End: Black Adam Tears Blaze In Half Before Lois Lane's Eyes, Then Demands A Blowjob

Black Adam moved faster than Lois Lane could see. One moment the scarlet succubus stood with her back to the reporter. The next moment, the crimson claws on Blaze's toes scraped the floor. Adam's hands were wrapped around the demonic dickgirl's neck. Something happened up there. The flash of hellfire. The heat of a lightning blast. Then...

On the floor, the reporter stared up in horror as Black Adam's forearms bulged. Blaze began to spasm, her limbs flailed wildly...desperately...no curses or shrieks of pain, just a kind of throaty whistle. Lois saw the huge fingers of Adam dig into the crimson flesh of Blaze's neck. Black blood oozed and squirted as fingers that could rip steel apart slowly broke that scarlet skin.

There was an audible crack as the demon's neck broke. Her scarlet form went limp. He drew her horned head to his chest, elbows raised until parallel with the floor...and then with a single convulsive movement of both arms, he tore the demon in two. The skin ripped down the length of the scarlet succubus' spine, and a hot arterial spray doused the fallen reporter in gore as Black Adam spread his arms wide...and let the two halves of the demon Blaze drop to the floor.

Where they twitched, not dead but sorely hurt, only to fade into dark clouds of sulfurous smoke.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Lois murmured in utter shock and horror.

Black Adam stared down at her, his hands dripped with gore as he planted his fists on either side of his hips, where a wide gold sash was tied. The reporter's eyes fell to the dark bulge in his pants, which seemed even larger, so that Lois could almost see the outline of the cock inside as it strained to be free.

"Worship my cock with your mouth," Black Adam said, his harsh voice dropped to a conversational tone.

Lois Lane, whose face still dripped with Blaze's blood, stared up at him, her mouth agape.

She stared at his crotch. At the corpse of the ancient wizard. At the two dark scorch marks where what was left of Blaze had crawled off back to hell to lick her wounds. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter swallowed hard. Raised her head to meet his gaze, her violet eyes pleading.

To stare into dark eyes as utterly hard and impenetrable as the mountains of Khandaq. Eyes that had stared down gods, monsters, demons, and wizards without flinching. She had seen firsthand what Black Adam could do to those.

So it was, Lois Lane brought herself up onto her knees and reached for that golden sash. Her hands did not tremble as she undid the knot, and let the scrap of cloth fall away. Reached up for the waistband and pulled it down. The hairless, veiny cock that emerged was all of seven inches long, darker than the rest of him, with a head almost black in color, so that the urethra stood out like the scarlet pupil of a some great serpent's eye.

It wasn't circumcised.

The dust of ancient empires might have puffed from that prick as Lois pulled the foreskin back with her hands. An electric charge built in the air, and Lois could feel the hairs on her arms and legs stand on end as the static charge built. Black Adam grinned as Lois Lane's tongue scraped the white smegma from the hidden folds where it had built up beneath the foreskin. Smelled the rank, unwashed prick. Tasted the leathery skin. Felt the odd heat that pulsed from it.

A part of her was numb, or in shock. She found herself going about her business as if this was any other cock. As if Black Adam couldn't simply engulf her head in one huge hands and crush her brain to pulp. Found herself opening her mouth as wide as she could to engulf that swollen cockhead, with every intent of draining the hairless balls that dangled between Black Adam's legs like a pair of chicken eggs.

Her hands grabbed the base of his shaft. She felt the static charge build and build, as her head and mouth worked on his cockhead. Lois Lane bobbed her head with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Like a porn star during a critical shoot. Like a devoted whore giving her all to her best john. Like a loving wife.

Like her life depended on it.

The reporter's heart hammered in her chest. She moaned around his dick. Let her drool drip out of her mouth and down her chin. Raised her eyes to stare up, past the golden lightning bolt embossed on that massive chest, to see those dark eyes meet hers. The tiniest, faintest hint of a smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

Then she felt his cock throb. It swelled. She sucked hard, pulled her mouth away toward the tip....and his hand was there, to hold her in place. A tiny electric pulse froze every muscle in her body.

"Swallow," Black Adam ordered.

Not that he needed to say it. Lois couldn't move as the hot spunk blasted from the tip of his cock. Her throat was open, the ballsnot simply hit the back of her throat and oozed down in thick, runny streams. There was nothing Lois could do to stop it as the load hit her stomach...but as Black Adam gave a contented sigh, he pulled back, and left the last drizzle of his seed on her tongue. Where it sat, salty and bitter.

Until the electric shock ended. Until Lois Lane looked up into his eyes and swallowed the last of that sticky semen.

Somehow, she knew, that no matter how many times she brushed her teeth, she would never feel like her mouth was clean again.

"You did well," Black Adam said as he tucked his cock away, and re-tied the golden sash with crisp, practiced movements. "Perhaps I will seek you out again, my beauty, when next I need my cock cleaned."

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended. On her knees. Alone. Unharmed, at least physically. In time...perhaps minutes, perhaps hours...the Daily Planet's greatest reporter would pick herself up off the floor. There was a long walk home ahead, a date with some mouthwash. She resolved, sometime during that walk, to never speak of this night again.

Though she knew that Black Adam meant what he said. And she hated the little tickle of excitement in her pussy, the spot of dampness that came with the expectation that he would return some dark night to use her mouth again...and once again, she would be unable to deny him. Completely within his power.

Why does that excite me? Lois Lane asked herself. Yet she did not then have an answer.