End: A Deal With The Devil

The clock struck midnight. Somewhere out there, the bells of the Metropolis Cathedral tolled...and the door to the room opened, though no hand touched it. The figure who walked through was tall, and in the dim light her blood-red skin was almost black. The pale white eyes glowed softly in their dark sockets, like holes into some infinite white space, and Lois could only see the outline of her...the shadows of horns, of wild hair like a mane, long lean limbs barely covered by a swishing garment that left legs, arms, and midriff bare.

"Ella Lane," the voice spoke in English, though with an accent Lois had never heard. "Your contract is up. Will you give to me what you promised?"

"I—"

Lois slapped her hand over her mother's mouth. The naked reporter stared at the dark figure, majestic as Satan in the shadows, and gave the only answer she could.

"Yes. Take me. Let my mother go."

"Such fidelity," the demon stalked closer. One shadowy claw reached out, and lifted the reporter's chin. "It moves me. What if I offered you your life and soul, Lois Lane? In exchange for that of your firstborn daughter."

"I don't have a daughter," Lois said...and then her eyes lowered to see something stiff lifting up the skirt between the red thighs.

"Ah. But you will," Blaze's hand slid up to press her palm against the reporter's forehead. "I guarantee it."

Behind her, Ella Lane's cold fingers clamped onto her daughter's naked arms.

"Mom?" Lois tried to turn her head...and saw the skin growing tight against her mother's skull, the hair now white and fine as silk as the dark eyes sunk into deep pits. Bony fingers clamped tight.

"You've freed me, Loissss..." the spectral corpse hissed as she drew her daughter back onto the bed, and **** her shoulders down. "Now I will ssssave you..."

The breath whistled between a lipless mouth. The skin and flesh was flaking off of her mother's body, leaving only a naked skeleton. Between the reporter's legs, something warm and hard squirmed, like a great worm, sliding in between her lips...and Lois Lane's back arched as she remembered the feel of her mother's tongue.

It was like a carnal nightmare. The demon's hands held the reporter's thighs apart as she thrust, the cock sliding in and out of Lois Lane's belly...and each time it hurt, or grew uncomfortable, Lois had a flash of memory as if reliving a moment in her mother's arms, with her tongue buried in her mother's twat, a hand full of her mother's soft breast or ass...and the kindly skeleton held the writhing woman down as pale bone grew paler still, color draining from it until it seemed to be a skeleton of glass, fragile and brittle, nearly invisible in the darkness.

A strange heat built in Lois Lane's stomach. She could feel her nipples hard, and warm tears trickled from her eyes. Her body was moving on its own, hips rising to meet the demon's thrusts, welcoming the dark dick deeper into her depths with every wet squelch. Memories crowded in on her. Her mother's lips sucking on her breast, teeth teasing her nipple, fingers caressing her clit, sliding down her stomach, toying with her asshole...and though the reporter tried to fight it, as pale, luminous smoke lifted up from the skeleton toward heaven, Lois shuddered and cried and screamed...

...and she awoke alone, in a dark room. Something hot dribbled out of her slit...and Lois looked up toward the ceiling and thought she saw, in the shadows, a familiar shape...lips moving as if to whisper "I love you"...and then it was gone.

Lois Lane was left, laying in the wet spot on the mattress, her cunt throbbing after the hard fucking she'd just received...and she cried for a long time into the night, not sure what exactly she had lost...and gained...by her night out.