Vandal Savage

She opened the door. The bedroom beyond was opulent: a four-poster bed, silk sheets, plush carpet. Antique furniture, all dark wood and marble. Standing before the small bar sipping some expensive liquor was a hulk of a man , nearly seven feet tall and broad as a linebacker, in a black silk dressing gown.

He sniffed audibly as she entered, then turned and fixed her with one eye. In profile, his brow-ridge was prominent, his features almost animalistic, savage. Human, yes, but the kind that remembered what it felt like to cut down the wooly mammoth, to rip the fangs of the sabertooth out of its head with his bare hands. Lois Lane's heart sank as she recognized him for who he was: Vandal Savage, the immortal.

"Close the door, cunt." He ordered.

Lois did so. She felt absurdly **** at that moment, alone in the room with him. The big man covered the space between them in three strides. The whore retreated against the door as he pressed himself close...and then she head the click, and saw him pocket the key.

She was locked in the room with him.

"I can smell you, sow." He rumbled as he returned to the bar. "It's your time, isn't it? Body screaming to be bred. Wanting only the strongest, most virile mate. Well, don't worry...I don't bother with condoms."

Her legs were shaking, juices flowing quickly now.

Why is this making me so excited? She thought to herself. C'mon Lane, get it together! Just another client.

He set the glass down. Unbelted the robe and let it drop.

Scars crossed his well-muscled back, most of them faded to mere pale lines and ridges of flesh. The Savage turned back to her, one great hand lifting her chin.

"You know how they say that every one in two hundred men in Asia are descended from Genghis Khan?"

The cock was right in front of her. It was the limit of what she thought possible for a human penis. Ten inches long at least, two and a half inches thick. A real cuntbuster. She wondered how many cavegirls had been split open on that spear. So too, there were scars on that member. Criss-crossing it in ridges and lines. A part of her wondered what that would feel like.

"I am much older than Genghis Khan." His eyes narrowed. "I probably impregnated at least one of your distant ancestors. She was probably a whore just like you."

He bared his teeth. It wasn't a smile. It was a threat display. She could picture him stripping the meat off the bones of a fallen enemy, not caring if it was animal or human.

Both of his hands rested on her shoulders, just for a moment. Lois saw the muscles in his hairy, scarred chest bunch, felt the pull, heard the cloth rip as he casually tore the costume off her body.

"Now it is time again."

Later, Lois wouldn't remember being lifted or thrown on the bed. Her head swam, as though she had been struck a blow—maybe she had. One her hands and knees, ass in the air, she felt the mattress creek as he got on it. His great hands grabbed her by the hips and drew her to him. Too late, she began to struggle.

He grunted. "Good. I like a fighter."

The cock split her pussy open like the inevitability of time. Her backward kicks hit his rock-hard thighs without effect as she was penetrated. She growled, spit, scratched, but it was all in vain as that scarred cock pushed past her every barrier of resistance, her defenseless slit spread wide. Lois could feel every ridge and vein as the Cro Magnon prick stretched her to the breaking point.

It isn't ****, she told herself. He paid for it, this is what he wants.

But it felt like a violation, as he began to move into her with brutal strokes. She could feel her pussy being pushed and pulled, so tight that it was being drawn out with him every time he withdrew, hitting some unknown barrier within her as he pounded forward. Lois tried to console herself, as the fight was gradually fucked out of her, that there was a spiritual bond between her current position and that of all the other women he had known. That some silent sisterhood of whores all knew the shape and terrible ferocity of Vandal Savage's cock, from that first trembling young woman who took his offer of mammoth meat, to the houris of ancient Greece left bleeding and sobbing.

None of that helped. None of them were here. Only Lois.

He twisted her around on his cock, and she spat into his eye as his rough, bearded face bent down on her. The horrible mouth engulfed hers, the thick tongue pushing past her mouth, ignoring any resistance as though he was trying to ram it down her throat.

Then she felt it. Vandal Savage pushed into her deep, his Cro Magnon cock seemed even bigger, crushing her insides, and he pulled his tongue out of her mouth to grunt. Her cunt felt very warm and wet, and then Lois was crying out, ankles crossing behind him as though to trap his seed deep within her, pussy clenching in shameful ecstasy as she came.

She came in response to him cumming in her.