Seduce Superman

Alone now in her apartment, Lois Lane stared at the ultrasonic transmitter. Superman had given it to her for emergencies. She had taken to thinking of it as her "Get Out Of Jail Free" card, her last resort when she was captured with no way out—not something she admitted lightly. Using it like this felt like a betrayal of his trust. Of everything they could mean to each other.

The hunger gnawed at her. Lois pressed the button.

She left the glass door to the patio open. Threw off her clothes. The reporter lay down on the bed and ran a hand between her legs. Her pussy was wetter than she expected, her body nervous and hot. Lois slid her fingers into her slit, cupped one hand to her breast, teasing at a nipple.

I have to be ready when he arrives, I have to...

"Miss Lane?"

Faster than a speeding bullet, he was there. A shadow against the night. She turned to him with a moan, naked, wet, and waiting.

"Oh, Superman," she said. "You came."

She crawled to the edge of the bed, one hand reached out to grab his billowing cape and tug at it.

"Please," she said, pure desperation and lust in her voice, entirely unfeigned. "I need you."

"Lois..." he said at last, immobile as a statue. "I should...I was on patrol. People need me."

The naked woman stretched herself out, legs on the bed, hands clawing at his belt.

"You can't save them all," she purred. "Please. I'm ****. If you don't make love to me tonight, I might do something drastic."

All utterly true. She knew he could tell if she were lying. Something in her voice, her posture would set him off. Then four women, and maybe Lois herself, would be lost. But this was the bargain she had struck with Blaze...and though it broke her heart, she would see it through.

"I...I guess...I can spare a few minutes..." his resolve weakened as she undid his yellow belt and began to pull down his pants. It was the first step in what the demon had asked to do.