End: A Cumpire Is Powered By Cum...

...and the cum of a superhuman gives them tremendously more power than that of a normal human.

Power crackled out of the core of Lois Lane's being, like a miniature sun had been unleashed in her stomach. Her mind expanded into new senses, her muscles burned with ferocious energy. She could hear the sperm being generated in the testes of every man of age for miles, feel the shift and flow of hormones in the club outside, taste the buzz of lust in the brains of every horny human being in Metropolis.

In that moment, she tasted what it was to be Superman.

Breaking Blaze's mental control over her was almost an afterthought.

Lois Lane drew her lips off of Clark Kent's dick. She smiled up at him, knowing him now, who he was.

"Clark...Superman. There's a couple of demons downstairs," she said, licking her lips. "And at least four women who have been turned into cum-zombies. Want to go kick ass for truth, justice, and the American way?"

Clark pushed the glasses back up on his nose...and then sighed and took them off, tucking them into the pocket of her shirt. "Just give me a moment to get changed."

Blaze was in her lair, slopping a gallon of fresh spunk into the trough for the cum-zombies, when she thought to check on her new cumpire. Silently, the demon stretched out her mind to see through her puppet's senses...and realized, after a moment without response, that the link between them had been severed.

The demon had time to blink and mutter "Oh fuck me."

The wall collapsed in an explosion of dust and broken brick. Revealed in the dim light was a hatefully familiar red-and-blue figure...and next to him, the newborn cumpire.

"Traitorous slut!" The succubus hissed. "How did...you..."

She saw the slight damp stain on Superman's red shorts. The mental calculations took only a few seconds. Blaze figured it out a moment before Lois Lane's fist smashed into her face. Cartilage crunched beneath the reporter's knuckles, and then the crimson demon was flying backwards, crashing into a wall.

"Nice hit! But you'll need to watch your new strength," Superman said. "At least, around humans. Excuse me a moment."

There was a terrific roar and the sound of breaking wood and stone. Lois turned to see the mammoth bestial demon, inhumanly huge cock swinging, crush through the tunnel. Superman slammed into him at speed, and the two superhuman figures were temporarily lost from sight. The impact of their blows shook the foundations.

The women had their faces in the trough, mindlessly gulping up the demonic jizz with their hands. Lois lifted the whole thing out of their hands, tipped it up and opened her mouth. She felt the mindless hands scrabble at her, but Lois floated a few feet above the floor.

"Sorry ladies," she said. "This is too dangerous for you!"

The cumpire tipped her head back and let the thick, rich salty load flow. She didn't even swallow, just opened her throat and let it slide down, her stomach instantly converting the satanic spunk into strength. Lois could feel her muscles growing, hardening, body ripening as her power grew.

It wouldn't last, Lois knew. Even now, as she drained the last few rivulets of the Satanic cum, she could feel that her hunger was only sated for a moment. Soon, she would need to feast again...and, thinking of Superman again, she knew that she was prepared to get on her knees and drain him dry every night.

Casually she crushed the trough in her hands. Somewhere, Superman punched a demon. Blaze crawled out of the wall, one horn broken, purple blood dripping from her crushed nose.

Lois cracked her knuckles. It had been a long, strange night...and promised to be the first of many such. For now Metropolis had a new heroine. A nightstalker, a creature of darkness, whose hunger was bottomless.

"Prepare to feel the wrath," she said. "Of the Cumpire!"