Pigs Can Fly

His hard cock thrust deep inside of her, the hard abs forcing the buttplug tail deep into her ass, his mighty forelimbs gripping her upper body. His chin rested on her shoulder as his thrusts grew shorter and more forceful. She knew he was ready to cum, and she was ready for him to cum.

Superman thrust so hard that Lois Lane's trotters lifted off the ground—and then she felt them rise, over the trough, out over the ocean, picking up speed and height. They were moving, up up and away...

Green fire crackled past them. Lois squealed, unable to give voice as Superman took on evasive maneuvers. Unable to do anything else, Lois clenched her pussy as hard as she could. Superman was grunting softly, and she marveled at his stamina, holding himself hard, trying not to cum so that she didn't fall.

They ducked and weaved through the air, blasts of magic exploding against the unseen walls. Below them, Circe was cursing, and Lois paled when she caught a glimpse of the furious face of the naked sorceress, angry and sexually frustrated...she must have been masturbating to their animal coupling, and Superman's ploy had interrupted her jilling.

There was a crash, an impact that knocked the wind out of Lois. She became aware that they were still rising, but no longer were they in the sunlit beach...they were passing through other rooms, shooting up through floors and ceilings, started figures rushing by and Superman burst through all the barriers between themselves and freedom, putting distance between them and Circe.

Until at last they were in the cool empty air above Metropolis. Superman shook himself, once, dust falling off his naked form, and then they were moving forward, his cock still wedded to her cunt. Right then and there, Lois knew that anyone looking up into the sky would see the bizarre sight of two people locked together in carnal union, dressed as pigs, his massive nuts aching for relief.

A relief that she was determined to give him, when it was safe to do so. Lois was ready to have his piglets.

She squealed softly, hoping he understood that it meant "I love you." He grunted back, but he was busy maneuvering between buildings. Not flying at random, at least she didn't think so. He was headed somewhere specific...but where?