The Man of Steel

As Lois lay there, the alien depositing its loads inside her, the reporter almost fancied she heard a sound—like an airplane descending, but softer. With a groan she felt a terrible pressure deep inside, and knew that whatever it was implanting within her had reached the mouth of her womb...and then gasped in pain as the pressure increased, the object pressing against her cervix.

All the while the sound of the airplane grew closer...closer...and then there was a series of crashes and bangs, directly overhead, that almost seemed to shake the building. Lois screamed as the pain continued to heighten...and then part of the ceiling gave way, showering the room with plaster, and something red and blue touched down softly on the floor, eyes glowing a baneful red through the dust...

He was by her side in a moment, too fast fer her to actually see him take the intervening steps. One hand closed on the the black, hand-like thing clutching Lois' hips, it's ovipositor penetrating deep within. She blinked back tears. Grateful, and yet...ashamed, that he should see her this way.

"Superman..." her whisper was the only sound in the room.

The Kryptonian studied her, staring at her navel as though he was gazing straight through.

"Lois...I'm sorry. I'll tried to be gentle. But this is going to hurt."

The cunthugger made a squealing sound, like metal does when it's ripped apart, as he slowly but effortlessly broke each of it's finger-limbs, and dragged it away from her sex. Lois gawped to see the length of the ovipositor as he carefully extracted it, pulling it from her abused puss...and with a sigh of relief, she saw the two dark egg-like spheres dangling from the end of the translucent hose.

"Close your eyes, Lois. And look away."

She did as she was told. There was a flash of light, bright as a noon day sun, that left red afterimages on her vision, even with her eyes closed. A smell hit her, like burning rubber and plastic, foul and acrid. When she opened them again, there was nothing left of the alien except for a flaming black pile.

Gently, Superman wrapped him in his cloak, covering her nakedness. Cradled her in his arms, she snuggled against his chest, feeling the gentle warmth that always emanated from him. The cape smelled like him...like clean air and wash hung out to dry in the summer sun. Her pussy was on fire, ravaged and raw, and she whimpered a little.

"It'll be okay, Lois." His whisper was soft and reassuring. "I'm here now. I'm here."

The reporter barely noticed when he began to float back toward the hole in the ceiling, carrying her with him.