End: Lois Accepts The Terms

"Ow!"

Lois Lane winced as the screen cracked beneath her thumb, a splinter of glass drawing blood. However, the phone still seemed to work—Lois saw the window vanish and a shower of black sparks filled the screen as the words DMN PREMIUM UNLOCKED floated across the screen.

Quickly, the reporter pointed the phone down at the demonic dick stretching out her slit and hit the UNDO button.

Like magic, the cock vanished. Lana Lang's crotch humped the air for a few thrusts longer, her pussy slamming against the reporter's own pussy...and the reporter noted with chagrin that a black, viscous goo was oozing from her fresh-fucked pussy. She reached down and pulled out the shattered and broken remains of the condom.

I really have to get a morning-after pill, the reporter thought ruefully.

Lana Lang blinked. Her big blue eyes looked down and surveyed her lover.

"Oh gosh!" the redhead said, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red as fresh blood flushed her face. "Did I do that?"

"Hmm-hmm," Lois said. "You know, good girlfriends eat their girlfriend's pussy out after they cum in them."

The redhead swallowed. "Are we...girlfriends?"

Lois grinned playfully. "Well, if you ever want to play with a cock again..."

Lana's eyes went wide, her mouth condensed into a little "O" of surprise as she realized what the raven-haired reporter meant. Quietly, but with a smile on her face, the redhead got down on her hands and knees and brought her lips to the reporter's spunk-spattered slit.

The reporter couldn't wipe a smile off her face as she began to explore the DMN app again. Apparently Premium unlocked a lot of options...there were buttons for genital switching, bonus points for creampies that could be spent on further upgrades, a big bonus for successful impregnations...and cocks and pussies and things Lois didn't even have names for, genitals of every description. All at her fingertips.

Lois bit her lower lip as Lana's tongue scooped jizz out of her pussy. Her heart thumped against her breastbone as she wiggled her hips, willing her new girlfriend to push in further, careless of what would get pushed along deeper as she did that. The reporter decided that she could get used to having a personal pussy-licker in her life. And the thought of returning the favor was starting to make her mouth water.

The endless scroll through the options of the DMN app stopped as Lois came across the Big Futa option. Lois Lane's smile grew a little wider...

As Lana Lang's mouth enveloped the reporter's clit, the reporter tapped the broken screen. The blue eyes widened in surprise as a stiff pink hose suddenly filled her mouth. She coughed and sputtered, gagging, and Lois grinned as her girlfriend drew herself up to look at the nine inches of limp dick, which exactly matched the color of the reporter's own skin.

"And what are you going to do with that?" Lana Lang said.

"Well," Lois heaved herself onto her feet. "I think we're going to get dressed. Go back to my place, clean the filth of the night off of us," she held out a hand to Lana. "And then I can see how much of this big dick I can stick up your pussy."

Lana took her hand.

"And after that...I can fuck you again?"

"Of course," Lois said with a grin. "With DMN Premium, there are no limits!"

Hand in hand, the women wandered out of the bathroom. Their thoughts were already on what they would do when they got to Lois Lane's apartment. No thought given to why they had first come to the club, or work tomorrow, or anything else.

No thought to the little message that pinged onto the screen.

Impregnation Bonus +100 points!