End: Blaze Is Following

They stepped into a large enclosed space, hot and humid enough to immediately raise a sweat. Lois Lane glanced up at a vaulted ceiling supported by mammoth bony ribs; the walls were pulsing skeins of flesh. Glowing bulbs that hung from the ceiling like the lures of anglerfish provided a ruddy light. As Thornton half-carried, half dragged her down the main aisle, the reporter's feet tripped on pulsing veins as thick as her wrist...all leading toward their goal: a slab of black glass that stood at the far end of the cathedral. The veins all seemed to lead to there.

There were no rows of pews as one might expect in a true church...but the great ribs ran straight down to the floor, and in between them Lois could see things move in the fleshy walls. Feminine figures squirmed between those bony columns, their breasts clearly distinct as they pressed against the taut skeins of skin or integument...

The whole charnel scene swirled around Lois Lane as the **** took effect. The smartphone in her ass continued to buzz, her heels caught on the floor-veins and Thornton let them slide from her feet as he dragged her toward the altar.

"Foolish cunt," he muttered as he carried her with seeming ease. Lois felt her arms and legs go limp.

There were channels cut in the flat top of that dark stone. The dark eyes stared down at the reporter, utterly alien and bestial. One paw-like hand pressed into her chest, effortlessly pinning her to the altar...and for the first time, a strangely familiar half-smile crossed his lips.

"You're rather pretty. It's almost a shame. Perhaps I'll keep your skin, when we are done here."

"Done with what, exactly, brother?" Blaze's voice rang out, loud enough to echo from the walls and set the light-bulbs to swaying.

Thornton looked up, past Lois.

"Sister," he said. "I thought you were busy with your little project. Sowing your wild oats, establishing a foothold in the mortal realm."

"I was," Blaze said. "So why do I find you here, poaching my girls?"

Thornton's smile twisted into a scowl. "I am doing this for the both of us. The structure of power I'm building here..."

"...will bring every caped crusader and do-gooder on the planet to my doorstep in short order!" Blaze's voice dripped with venom. Lois turned to look at her...and saw that Angelica Blaze had abandoned her human guise.

The figure that strode down the center of the cathedral of flesh was taller, slimmer, like a human built on the scale of a greyhound. Skin the color of fresh blood on parchment clung tightly to the lithe, bony frame. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris burned beneath dark horns, a kind of tiara held back the mane of black hair, a skimpy garment of orange cloth protected her modest modesty...

The reporter's head rolled back to see Thornton...but the debonair human man was gone. In his place stood a tall, imposing figure, like a bodybuilder dipped in blood, face shadowed by a bare metal helmet through which his own horns jutted.

"Beware, sister..." he began...but Blaze had already leaped over the altar. Lois could see the orange loin-cloth stream between her legs as the demon dickgirl impacted her brother. The reporter had heard cats fight, in the night...and there was something of that in the crash and howl.

Inside her ass, the reporter's phone stopped buzzing. It made a muffled beep, to tell her she had a text message...and then the whole cathedral began to shake.

Lois Lane was never entirely clear about what happened next. Events were a literal blur of reds and blues. She felt herself picked up and carried off the altar...caught a glimpse of Superman and Wonder Woman, a Green Lantern and Zatanna freeing the women from the walls. The yells and screams of the two demons rose in pitch, and ribs cracked...the whole cathedral shook, tottered, like a tent about to collapse...

...and then the flash carried her back through the portal to the club.

Her next memory was someone holding her hair back as she puked.

"...**** poisoning, and whatever the demon Satanus **** you with," Superman said. "The doctors say you need rest and plenty of water. We knew you were in trouble when your phone changed dimensions, and the Justice League zeroed in on your last known location. Did you get my text message?"

The reporter blearily raised her head from the bowl. She felt terrible. Sick. Nauseous. Strangely empty. Once, she had been diving and had gotten the bends, and there was something of that in what she felt as well. Her skin felt a size too small on her body. Lois bit her bottom lip as she found her eyes drawn to Superman's tight red shorts. Her ass twitched hungrily.

"I haven't been able to check," she said honestly. "It was all too...fast. Disjointed. The whole night seems like a bad fantasy. But you know what would make me feel better right now?"

"What's that, Lois?" The blue eyes open, honest, eager to help.

Which was how, a few minutes and a quick enema later, Lois Lane found herself astride the Man of Steel. He sat on the toilet, that magnificent manhood popped free from its confines...and the naked reporter guided the steel-hard shaft to her now super-elastic asshole. She intended to put Blaze's gift to good use.

"Careful, Lois," Superman said as she sank down on his dick. "I don't want to hurt you!"

"Trust me, Superman," Lois grinned devilishly. "I can take it."

So she did.