Lex Luthor Goes Into A Monologue

The bald billionaire began to drone on. So smugly confident, so self-assured in his master plan that he had to explain every detail, even while using his cock to mercilessly prod and massage the reporter's prostate. Lois Lane, who was bottoming out in Mercy's cunny, her hands gripping the naked bodyguard's hips for dear life as they moved together, did her best to parse what he was saying...

"Degradation of clones...Kryptonian DNA too complex...epigenetic problems with artificial wombs...human surrogates...genetic graft of Kryptonian DNA...experimental test subjects you were seeking...soon the be the parents of a NeoKryptonian race..."

Lois filtered his monologue. The pressure building up inside of her body was too much. Mercy Graves efforts to remain stoic were crumbling as Lois thrust hard and deep, driving her cock into the woman's muscular body without let up. THe reporter had passed the point of self-control, her whole body ached, and yet...and yet...she could feel unfamiliar muscles clench inside her cock. The pressure down at the root of her prik was agonizing, but Lois couldn't cum...dying to cum, but unable to...

"Mercy," Luthor said, breaking off the details of how he had hacked the Kryptonian genome for a moment. "Bring yourself to orgasm. It will assist the fertilization process. Lois, when Mercy cums, then you can cum inside of her. Make sure not to spill a drop."

It galled Lois how Mercy Graves, still on her hands and knees, obediently reached between her legs with one hand to rub her clit. The reporter quivered with barely suppressed ned as she saw the well-defined muscles of Mercy's back bunch as the bodyguard pushed back with one hand, the round ass pressed against Lois Lane's cunny, Lois reduced to jerking in place, almost her whole cock buried inside of the woman...listening to Mercy's small pants and moans, desperately wanting, needing, Mercy to cum so that Lois could explode inside of her with the thickest, creamiest load of her entire short life a dickgirl.

The reporter's mind quailed against the strain, as Luthor's hypnotic brainwashing warred with the inhuman biological instincts unlocked by the Kryptonian genetics that had given the reporter such a magnificent dick.

There was only one question...whether Lex Luthor's programming was stronger, or Lois Lane's need to breed?