What Would You Give To Fuck Superman?

Lois was taken aback by the question. "Wha—"

Blaze smiled, the very image of a devil. "Come now. I've seen how you've looked at him. All those years reporting on him, all those lingering looks. You've wanted to fuck him for a long time. I bet you've dreamed about it at night...lain awake in the wee hours, rubbing your little slit, just thinking about it."

The reporter shuddered. It was like she was narrating her life. The private moments in her apartment, when the loneliness got too much. When some commercial-minded idiot had even brought for a "Man of Steel" dildo, she had even bought it...thinking it was a joke, but knowing by the way her heart raced that it was something else that drove her to Buy It Now...

Two weeks, waiting for the package. And when it arrived...it was actual stainless steel, a foot long and heavy. "Ten inches insertable length!" the seller had promised, but Lois had never dared test that, not even in the midst of her most horny, sweat-laden nights. It was hard work being an investigative reporter, not much time for romance. But she could rub herself with her Man of Steel, the cold hard metal punishing her pussy as she ground her clit against it, and she would think of him, wishing it was him.

"I do want to fuck him," Lois admitted.

"Ah, but that wasn't the question," Blaze chided gently. "Think about it...if I could guarantee Superman would make love to you tonight, what would that be worth? Peasant women have traded me many things for the love of kings and princes...their voice, their shadow, the promise of their first born...even their soul."

The pale white eyes without iris bored their way into the reporter's soul.

"I can do that Lois. I can give him to you. He already loves you. You both just need a little push. You can be happy together...so happy. All I need is a price."

Lois shuddered. She could feel the magic that bound them. It ate at her like a cramp, a bloating pressure that grew worse and worse. The longer she fought it, the worse it was, the truth there at the tip of her tongue, dying to get out. She had to give Blaze an answer.