Superman Was Watching The Entire Time

Brilliant scarlet rays burst through the monitors, which exploded in a hiss of sparks and the smell of burning electronics. Lois Lane blinked and recoiled, suddenly feeling immensely clear-headed...and consciously aware that she was still butt-naked and impaled on Icon's big black cock, his cum dripping out of her pussy. The reporter **** herself up, turned to look at the source of the heat-rays that had destroyed the computer...

...and saw Superman standing there, an impassable look on his face.

Lois turned around. Icon was staring at the Kryptonian impassively.

"Um...how much of that did you see?" The reporter asked the Man of Steel.

"Everything," Superman said, and Lois could almost hear the disappointment and heartbreak.

The Kryptonian turned to Icon and said something in a language that Lois didn't understand. The black man answered in the same language, and Lois looked back and forth, wishing one of them would switch back to English...and that her pussy would stop instinctively squeezing the rigid black dick that still hadn't softened inside of her. Bad as it was to have been caught by Superman like this, the reporter didn't like to just be ignored.

"Miss Lane," Icon said, his voice deep and somehow mournful. "I have just explained to Kal-El that you were...not entirely within your own senses, during our coupling."

Lois blinked. "What about you?"

"I pretended that their hypnosis was working, to better infiltrate this facility," the black superhero said.

"You succeeded in infiltrating the Daily Planet's greatest reporter," Superman replied dryly. "The question now is what we're going to do—Lois Lane is still under the effects of the programming, and if she isn't pregnant now, she will be soon."

"It is indeed a conundrum," Icon said, nodding his head sagely. "I can see only one solution—"