End: Blaze's Dick

"Beg pardon?" Blaze asked.

"You heard me," Lois Lane said.

They were in the reporter's apartment, at her kitchen table. The kettle was on the stove, two cups and teabags ready. Lois repressed a yawn; they had been negotiating for some hours, and it was wearing on her.

At first, Blaze had offered money. Lois had countered by wanting to reverse global warming. Slowly, she had felt out the limits of what Blaze would or could offer, the boundaries within which the demon could make any deal. While the scarlet succubus' powers were great, they were not infinite; further, the wish had metaphysical constraints, so that it had to directly benefit Lois Lane herself somehow.

"So, no ending world hunger?" Lois said. "I mean, I could eat."

"Too universal. I'm a demon, sweetmeat. Overly broad or humanitarian wishes bring out my inner monkey's paw. I can make you rich, or powerful, and that will let you accomplish many other goals. If you wish to be SUperman's perfect mate, for example...or have Lex Luthor's wealth...say the word." The demon said.

The kettle began to whistle. Lois continued the negotiations. She knew that time was getting on, and Blaze had been very clear what happened if dawn broke and they hadn't reached a deal.

"If we cannot come to another agreement, the standard contract applies. Your soul in exchange for the default package of magical powers. You become a Satanic witch. On the other hand, I must accept any fair terms for your soul you propose, or forfeit." Blaze reminded her unnecessarily as Lois poured the tea.

Seeing that wealth alone was not enough to entice the reporter, Blaze had switched to offers of power...very specific powers.

"The body you want...full control of your reproductive cycle...orgasm on a whim..." Blaze ticked them off as the tea steeped.

Which is what had given Lois the idea.

"What about a cock? Could you give me a dick and balls? Right above my pussy? Best of both worlds?" The reporter asked.

"Certainly. Easiest thing in the world. Any size, shape, or color, fully functional...is that what you want?" Blaze stirred a bit of milk into her tea.

"Well," Lois said. "For starters."

So they had gone into the nitty gritty details. Lois Lane wanted the full suite of rporductive control for both male and female organs. Able to control her male ejaculations and female climaxes. The exact arrangement of the anatomy. They were not far off from dawn, and the tea cups were empty, when Lois dropped her final requirement.

"I want all that," she said. "But I also want it to be your cock."

Minutes ticked by. Blaze stared at the reporter, not sure what her game was.

"Come on, I've offered a deal. Those are my terms. My soul, for your cock and the powers to use it correctly. Seems fair."

The demon stood. Her dark horns crackled with black power. She seemed to swell, her body quivering with barely-contained energy. Lois Lane felt a surge of hope...if Blaze denied her terms, then she forfeit...

"You want my cock, Lois Lane?" Blaze's voice made the table and glassware rattle, like the rumble of thunder.

"Yes!" Lois said, certain that she had pushed the demon to the very edge.

There was a clap and peel of thunder. Darkness burst up from the kitchen floor, like a bolt of black lightning, and for a moment darkness reigned...and when Lois opened her eyes again, she saw that Blaze was gone, with only a smoking scorch mark to denote her passing. The reporter grinned, elated at her success...

...and then nearly doubled-over as her first erection got caught in her too-tight pants. Swearing and gasping, Lois struggled to pull down the shiny red club-pants...ripped off the panties...and from between her legs sprung a sizable scarlet schlong, swollen with purple veins, and a correspondingly massive set of testicles.

"Great Caesar's Ghost," Lois Lane whispered, dumbfounded, as her new-bought dick dribbled precum on the table.

Something fled out of her then...and the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter knew that she had both won and lost tonight. She had found out what had happened to the missing women...but in so doing, she had lost that intangible, immortal part of herself.

Lois Lane stared down at her throbbing erection. With an effort of will, she knew, she could make it go flaccid...or ejaculate, intensely, automatically. Many people would kill for such a cock and such a power...but it was like ashes in her mouth. Her new testicles throbbed and ached, her cock was as unyielding as an iron bar.

"What profits a woman, to gain a cock but lose her soul?" she wondered.

As dawn broke over Metropolis, and Lois Lane's night out ended, she knew she would have to find out. Yet that is another story.