Lois Asks Her To Stop

"No...no, this is wrong," Lois Lane felt her chest heave. Sweat dripped down her naked breasts. Her mouth was dry, even though her stomach felt like it sloshed when she moved. "Stop, please. I should...I should go..."

The cock disappeared pressed into her pussy disappeared. Lois could feel the echo of its touch like a warm shadow on her skin. She stared around at the darkness, but she couldn't see Angelica Blaze. No strange glowing eyes. It was almost as though she was all alone...but she didn't feel alone. Lois could feel the eyes on her naked body.

The darkness seemed to close in on Lois. She staggered to her feet...there were odd twinges in her stomach, and she had a sudden urge to pee. The reporter pressed her thighs together to try and hold it in as she staggered toward where the door should be.

"What are you afraid of, Lois?" Blaze's voice came from the shadows.

"Nothing," Lois said as the pressure built in her bladder. Her nipples were hard, and the heat in the room seemed to increase. The reporter's hair hung down in damp strands that clung to her skin, and she couldn't seem to find the door. "I just...it isn't right..."

"Ah. I see how it is. You're saving yourself for someone."

Lois groped in the darkness in front of her...and her fingers touched something. Hard, unyielding, but hot, living. Cloth over skin. She wanted to recoil...but then her fingers recognized the curve of the S-shield. Then her fingers explored further.

That massive, triangular chest, the hard muscles clearly defined through the strange fabric. The prominent, manly chin. He stood there like a statue, alive but unmoving. Her fingers found the clasps for his cape...the little curl of black hair that fell over his forehead...the buckle of his belt...and Lois gasped and stopped herself.

"It's not him, Lois," Blaze's voice came from the darkness behind her. "But it feels like him, doesn't it? Just like the real thing. This is your chance if you wish to...explore..."

Her hand rested on the belt. Beneath it, she knew, were the red shorts. Behind that...the reporter's throat was dry as she thought of what Superman's cock would look like. Feel like. Taste like...