Clear The Table; Lois Lane Is The Meat In The Sandwich

Ella Lane cleared the table, taking the strawberries and empty champagne bottle off to the couch. She left the lube within easy reach.

"I'm the strongest," Superwoman said. There was a moment where she spun around in a blur—and when she was visible again, she was completely naked, her hard cock jutting out. Lois sucked in her breath...and let it out with relief. The cock looked perfectly normal. Maybe six and a half inches long, the pubic hair shaved, but just a slightly above-average dick. Curiously, there were no testicles that Lois could see—the cock jutted out right above the cleft of Superwoman's pussy, like a massively mutated clitoris. "So I'll be on bottom."

So saying, the alternate universe Lois Lane laid down on the table, one hand holding her cock so that it pointed on the ceiling. She turned those violet eyes on the reporter she was prepared to impregnate.

"Sit on my cock."

It wasn't a request. Feeling self-conscious, Lois stripped out of what clothes she had left. Ella Lane was there, taking each article and folding it carefully. An oddly maternal gesture that made Lois even more self-conscious of the situation.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, dear." Ella Lane said. "Make sure you lube up first."

The reporter bit back a snarky remark—the advice was too practical to ignore. She grabbed a tube of strawberry lubricant and poured some of the room-temperature gel into her hand...and then, aware of the three sets of eyes on her, slid her slick fingers against her pussy lips...and then pushed her fingers inside. Lois huffed a little as she worked her fingers in and out a little, surprised at how hot she was feeling.

Must be the champagne, Lois told herself. I'm not...I'm not a slut. Just because I'm about to get double-teamed by a demonic dickgirl and my alternate universe counterpart with a cock. For the purpose of getting impregnated. While my mom watches.

Suddenly, Lois wished she had more campaign.

Turning her back to Superwoman, Lois bent her knees and angled herself downward...her alternate self's free hand came up, to grip Lois by the left hip, guiding her down until the head of the cock pressed against her pussy lips. A jitter of anticipation went through Lois Lane, her heart beating against her breastbone, the air hot in her mouth as she felt the familiar-yet-unfamiliar sensation of a completely unprotected, warm, hard cock slipping easily into her channel...and then she was just sitting in Superwoman's lap, the cock inside of her, her thighs on top of Superwoman's, and it was...good. Lois could feel herself wanting to move, wanting to fuck.

Blaze snapped her fingers, and her clothes vanished. The dark horns curled upwards above the pale white eyes, and the light in the room dimmed, so that they were almost in complete darkness, except for the glow of Blaze's gaze. Yet in that darkness, Lois Lane could still the outline of the demon's genitalia...and what she saw sent a shiver of fear up her spine, whole body tensing.