Lois Wants To Cuckold Blaze

Lois Lane's eyes narrowed. A sly smile graced her lips. For just half a stroke of her cock, Blaze had a terrible sense of foreboding. The sense that she had overreached herself. That the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had played her, coaxed the demon on, and now was about to close the trap.

"I wish I could cuckold you," Lois Lane said, and Blaze felt the intent behind every word. The reporter put her full heart into that statement. Had a clear vision of what she wanted. And for Blaze, who had already supernaturally pre-committed her full power to this reality-bending pact, there was no going back.

The world twisted, suddenly. The universe wrenched itself out of one chronological track and into another. Lois and Blaze transported into a new and strange timeline.

One where Lois Lane was on top of the Daily Planet building, being plowed by the Man of Steel. Superman's face showed no confusion, only total commitment as his cock pistoned in and out of the reporter's tight twat. Lois Lane hung on for dear life, barely able to register the thin gold band, set with a black pearl, on her left ring finger...new memories that flooded her mind.

An investigation into missing women. A one-night stand with a scarlet succubus that became something more. A quickie marriage. Blaze, who waited for her wife at home. The fight they had this morning. The flirtatious interview with Superman that had quickly gotten out of control. That ended here and now, with Lois Lane's panties hanging off her ankle, her buttocks pressed into the concrete.

"Aaaagh!" Superman gasped, and held Lois tight as a surge of Kryptonian cum flooded her pussy.

Lois Lane huffed. The argument came into focus. She and Blaze had been fighting about a baby. About Lois' career. The reporter grinned as she squeezed her pussy tight around that prick. She hoped that Blaze liked changing diapers...

On the other side of Metropolis, in the apartment she shared with her wife, Blaze held her head. Two sets of memories fought inside of her. Something had changed. Yet she'd won, hadn't she? Lois Lane was her bitch, her wife...so why did her horns itch? Why that sense of terrible dread, the hollowness in her stomach, the sudden heartache?

"What in the Hell is wrong with me?" Blaze said as she sat on the edge of their bed...unaware that the dark horns that grew from her forehead slowly grew a little bigger.