats began to drip sparked a fire within Lois Lane. She redoubled her efforts to be more than a passive participant in the ongoing affairs, to fuck as well as be fucked. Grabbing onto Knockout's knees Lois did her best to rise and falls to meet the woman's endless pounding.

Yet they made a great tableaux, the three women. Liana's hand was down between Knockout's legs, rubbing her clit. Scandal's tongue was in her wife's mouth, one hand roughly mauling the Apokaliptan's right tit. Lois realized that she was just a stunt cock for them, a tool, a glorified turkey baster of semen.

A kind of peace came over her, watching them make love.

I'm okay with that, Lois realized. I'm happy for them. Maybe I'll find someone that loves me that much one day.

Under her wives' ministrations, the humping grew faster, more frenetic. Lois found herself holding onto the bed, breathe knocked out of her with every hip-cracking descent, her cock spearing deep inside of Knockout. She could feel her load boiling behind her cock, ready for release, but she wanted to wait until...

Knockout threw her head back and made a sound like a squirrel built along the lines of a god. A high-pitched squeal that Ratatoskr might have made as Yggdrasil burned. She crushed her wives to her as her whole body clenched, muscles popping out. Lois Lane didn't so much cum as feel her jizz explode out of the end of her dick, drawn out by the vacuum in Knockout's womb.

The reporter didn't care if the anatomy didn't make any sense. That's what it felt like to her.

She lay there as Knockout milked ever drop, and whispered to herself.

"**** by snu-snu."

Only one thing remained. Knockout released Scandal to grab her Father Box, and held it just below her belly button. In a clear, satiated voice, the Apokaliptan said:

"Father. From one, many."

A globe of light seemed to encase the box in her hand...and sank slowly into her taut, muscular stomach.

"That was good exercise!" Knockout said, clambering off of Lois Lane's cock...which began to wilt to half-mast. "Now I'm in a mood for a fight. Let's go free those slaves!"

Lois blinked, blearily. She wasn't sure she could even move. Liana patted her hand. "She gets really energized after sex."