End: "Make Me Bleed"

A sort of mania settled on Lois Lane, as that demonic dick stood once more at the entrance to her now virgin pussy. The devil-may-care attitude that sometimes drew the insatiable reporter again and again into the most dangerous situations. It was the part of her that she normally repressed, the thrill-seeker, the masochist, the carnal curiosity-seeker who could only be let out in rare moments. She thrilled at the sudden, bizarre change of circumstances, and she began to babble excitedly.

"Ram it in!" she grinned. "Bust my cherry! Break my cunt open! I want to feel it like the very first time."

"That," the demon Blaze said, "I can guarantee."

The cock looked huge now, not like a human penis at all. Eight or nine inches of angry red flesh, thick as her wrist beyond the head, the tip twisted into itself into a kind of pointed, fluted barb, the urethra drawn out into a tube. Small bumps emerged on the surface as Lois watched, hard lumps that resolved themselves first into flesh spikes, and then extended themselves into inch-long quivering tentacles, the tips darkly pointed, the bodies pale pink. It looked like some deep sea anemone, designed to draw in and capture prey.

But as it pressed against the entrance to her pussy, Lois felt that it was very real...and very hard. As rigid a pillar of flesh as had ever touched her down there. Obscurely, she thought of how certain animals have an actual bone in their penis, and wondered then if Blaze had something like that.

"Are you ready, sweetmeat?" Blaze asked.

"No," Lois swallowed. "But do it anyway."

The moment of apprehension was worse. The reporter's heart leapt into her throat as the pressure on her hymen gradually increased. The labia peeled apart by the mass of the swollen scarlet shaft. Intellectually, Lois knew that she couldn't possibly feel the thin membrane stretch as the pointed tip gradually fit into the entrance to her cunt....and then, with a rush, the cock plunged forward, burying the entire length of itself inside of the reporter in a single thrust that ripped the poor hymen into shreds.

The intrusion was so sudden, the pain so intense, that for a moment Lois actually felt her heart stop. She felt like an iron spike had been driven straight into her body, the little tendrils dozen points of added pain. Her eyes bulged, hands sank into Blaze's back, nails clawing at he demon's flesh in a pure rictus, her whole body frozen.

Slowly, very slowly, the reporter remembered to breathe. She still couldn't move, the enormity of the intrusion feeling like it had completely destroyed her cunt, ripped deep into her bowels, the sharp tip puncturing the uterine wall and driving its head deep inside her guts. But she knew that wasn't the case. Lois had felt this before, once. As a young woman, just exploring her sexuality. Knew now as on older, wiser woman, what had actually happened.

A part of her was glad. Immeasurably, strangely glad, to have experienced it again. As she **** her body to relax, Lois realized that she was banishing a demon of a different sort from her life, confirming to herself something that she had long suspected but never been able to test.

She was okay. It hurt, and when she looked down there was definitely blood, bright red, around the base of Blaze's dick. But she was alive. She was okay. Lois had taken it once, and snow, she knew, she could take it again.

Insider her, the dick-tentacles began to squirm.

"You are full of surprises," Blaze murmured, as she felt the reporter relax into her arms. The demon gripped Lois carefully and stood up, still keeping the reporter firmly impaled on her cock. "Others would scream, shout, beg, wail in pain..and perhaps some masochist sluts would beg for more. But you have faced your fear and pain and gone through the other side, haven't you?"

The reporter mustered her courage as she raised herself up and stared the demonic dickgirl in the eyes. "Yes."

The demon sighed. "Then I shall waste no more time with you."

Pinpricks stabbed into the reporter's pussy from the inside. She felt something unaccountably wet down there, a sudden urge like a need to pee, and looked down at herself. Threads of black liquid were flowing out of her pussy among the bright blood of her busted hymen.

"Did you cum in me?" she asked, too emotionally numb to really get upset about it.

"I have given you a gift. One of vaginal regeneration." The demon lifted Lois off her squirming dick with superhuman strength, setting the reporter down on numb feet. A black ooze splattered from her pussy onto the floor, her inner thighs caked in red and black slime...but before her eyes, the labia itself seemed to close, becoming once more the tight twat that it had been at the beginning of the night.

The demon sighed, shrinking as she resumed a more human form, skin returning to a Mediterranean tan, horns retracting into her brow. Even the cock shrank to something more human in size and scope.

She walked away from the shocked reporter.

"Good bye, Lois Lane. Pray we do not meet again...or I may give you more gifts."

That was how the reporter ended up, naked and so strangely transformed. She would meditate on the demon's words as she dressed and walked out of the club, bundled in her own thoughts, trying to make sense of the experiences of the last few hours. Wondering what the future might hold for her, with an ass that could take anything, and a pussy that always healed itself back to teenage tightness. She had come for answers, and would come away only with more questions...and, perhaps, something else.

But that is another story.