End: The Kryptonian Dragons Are Fucking

Out across the Atlantic, sailors watched as the long, sinuous forms coiled around and against each other. Great wings spread as a multitude of cocks and cunts along the long, scaled bodies slipped in and out of each other. Serpentine tongues from long snouts curled in and around each other. They grasped one another with **** talons, filled their lungs and roared.

They could not speak. Perhaps they could not think. They moved on instinct, wings flapping, racing across the sky. Sometimes their revels took them down almost to the level of the waves, the salt spray splashing agaisnt their backs even as salty seed dripped from their gaping slits. Then they would lurch up, toward the moon, as the air grew thin, their long necks coiled about each other, breast pressed against breast, rows of tits rubbing furiously, sharing their body heat.

Ever eastward they moved, on through the moonlit night. One by one, in their frantic copulation, a shard of kryptonite would be knocked away and fall glittering into the sea. It mattered little. Their tissues were suffused with the strange radiations, their bodies and minds overwhelmed with long-suppressed need, now given the terrible imperative of biological need.

It was time to breed.

Their position shifted. One, larger and more aggressive, slipped behind the other. Gripping its mate's neck in its jaws to hold it, the dragon used it wings to stabilize itself. A pink spiked cock, as long as a spear, slipped deep into a pulsing, undulating cunt. Their roars of passion shattered windows off the coast of Ireland. Sperm burst deep into the waiting womb, and the claws held the mate as it emptied itself entirely. A bulging knot grew to hold the seed in.

Strange and terrible are the transformations which red kryptonite can inflict...but they are all temporary.

Lois Lane awoke on the beach, at daybreak, as the incoming tide ran up her legs and floodedher sore, aching pussy. Perhaps it was a day later, perhaps two days. Lois wasn't sure which. She opened her violet eyes and found herself naked, legs spread, on a beach beneath a leaden sky.

She was not alone. Superman lay there, equally naked. Eyes closed, his magnificent body exposed. Lois ran her eyes appreciatively over the broad shoulders and well-defined pectoral muscles, with their triangle of heavy black hair. Let her eyes fall down his well-defined abs to between his legs...and she was not disappointed by the limp cock that lay between his legs.

The reporter's lips curled upwards as she laid her hand on it. She had always liked her lovers on the bigger side...

His eyes opened...blue eyes, as blue as the sky. Lois met his gaze, and her grin turned momentarily sheepish...and then he smiled back at her.

"We should get back to Metropolis," he said. "People will be worried we're gone."

Her palm rolled back and forth. She could feel the heat in his cock. Feel it start to tighten and swell.

"We should get some clothes and breakfast, too," she said. "After."

"After," he agreed, as the reporter lifted her leg and rolled over to straddle him. Rubbing her pussy over his bare prick as it hardened.

"We have a lot to talk about..." he said, staring down at where pussy and cock met. Lois Lane did not know, just then, what his X-ray vision saw as it pierced through layers of flesh and muscle. Saw a fertilized embryo attach itself, their genetics mingling, the cell already looking to divide.

It would be difficult to tell Lois that on her night out, she had knocked him up.