End: Blaze Fucks Lois Lane's Ass Slowly, Savoring Every Moment

They had all night...and Angelica Blaze was determined to use every moment. An uncharacteristic whimper came from Lois Lane's throat as they laid down on their side, one of Blaze's arms nestled around the reporter's throat, the other lifting up Lois' right leg...and the cock slowly slid in and out. The most gentle, careful gut-fuck imaginable....not stopping until those balls pressed against the reporter's labia, until Lois winced with pain as she felt her ass opened to its fullest extent...and Blaze would hold it there, stretching out the moment of discomfort, her tongue exploring the reporter's ear...and then drawing back out, feeling Lois tremble in relief, the instinctive squeeze of that ring of muscle around the retreating cock that threatened to pull Lois Lane's ass inside-out.

It was the most exquisite **** that Blaze could devise...and whenever the pain grew too great, when the reporter hovered on the brink of unconsciousness, when her ass threatened to give up, the devilish dickgirl would whisper about the missing women—titillating the reporter's curiosity, drawing her back to the present, letting her piece together the story of four co-eds who, ****, had ended up down in Cancun, penniless and without passports, learning how to sell their ass in exchange for room and board.

"But you can save them," Angelica whispered, laying a kiss on the reporter's neck, Lois Lane's stomach distending as the cock bottomed out inside of her once again. "I can tell you where they are...help you get them back."

The dickgirl loved to see humans like this...utterly powerless to their own desires, holding onto their rational minds by their fingernails. When driven to such extremes, they might do...anything...

"Be mine. Carry my child. Let me make love to you, every day..." Blaze let her tongue push into the reporter's ear...and Lois was no longer hearing the words themselves, but the long red tongue seemed to be sliding into her skull, the dickgirl's voice echoing in her skull.

Be my pregnant slut. Watch yourself swell with life. Your aching tits growing heavier, nipples darker. Stomach swelling, day by day. Mother's body filling out. Clothes getting tighter. The knowing eyes of your coworkers as they see the changes in your body. Eyes asking questions as you show more, week by week. The hard talk with your boss...maternity leave...shifting assignments...Clark will be hurt, but he'll understand...you need to be with the baby's sire after all...

Lois gasped aloud, eyes rolling up in her head, seeing nothing. Her ass was a burning ring of fire, and the cock inside of it felt as thick as a baseball bat. The fleshy pad of Blaze's finger rubbed at the reporter's clit, and a terrible anticipation rose up suddenly in the reporter's body, her breath coming short. It was as if Angelica was dictating her future...

Love Blaze...love her cock...all my holes belong to Blaze...save the women...get fucked...save the women...get fucked...fucked...fuck...fuck...fu...

Blaze held Lois as the reporter's exhausted body tensed in climax. The words and images sank deeper into the reporter's brain as silver stars exploded in the reporter's vision. Her aching, burning ass was like an open wound, butt and wires began to cross in the reporter's...experiencing such pain and pleasure at once...confused the two sensations...and Blaze continued on and on, coaxing climax after climax, the reporter alternately languid and writhing as word and sensation sank deeper and deeper into her pliable mind.

Until, near dawn, Lois gasped out the words Blaze had been looking for...and an accord was struck.

Come dawn, they were in Lois Lane's bed. The reporter was face down, slim pale body sheened with sweat. Between her ass, the formerly pert pink pucker was now an angry red, swollen and bloated, half-pushed out. Lois Lane's exhausted body spasmed, and the asshole quivered, then spat out a thin black stream of Blaze's cum.

The demon smiled, her sated dick limp between her legs like a python after a meal. There was more where that came from.

Black goo oozed from the reporter's right ear. In her dreams, she relived the events of the night. Every wrong decision, every time when she could have made a different choice, everything that led her to this point...and yet to Lois Lane, it seemed as if a strange red hand had guided her steps. As if she had been destined from the beginning to be Angelica Blaze's cock sleeve, her baby mama, her broodmare, cum bucket, jizz rag...

The dickgirl reached out and gave Lois Lane's ass an appreciative squeeze. It felt so good sometimes, to be evil. There was only one thing that could make her triumph over Lois Lane greater.

"Say, sweetmeat," Blaze said as she rolled over, the great meaty cock falling onto the reporter's lower back. "Didn't you say you had a sister?"

And as for that betrayal...and the future generations of the House of Blaze...well, that is another story.