End: Blaze Confesses

"Lois," Blaze said. "Look at me."

The demon pressed Lois Lane onto her back on the bed, great crimson claws pinning the reporter's wrists to the mattress, the spiny, scaled cock pressed deep. From the reporter's point of view, the demon's horns framed the moon above, and the stars crowned her, so that the dark strands of Blaze's hair hanging in her face seemed like tentacles reaching down out of the cosmic darkness above.

"I saw you come in," Blaze said. "I...put myself in your way. Got you drunk. Got you hot. I wanted to fuck you...wanted you to fuck me. For ****, for leverage...for lust."

The demon's tongue stole out and slid across the reporter's lips. The human woman was hanging on her every word, her feet drumming on Blaze's ass, the chest heaving, nipples hard.

"You...haven't responded like I thought you would. I think...after all these centuries...I might..."

"You love my cunt, don't you?" The reporter purred.

"All of you," Blaze lowered her head and pressed her horns against the reporter's forehead. "I want all of you. For my own. Exclusively. Forever."

Lois smiled. It was a cruel smile. "I have to warn you: I'm high maintenance. I know what I want, and if I don't get it from you, I'll get it from someone else."

"And what do you want, you beautiful bitch?"

"What I told you: I want you to fuck a baby into me. You were talking all that good shit before about blowing my uterus up like a balloon...do it." The violet eyes stared up at the scarlet succubus in challenge. "Fuck me like no one else can...and I'll be all yours."

It must have been the magic of that night, working on them both. Alone in the desert, the wind blowing over the lonely dunes, with only the stars above to see them—lovers had made stranger oaths and declarations in circumstances far less strange. No doubt they meant it, at that moment, though each in their secret heart knew they might regret the words and promises they made later, when they were back in the cruel world...yet Lois Lane would have her wish.

The cock pressed deep. Spines on the demon's cock stiffened, stabbed outwards, and Lois Lane shook for a moment, too shocked to scream at the sudden piercing of her most sensitive, **** pussy...like a porcupine shaved into her cunt. Then the succubus's venom began to flow, and the reporter found her body swiftly relaxing, not paralyzed, but unable to move, everything going slack...

One dark claw caressed the reporter's face. "The toxin does not numb. It only relaxes your muscles. Even the involuntary ones. Too much, and your heart will stop. But just enough..."

The spined cock moved forward, dragging along the reporter's vaginal canal, opening little bloody scratches. The reporter made little glugging noises, unable to work her lips, or even to blink. There was pain, yes, but something else after that...Lois had heard how after getting a tattoo, people experienced a rush of endorphins...and that's what it felt like, that odd sense of elation, almost like she was high, flying...and then the demon's cock reached her cervix.

The sphincter, gateway to the reporter's womb, didn't stop it.

It pressed forward, and Lois shook in mingled pain and unnatural pleasure as the cervix pushed back...back...and finally something inside of her gave way, and the limp reporter felt herself pierced to her very core, where no one, not even her gynecologist, had ever been before. Blaze's tongue lolled out of her mouth, like a dog panting in the heat, her hot drool falling like rain on Lois Lane's face.

"So tight! Let's see how much you can hold."

The demon came, not like a mortal came. It was as though a tap simply opened up inside of her, and the dark sperm flowed forth. Pushed its way up the long channel of her cock, making the stiff member rumble like an old pipe as it passed through Lois Lane's bloody and scratched cunt. Then it began to pour into the reporter's poor, penetrated uterus...and Lois Lane imagined that old game she and her sister would play, filling up water balloons at the spigot, careful not to let them burst...

She could feel everything. More and more black cum pumped straight into her womb, as thick as jelly, as the demon purred in one long, continual orgasm, ejaculation stretched out from seconds to minutes...and the heat and weight were building up inside the reporter's womb, and she could hardly breathe because of the demon's venom, and a part of her knew, really knew, that there was no way she couldn't not be pregnant from this. A normal ejaculation was barely a tablespoon and one drop could still knock a woman up. This was...this was the dream of a demented cum-addict.

Lois Lane's uterus reached capacity, the organ aching to hold all the thick jizz, which was flowing back into her fallopian tubes...and the pleasures inspired by venom and penetration peaked, so that Lois quivered and shook, utterly unable to control a muscle but simply vibrating around the cock like some living sex toy, every conscious thought obliterated the reporter's brain was engulfed in pleasure-chemicals.

Then, with infinite slowness, Blaze began to draw her cock back. A little cry squeezed out of the limp reporter's throat as the spines scratched back along her cunt walls, and the human woman knew she would bear those scars all of her life, but it was worth it. Blaze was still cumming...and her hands lifted up the reporter's limp body, letting the blood rush to Lois Lane's head, and letting her impossibly thick jizz fill up the reporter's cunt, where it was rapidly forming a kind of rubbery plug...holding her cunt open, keeping the jizz deep inside of her uterus from flowing out...until, by the time the demon had removed her dick, Lois Lane still felt like full.

The sky above was lightening, as some strange and terrible dawn came.

"I hate to leave you," the demon said. "And perhaps next time, I will do the same thing to your ass. Yet for now, you need time to heal...and for conception to take place."

A scarlet hand tapped on the reporter's abdomen, containing her overpacked womb.

"My love...for such I call you...I will return for you some night, when you have healed. Not even the gods themselves will keep me away. You shall see..."

Lois Lane quivered, still high, irises dilated wide...and if she noticed when she was no longer looking at the stars, but at the cracked plaster of her own apartment ceiling, laying on her own bed. It would be hours before she came down...to feel the aches and pains that come from a night of love and lust with a demon...and the consequences of her night out.