First Mother of Krypton

"Lois...I'm sorry," Superman's voice was apologetic. "I just don't want to hurt you. This is the only way..."

"No! No. It's fine. I want this." The reporter reclined naked in the shallow tub in the Fortress of Solitude. "I...I want to help. You."

Despite the antarctic wilderness outside, the temperature was...perfect. The Kryptonian had made it just right, for her. So she would be comfortable. So everything could be right.

Lois admitted, to herself, that a part of her had been in love with Superman for a long time. Not just admiration or lust...but love. He truly was the gentlest, most compassionate, courageous man she'd ever known...and when he had asked for her help to perpetuate the Kryptonian race, she had been ready to tear off her panties then and there.

Except they couldn't have sex.

"The speed and **** of my ejaculation...they would rip through a normal woman. You'd die. Even if that wasn't the case, Kryptonians are...a little different."

He had taken off his pants. The little red shorts had, she suspected, always concealed something out of the ordinary...but she hadn't expected the sort of pocket that unfolded, the pink elephant's trunk that descended, and the rigid red penis that rose from that...or the pincers, which clacked menacingly.

"They're to...grab on, for mating." He had actually blushed. "The Kryptonian sex ed materials made it quite clear. I just...I don't want to hurt you. But there's another way."

They had discussed that. Lois had not wanted anything so sterile as in vitro fertilization...and Superman had smiled and said that he had come up with something better, more intimate, for them both.

"I've been saving up," he admitted as he showed Lois the sealed tank containing his seed. "Every time I thought of you. It's still...still viable."

It was weird, perverted, and sweet. Lois had been ready to drop her panties once again. But he had more than that planned.

"This," he gestured at the pool. "Is a recreation of a Kryptonian conception chamber. They had done away with physical sex in favor of birthing matrices centuries ago, but sometimes the ladies of the House of El liked a...more hands-on approach."

So she had stripped, and he he demurely turned his head, until she had told him to stop.

"I want you to watch," Lois let the eagerness slip into her voice. "I want you to enjoy this too."

Then she had laid back in the shallow tub...smooth as warm coral on her back, legs spread toward the fluted nozzle aimed at her pussy. Superman gazed in rapture at her as he lowered the container of super-cum into place.

"Remember," he said. "Try to get as much of it into you as we can, to ensure conception."

Lois had only nodded, eyes fixed on the spout, pussy wet and ready.

The ivory flood came with a splurt of pressure that struck her twat...and then the race was on, as Lois scooped as much of the precious jizz into her greedy cunt as she could, spreading her pussy wide to try and cram more of it into her, all while Superman stared on with hope and admiration in his eyes, blushing like a schoolboy...and a bliss hit her, ecstatic and erotic, as if she was finally fulfilling her purpose...