Lois Seeks To Mate With Superman

Purple light spilled forth. The door to the White Room burst open. A radiant comet spilling the violet light of love burned down the hallway and out into the alley. Leapt into the sky.

"Is it a bird?" One man asked, squinting at the bright light.

"Too small to be a helicopter or a plane," a teen said, pointing the camera at the almost-naked figure.

Violet light washed over Metropolis...penetrating earth and stone, water and concrete. Searching for something...someone...

The windows of the Daily Planet glowed for an instant, casting the offices of the newspaper into a weird twilight. Clark Kent looked up from his work. Tapped the last few keys to finish the sentence, close the file, and submit it to the editor. Familiar energies crawled across his sensitive Kryptonian skin as he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. Thankfully, there was no-one else in the office...because the light was getting brighter.

The glass did not melt as Lois Lane floated through it; simply melted with the heat of her lust.

"Superman!" she said. "My love..."

The Man of Steel's cape flapped in the breeze as the wind rushed in the hole in the window. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Lois? Is that yo—"

She was on him, her mouth pressed against his, her breasts crushed into his muscular chest, hands rubbing at his crotch through his costume.

With superhuman self-control, the Last Son of Krypton grabbed Lois and pried her off of him, holding her at arms' length.

"Lois! What's gotten into you?"

"Please," she begged, her left foot rising up to caress his crotch. "I need it. I need you to make love to me..."