Service Darkseid

A boom shook the building. The door opened from the outside, and Lois Lane, naked and freshly washed, stared out into the office...and there was Darkseid. His physical size alone dominated the middle of the room. The glowing red eyes caught and held her own, the flash of red leaving echoes on her retina. For a moment, the reporter was sure he was looking into her very soul.

"You," the voice was like the cracking of stones, a deep bass that made the reporter's bones vibrate. "Kneel before Darkseid."

Something compelled Lois to step forward. To feel the plush carpet beneath her feet as she struggled to project grace and sensuality. Yet it was more than cool air that made her nipples hard, more than the lingering wetness of the show that ran down her legs. Whether it was the **** or the sheer masculine presence of the evil god, Lois Lane didn't know.

Her knees hit the carpet before him. She could only stare at the tight blue shorts, which did nothing to conceal a mammoth bulge, as big as her forearm. Lois Lane shivered in fear and excitement, knowing if her tried to shove that thing into her it would break her...yet part of her was hoping, aching that he would try.

"Release me," Darkseid growled.

With pathetic eagerness, Lois brought her hands up to his shorts. It was like no cloth she had ever touched, metal fibers biting into her fingers as she pulled it down. Revealing the stony grey skin, the muscles as cool and hard as sculptured marble. The first few inches of that veiny cock, smooth and so perfect it would make Michelangelo weep. She tugged it down to his thick thighs, slowly unveiling the full grey length of his shaft, which tapered to a bulbous purple head that was surprisingly human in proportion, the hanging hairless sack beneath with testes that, though larger than human, seemed almost comically undersized compared to her cock.

"Worship me," the dark god commanded, eyes glowing.

So she did.

Her hands clutched at the great prick, which seemed to weigh at least ten pounds. She lifted the half-erect member and brought her mouth up to the head in an obscene kiss, tasting an oily, gritty alien flavor, like fried liver. Her mouth engulfed the head, tongue playing at his piss hole, wondering how much of the immense cock she could actually swallow. It seemed too big for any human mouth or throat, an instrument meant to breed goddesses, not poor mortal women...

And then Lois remembered the pills she had taken.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Lois pressed forward. The whole of him filled her mouth, lips stretched taut around the bulging shaft, teeth scraping harmlessly against the stony skin. The head touched the back of her throat and for a moment—just a moment—Lois choked. A hand, so massive that it could envelop her entire head like an orange grasped her and physically pulled her up onto his cock. Her jaw ached as it stretched wider than it ever had before, the dick plunged down into her throat, cutting off her airway, bringing tears to her eyes as her throat bulged out obscenely.

But Superman didn't need to breathe in space. After a moment, as her first instinct to resist settled down, Lois realized that she wasn't dying. Only about half of the cock was crammed into her, the reporter impaled on the dark grey elephant's trunk, which she could not feel was hardening steadily, not growing longer but definitely harder, forcing her to stand as the dick itself sought to lift her from the ground.

"Adequate," Darkseid's judgment stung her. With casual, uncaring strength he pulled her head off of his cock, which came free with a wet pop. Red light fell on her body as her surveyed her naked form, as though for the first time.

"I am pleased. So I will allow you the privilege of choosing how Darkseid will take his pleasure with you."