Get Lament Into A Mating Press

"If you want to be mated," he said, pushing woman-and-symbiote onto the bed. "Then you need to assume the position. Grab the back of your knees, ankles above your head."

"Yesssss!" Lament hissed, as Superman removed his cape and shirt, boots and pants. To stand there like some Grecian statue of old, erect and perfect. Lament bit her lip, the crimson symbiote squirming over her body, fanning out across the bed like scarlet wings, or perhaps a cape and cowl.

He knelt on top of her, hands clutching at her ankles and forcing them back. Lament shook with desire at this show of manly ****, the apex predator put into its place by its chosen alpha...and then his steely prick pressed against her cunt lips...expertly Superman guided it to the tip of Lament's tunnel, as small tendrils rose from her mask to caress his face...and with a terribly, cunt-busting precision he pushed into her, all at once.

The shock rang through woman and symbiote at once. Tightly bound as they were, neither were prepared for the swiftness, totality, and fierceness of Superman's thrust, the whole of his big prick plunging into her at once, bottoming out in her gushing slit like it was a key made for her lock alone...

...and then he began to fuck her.

The bedsprings screamed as his penis became a blur. It slammed into Lament's symbiote-enhanced pussy at such speed that the woman could not even feel the individual strokes, just the constant aching pounding that sent vibrations throughout her entire body, bones resonating at strange frequencies, muscles wobbling like jelly, the whole fluid mass of the symbiote shaking like a liquid pool upon the bed.

Her cunt burned from the friction, so hot that it almost felt like steam should erupt from the abused hole, and yet his hands remained steady on her ankles, his blue eyes piercing as they stared down at the hybrid creature whose very womb he threatened to stab and burst asunder with every stroke. Lament was rattled by the severity of the lovemaking, the utter inhuman power of her chosen mate...and somewhere in there, ever so slightly, their bond fell out of synch, just for a moment.

Which is exactly when Superman struck.

His eyes glowed, bright as noon, and Lois and the symbiote hissed as the blistering light filled the whole room, her skin burning all over, the symbiote tried to retreat from the terrible ****, pulling at the reporter's body and mind, and never did Superman miss a single stroke.