End: "I Can't Wait For Superman To See You"

The demon's voice was filled with triumph, openly gloating—and at those words, the reporter broke out of her ecstatic reverie. There was no way to pretend that Blaze was driven by mere lust for the reporter's body or carnal desire to unleash her seed in a wet, warm, and willing hole. No, the scarlet succubus was interested in Lois Lane only as a means to an end; as an instrument of **** against Superman.

As a woman, Lois might have welcomed conceiving a child, before those words were spoken. But as Superman's friend, his ally, sometimes his chronicler—she could not allow Blaze to use her so. And as much as it hurt her to fight dirty, there was only one weapon she had left against the supernatural menace that now plunged its crimson cock over and over into her cunt.

"****!" Lois screamed, shrill and loud enough to shake even the plunging prick of the demon out of its pace. "****! HELP! RAAAAAPE!"

"What the hell are you—shut up, you slut!" Blaze's hand grasped the reporter's mouth in a moment, the brow between her horns furrowed in confusion at this sudden change in the reporter's demeanor.

The reporter's violet eyes blazed. Her teeth bit into the softer part of the demon's hand, and if she had not been a demon, blood would have flowed. As it was the demon frowned, though her hips continued to pump her prick mercilessly into the reporter's pussy.

"Calm down! What's the matter? We were having fun just a moment ago! Behave yourself, or I'll—"

Thumbs stabbed into the pure white eyes. It would have taken stronger nails than Lois Lane's to actually harm the succubus, but Blaze was so taken aback by the **** her grip loosened just for a moment...long enough for the reporter to slide off the stiff prick, rolling away from the demon.

Another breath, and Blaze was on her again, growling, angry. Lois grabbed the nearest object at hand—a lamp on the bedside table—and slammed it against the demon's rigid prick, porcelain shattering against the steely shaft of the demonic dickgirl. For a brief, frantic struggle, the battle raged throughout the apartment. The reporter did her best to keep her distance, throwing anything and everything that came at hand at the demon, who came forward on an on. Each blow, which inevitably fell against her crimson cock, paused her for only a moment...but with each moment Lois grabbed up some other object, gained half a step, so that the demon could never quite bring the reporter back into her arms, to crush her to her breast and stab that Satanic shaft back into Lois's dripping slit.

Such a contest could not last more than moments, and even then only because Blaze was still attempting to embrace the reporter without harming her—but the brief battle led the reporter into the bathroom, and she slammed the door in the demon's face, so hard that the cock burst a hole straight through the thin wood—and whatever patience was left in the scarlet succubus evaporated.

The door exploded in black lightning, and Lois shrieked and jumped into the shower to avoid the shrapnel. The scarlet succubus stepped through the ruined doorway, limned in an aura of jagged ebony electricity. She gestured at Lois, and the reporter's body rose into the air, constricted by crackling bands of black energy.

"You will serve my purpose, Lois Lane," the demon's voice utterly inhuman in that moment. "I would have brought you to the heights of pleasure, but if you insist on acting like this, I have no problem sating my lusts on your struggling for—"

A hand grabbed the crimson throat. There was a moment where the white eyes widened...and then a rush of air, as someone that was faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, bodily dragged the demon out the bathroom door.

Gently, the naked reporter tiptoed out of the bathroom, and surveyed the ruin that was her apartment. The glass door to the balcony was a gaping hole, broken glass covering the bed. Thunder cracked outside...there were distant booms...and then a very high-pitched, womanly scream, vanishing into the distance...

The reporter pulled the top sheet off the bed, as it was covered with broken glass and debris. The bottom sheet, however, was clean. Lois Lane bit her lip, knowing he was coming back...and she was still worked up, aroused and excited. The night was not yet over...and it might be, if she played her cards right, the Man of Steel might be in the mood for a reward...