Chapter 1: Introduction
The Daily Planet was unusually quiet as Henry moved expertly towards his desk. His muscles rippled pleasantly under his white button-up as he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair. The overhead lights cast a sickly glow over the expansive, open-plan room, giving the linoleum floors a polished sheen. Henry's booted feet padded softly on the surface as he approached the staff room to replace his travel mug with fresh Folgers.
As he neared Lois's favorite corner, he couldn't help but feel her presence beaming through the plumes of steam escaping the open breakroom door. He chuckled quietly to himself and quickened his pace.
"Corrigan, you son of a gun, look what the cat dragged in!" a male voice bellowed, nearly causing Henry to spill his scalding brew.
Henry froze in the doorway, slowly turning toward the oblivious, burly man, squinting against the glare.
"Good morning, Jimmy. I see you're in high spirits," he responded, trying to mask the residual shock from the unexpected greeting.
Jimmy grinned and spread his arms out wide. "You bet, pal! The city's hero is back in the building, and I couldn't be happier to see him!" he declared enthusiastically. Henry's face burned. He never seemed to have grown accustomed to accolades or praise, despite his role as both Superman and reporter.
Henry forced a smile. "I'm only here to do my job, Jimmy. That's all."
In the background, Lois perked up in her seat and looked over her glasses to watch their interaction with sharp, curious eyes. She was a sight for sore eyes today, with her curled black hair framing her high cheekbones just so and the generous scoop neck of her blouse giving him glimpses of what was underneath.
Henry couldn't wait to peel Lois out of those tailored pants and let her ride him senseless.
He wanted to feel her pussy clench around him and hear her scream his name as she came.
He strolled to her cubicle, where she typed furiously away at her computer. "Hey, babe," he said softly, bending down to nuzzle her neck. She smelled of jasmine and ink, a heavenly mixture that made his cock twitch in his pants.
"Henry," she breathed, letting her head fall to the side to give him better access. Her hand snaked up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
She turned her head and captured his lips in a fiery kiss, her other hand sneaking down to grip his thigh. Henry groaned into her mouth as desire pooled low in his gut.
Without breaking the kiss, he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to her feet, her chair scraping back against the linoleum. He pushed her back against her desk, the edge biting into the flesh of her upper thighs. The papers scattered across the surface crinkled as she ground her hips against him, seeking friction.
Her hands roamed down his back, nails dragging along his skin, and slipped under the waistband of his pants. Her fingers grabbed onto his ass cheeks, kneading the hard muscles there, pulling him closer to her.
Henry's grip around her waist tightened as he tore his lips from hers and trailed kisses down her neck, biting and sucking on the soft flesh. The primal growl that rumbled deep in his chest made Lois shiver in anticipation.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to grind his hips against her.
Lois could feel Henry's hard length, straining against the confines of his pants, begging for release. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples peaking under her blouse, aching for his touch.
Henry's hand wandered down from the small of her back, tracing the curve of her hip and slid under her skirt, pulling aside her lacy thong. He wasted no time plunging two fingers into her slick opening, causing her to gasp.
Her back arched off the desk, and Henry watched with raptured attention as her tits bounced with each thrust of his hand. He added a third finger and changed the pace, making her mewl and clutch at him.
"Oh, God, Henry, don't stop," she begged, her eyes half-lidded in her pleasure-filled haze.
"Watching you like this, Lois, it drives me fucking wild," he groaned, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
Lois's breathing hitched as she felt his teeth scrape the sensitive skin of her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "Fuck, Henry, you make me so hot," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Henry nipped at her ear once more before trailing a path of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. He traced the edge of her blouse with his tongue, teasing her exposed skin with every flick of his tongue.
"Let me see you," he growled, pulling back and staring deeply into her eyes.
Lois's chest rose and fell rapidly as she tugged at the buttons on her blouse, desperate to feel his skin against hers. "Fuck, yes, Henry," she breathed.
Henry reached forward, helping her with the buttons, and pushed the material aside. He groaned as her full breasts spilled out, her hard nipples begging for his touch. He bent his head and captured one pebbled tip between his teeth, eliciting a gasp from Lois.
He teased her with his tongue, alternating between licking and sucking until she writhed beneath him. He moved his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, while his hand never stopped moving between her thighs.
Lois's hands wandered over his shoulders, feeling the strength coiled beneath his shirt. She tugged at the fabric, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Henry obliged, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Lois's hands explored his muscular chest, tracing the lines of defined abs and pecs.
Henry shivered under her touch, lust pooling low in his gut. Her fingers dipped lower, settling on the waistband of his pants. She popped the button with a flick of her fingers, and Henry's cock sprang free, eager and ready.
Lois's breath hitched as she took in the sight of him. He was large and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him from root to tip. Henry hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking into her touch.
"Fuck, Lois, that feels so good," he groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as she continued to stroke him.
Henry couldn't take it any longer. He needed to be inside of her, to feel her heat envelop him. He pushed her back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide, and lined himself up with her entrance.
Without warning, he plunged inside of her, causing them both to gasp at the sudden invasion.
Her tight walls clenched around him, trying to adjust to his size. Henry's hips pistoned in and out of her at a steady pace, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge.
Lois's hand snaked between them, rubbing at her clit in time with his thrusts, sending her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her entire body tremble and spasm.
Henry watched as Lois came apart beneath him, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure.
He felt her walls clench around him, each wave of her orgasm pulling him deeper inside of her.
"Fuck, Lois, you feel so good," he groaned, his thrusts speeding up as he chased his own release.
Lois's hand abandoned her clit, instead gripping onto the edge of the desk as Henry plunged into her again and again. She could feel another orgasm building up inside of her, making her body tremble with anticipation.
Henry leaned forward, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss.
His tongue demanded entry, and Lois opened for him, moaning as his tongue explored her mouth. His thrusts became erratic as his climax neared, his hips slapping against hers with each brutal stroke.
Lois broke the kiss, her head falling back as she cried out in pleasure. Her walls clenched around Henry's cock, milking him for all he was worth. With a final thrust, Henry came undone, burying himself to the hilt inside of her as his orgasm tore through him.
Stars exploded behind his eyelids as he emptied himself inside of her, his hips still moving as aftershocks of pleasure wracked his body.
Lois's legs slipped from around his waist, and her arms fell to her sides, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Henry chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up to him.
He sat on the edge of the desk, Lois still straddling him, and breathed in her scent as he rested his forehead against hers. "That was incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.
She smiled, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. They stayed like that for a moment, just breathing each other in.
But as incredible as it was, they couldn't stay there forever. Henry gently pulled out of her and helped her get dressed, smoothing her hair and clothes back into place. He couldn't help but steal a few more kisses as they straightened themselves up, his hands lingering on her waist.
"God, I love you" Lois muttered, her forehead pressing against his chest.
Henry couldn't help but smile down at her, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I love you too, Lois" he whispered back, kissing the top of her head.
But as much as they wanted to stay in their own little world, they knew they couldn't. Henry pulled away, buttoning up his shirt and adjusting his pants as Lois smoothed down her skirt and tidied up her desk.
As they prepared to leave Lois's office.
Henry glanced around the empty expanse of the Daily Planet. His gaze landed on a faded poster of Clark Kent. He felt a twinge of guilt as he looked at it, wondering if he had done right by taking Clark's powers and life. But then, he thought, it was for the greater good. He was now Superman, and he had saved Metropolis from a dangerous alien invasion. Surely, that had earned him the right to live as Clark Kent?
Lois noticed the direction of his gaze. She walked over to him and gently took his hand in hers.
The warmth of her touch jolted him back to reality. "Are you okay, Henry?" She asked, her violet eyes probing his blue ones with concern.
Henry hesitated before responding, "Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking about everything that's happened," he said, gazing back at the worn-out poster of Clark Kent.
Lois nodded in understanding, "It's a lot to take in. But you don't have to carry it alone. I'm here for you, always." She leaned in and gave him a reassuring kiss.
"Come on, let's go get some coffee," she said, tugging at his arm.
Henry allowed himself to be pulled away, but not before casting one last look at Clark Kent's poster. As they made their way towards the breakroom, Henry couldn't help but notice the wary glances he received from his coworkers. It was clear that their newfound fame had caused tension, particularly with those who had been close to Clark Kent.
The atmosphere in the Daily Planet had changed since the alien invasion.