End: Blaze Is Not Patient Enough To Wait For An Enema

Lois Lane wasn't quite sure what she was expecting. A discreet trip to the toilet, an enema bulb and a few minutes with some warm water. Maybe a chance to pause and reflect upon the enormous weird turn that her life had taken tonight. She had come here hoping to find some missing women, and had ended up fucked and quite possibly impregnated by an oddly clingy demonic dickgirl, and the only way Lois had managed to keep Blaze from impregnating her more was to promise to let Blaze fuck her ass.

It was a lot to take in, a lot to think about. Lois could have used a few minutes to herself.

Instead, Blaze snapped her fingers.

There was a sound like a soft thunderclap. The reporter's ass suddenly squeezed tight...and then she was left with a strange, vacant emptiness inside of her. Lois Lane blinked not sure how she could even describe the sensation. It was like the aftermath of a bad stomach flu, or the preparation for a colonoscopy...the sudden terrible sensation that there was nothing left inside you at all.

"What...just happened?" The reporter asked.

Blaze spat and rubbed her fingers against the reporter's ass.

"I just teleported the contents of your colon and intestines away. You're all clean and ready to go," the demon said.

Lois was too shocked to protest as Blaze laid Lois down on her left side, right leg up, something warm and hard pressed against the reporter's backdoor. While Lois was sure that now wasn't the time for such questions, curiosity burned inside of her.

"Teleported it where?" she asked.

In the Bat Cave

The silver tea set was an antique. The earl grey had been piping hot, the sandwich freshly made. He had baked the bread himself this morning. Alfred's shirt perfectly starched and white. The old man looked down at the pile of liquid filth that now befouled light repast.

"Human," Batman said after a moment. "Fresh. Alfred, please take the tray to the medical bay. We should be able to quick-sequence the DNA and see if there's a match in the databases..."

"Very good, sir," Alfred said, and sharply turned his heel.

"SLOWLY!" Lois gasped as the crimson cock, now oiled with some lubricant Blaze had conjured, slid into her sensitive ass.

"By Lilith, your ass is tight!" Blaze murmured as she paused, a bare inch of her prick embedded in the reporter's anus. "But you will get used to it, sweetmeat. When you are swollen with our spawn, you will appreciate when I can still fuck your ass like this."

Lois focused on her breathing. In truth, it didn't really hurt much...the lube that Blaze had conjured really was magic...but the feeling was so intense...she had never imagined having a cock in her butt would affect her like this, but in truth it was a wholly new experience for her...and somehow, it helped her to forget why she had come here tonight, and about the future. Everything was subsumed in the present of Blaze slowly working her cock deeper and deeper in the reporter's ass, those hot lips on Lois' neck and shoulder, the hands that groped and squeezed and kneaded her breasts, tugged playfully at her nipples, never enough to hurt, just enough to tease...to make Lois feel good...to feel the demon's jizz ooze wetly out of her pussy, which began to squeeze and spasm, wanting to be seeded again.

Minutes passed into hours...and by the time Blaze's balls pressed against the reporter's taint and slid out again with all the ease of a cock sheathing itself in a cunt, Lois was gasping, shaking, sheened with sweat. Moaning out loud, unable to hold her little sighs of pleasure in anymore. She shook in her lover's gasp...her whole body hot...her asshole a ring of pleasant fire, sensitive and burning.

She was really close to cumming when the Justice League arrived.

Things happened very fast at that point. There were blurs as Flash and Superman, moving at super-speed, hit Blaze so hard that Lois heard an audible pop as the cock exited her ass. An emerald bubble shielded he naked reporter and scooped her safely out of harms way as varicolored ray-blasts and energy-beams shot in the direction Blaze had been swept, answered by bolts of darkness, cracks of black lightning, and bursts of green fire. Lois pressed her face against the bubble, but couldn't really see the action....

...and then her stomach lurched, as the Justice League teleporter tore the reporter apart and put her together again back in the Justice League satellite.

There was a soft grey blanket, neatly folded, on the floor in front of the teleport pad. A small note-card stamped with the bat-sigil on top. Lois Lane picked it up and read it, not quite able to process all the worlds.

"DNA...trace...rescue...please report to medical bay when you feel up to it..."

Lois Lane shook her head. Outside, the sun rose. Somewhere, she remembered that the sun rose on the Justice League satellite something like every ninety minutes. Dully, she wrapped the grey blanket around herself and staggered, bare-footed. Her ass was sore...but also oddly...empty. The reporter chewed her lip as she moved along the corridor toward the medical bay.

She hoped the Justice League went easy on Blaze...but she pushed that out of her mind as she started to come up with a tastefully altered version of tonight's events. A narrative that didn't make Lois Lane out to be a complete demon slut...and in her stomach, new life fluttered. If the Justice League didn't come soon, they might find out exactly what Lois had been up to...

...but that is another story.