Superman...I Guess...

No sooner did the words come out of the reporter's mouth than a shadow crossed the bronze belly that floated above the crystal clear waters. The other Lois Lane smiled up at the sky. It might have been a bird, or a plane...but no. The reporter's heart seemed to leap into her throat as she saw a naked figure float down from the sky. It was like a statue of some Greek demigod in the flesh. The rigid muscle of the broad shoulders, the trim waist like a boxer's, the buttocks that could crack diamonds...the naked Superman hovered over Lois, and his cock flopped down, the only part of him affected by gravity, to rest on that great amethyst tied to her navel.

Lois couldn't hear what they said. But she saw the smile on her other-self's face as the pregnant woman lazily tread water...and then Superman moved. His flaccid cock slid along the curve of that belly...between the valley of the swollen breasts...up the sweat-slick throat and over the crest of the chin...to deep into the wet and eager mouth, **** to suck him off.

"That could be you, Lois," Blaze said, as the Man of Steel's balls pressed against the woman's chin. "That could be your life, your baby, your mouth and no other's that he fucks."

The reporter swallowed hard. Her pussy was trickling now. She could feel the hot liquid slip down her leg, as though she had peed herself.

"At what price?" Lois said, her voice small and weak even in her own ears.

"A high one. Yet nothing more than you can afford," the demon assured her. "All I want is..."