End: Blaze Cannot Keep Up

"Hurh hurh hurh hurh!" The demon pumped hard. Lois Lane's thighs clamped onto the scarlet hips, riding Blaze, squeezing her cunt. The reporter's clitoris was swollen and raw, but the reporter still reached down to rub the aching nub. Pain and pleasure were mingled, and Lois could see that Blaze was flagging.

There was no words between them. Just the thump of Blaze's ass on the floor, the wet squelch of the hard cock piercing Lois to the core, the huff of Blaze's breath as she struggled to draw in air, the little mewls from the reporter's mouth. Blood and black cum caked the reporter's thighs and dripped down Blaze's balls.

The frenzied fucking continued for a long time. Until Lois was sticky with dried sweat, and dawn was peeking through the window. Little by little, Blaze's efforts dwindled. Her breathing became ragged, eyes almost closed, tongue lolling out of her mouth. As her thrusts weakened, Lois Lane planted her knees on the floor and began to push herself up and down on the cock faster and harder.

Lois could feel herself near her limit...and she swam in the runner's high of the marathon sex session. Her legs and arms ached, her stomach rumbled with hunger, and she could hardly keep her eyes open for lack of sleep. Every stroke of her pussy on the cock was like a razor blade drawn across her skin, and she wasn't surprised to see bright red blood running out from deep inside her cunt, some fissure opened up in her pussy that was leaking crimson gore, bright and vivid compared to the faded, dusky pink of the demon's skin...

...and then Blaze stopped moving entirely.

The reporter wondered what was different about her. How she had drained the succubus to this point. A part of her wondered if she wasn't part succubus herself...if Blaze hadn't lost some of her own energy with each orgasm, and so exhausted herself in the futile attempt to sate the reporter's seemingly endless sexual appetite.

Ultimately, it didn't matter. She was so close...

"Come on," Lois said, planting her feet on the floor and holding her knees so that she could stab the demon's stiff prick as deep inside of her as possible. "One more time. I want to feel it. Fill me up. Don't you want to cum inside me? Get me pregnant? God, I need it so bad..."

As the reporter bounced up and down, a hollow rattle sounded from the demon's throat...and then Lois saw the figure begin to shrink and collapse in on itself. The scene was something only caught in glimpses, for Lois Lane's hand was a blur on her aching clit, and she was thrusting as hard and fast as ever...but she saw the flesh run like modeling claw, and there seemed to be no bones left at all...just flesh gathering beneath her, the cock getting firmer, almost seeming to swell within her, and Lois lane gasped in pleasure as she felt her already-punished pussy stretched wider than before, filled up liking nothing else...

The black seed struck her cervix and the reporter's entire body seemed to vibrate. She stopped and quivered, shaking with the sheer **** of the ejaculation. One, two, three hot spurts jetted into the back of her womb as she impaled herself fully on the massive crimson cock which was now all that was left of the demon Blaze...and Lois swore that she felt that third blast shred straight through her cervix and hit the back of her womb like a rifle bullet tearing through a paper target.

Lois collapsed onto her back, still impaled on the demon dick. One hand rested on her stomach. She could trace the outlines of the cockhead buried inside of her, distending her skin...and wondered if she really would get pregnant.

At the club, four women awoke from a terrible dream. Across the city, men and women touched by the demonic influence of Blaze found themselves free once again. Mystic portents written in the stars and whispered by all that flapped and crawled told of the mysterious defeat...and Lois Lane reached down and grabbed the swollen scarlet balls of her new toy, and whispered.

"Okay...but now, let's try anal..."

If a demon could know fear...the demonic dong of Blaze trembled in its terrible stiffness for the trials that lay ahead.