Lois Moans Superman's Name

"Oh, Superman!" Lois gasped as she rode the demon's cock. Beneath her, Blaze growled.

"Superman? Superman!? The big blue boyscout isn't fucking you, slut! I AM!"

The demonic dickgirl bucked, hips lifting the reporter off the floor, and for the next few minutes it was all that Lois Lane could do to hold on for dear life as the pounding penis punished her poor pussy. The reported was reduced to gasping for breath as the head of the cock punched deep inside of her, hitting the back of her battered cunt.

"Ow ow ow!" Lois said, trying to lift her injured cunny off the pummeling prick, but Blaze's hands clapped down hard on the reporter's thighs, holding her in place.

"Whore!" Blaze accused. "You're going to stay there and take my seed like the cocksocket you are..."

"You're hurting me!" Lois hissed.

"I don't care!" Blaze shot back.

"I do," a voice broke in.

There was a Superman-shaped hole in the wall, now, and the big blue boyscout himself stood before them, wiping dust off of his muscular shoulders.

"I heard you call, Lois," the Man of Steel said as he gripped his left fist in his right hand and cracked his knuckles. "Don't worry, I'll deal with Blaze."

"Wait right there, Kryptonian!" The demon hissed. "I have an agreement with this sultry slut! She is bound to fuck me until I spill my seed into her waiting womb, in exchange for four souls I have taken!"

Superman paused, raised an eyebrow.

"Lois, is this true?"

The reporter gulped. She couldn't lie to those blue, trusting eyes. "Well...yes."

"I see." He said, voice thoughtful and contemplative. Lois thought he was taking the whole situation very well, considering. "Well, then there's only one thing for me to do."