End: Blaze Is Scouting Talent for Succubi

The devil leaned back, arms up against the shelf of rock that formed the lip of the hot pool. The small red breasts of the scarlet succubi seemed to float like two boiled lobsters, the puffy pink nipples clearly visible just at the water line.

"There is a war, Lois Lane. A war in Hell. Factions fighting always and eternally for dominance. And beyond those internecine squabbles? A war for Heaven. Or what you might call Heaven. The metaphysics do not map exactly to any religion on Earth. But that is the gist of it: there is a war, and wars need soldiers."

A crimson toe touched the reporter's knee, and Lois Lane pressed her back against the stony rim of the pool.

"Yet getting souls isn't very efficient. Most humans don't comet down to Hell like burning stars. They stumble, they falter. Their sins are weak, and as troops, they are...frankly useless. So I decided to take a page from you mortals. I decided to establish an institution to cultivate future succubi. To give them the opportunities they would need to truly shine in hell. I draw to myself those who are already heading in that direction—the ones already on the verge of indulging their sexuality in depraved ways—and I have brought them here, where they can truly degenerate into the kind of sluts I need in the infernal realm."

Lois Lane blinked as she parsed this.

"You've started Satan's school for sluts?" The reporter said, utterly aghast.

Blaze's nose crinkled. "No, my brother Satanus is recruiting incubi. Femboy incubi. I much prefer the company of women. Don't you?"

A toe brushed Lois Lane's knee again, and instinctively the reporter's thighs closed. She was getting used to the temperature now—which probably wasn't a good thing. Lois remembered the old anecdote about the frog in the pot, who didn't notice the temperature gradually increase until they were boiled to ****.

"I guess you could say I'm bi-curious," Lois Lane said. "In any event, I have no interest in being one of your recruits. So why am I here?"

"Ah, Lois, Lois...you already are one of my recruits. Didn't your curiosity bring you here? Didn't you experience new things? Your sexual hunger is so strong I can taste it. You will make a magnificent succubus...with a little training." The demon's eyes began to glow, which cast odd white shadows on the waters of the pool. "Think of it. I'm not asking you to do anything illegal. Just...enjoy yourself. Explore. Interview my students. Join them, if what they are doing interests you. Or don't, if your inhibitions prevent it. That's the idea, you see. Once you taste that intoxicating freedom to pursue your own pleasure...it becomes a part of you. And you will find you crave more of it. The taste of pussy. The warm fingers. Hot water and icy blasts. The most intense of sensations."

Blaze launched herself across the distance that separated them, and before Lois could try to clamber out of the way, the scarlet succubus was there. Her red thighs hugged Lois Lane's legs, which were pressed tight together. The soft swell of Blaze's bosom, dripping and redolent with heat, were pushed into the reporter's face.

"I can feel your soul on the edge, Lois," Blaze whispered. "I can feel those buried desires bubble up within you. All those naughty, naughty thoughts. The things you want to do to me. The things you want me to do to you. You're already damned to hell. Why not indulge that bi-curiosity, just a little bit?"

Lois gulped. Her chin rested against Blaze's breastbone. Some part of her was sorely tempted by the offer—the part of Lois that she had always denied, put off, even ignored.

"I'm not damned," Lois Lane said. "I don't believe that. I can't believe that. I...I believe...everyone can be saved."

Blaze's buttocks rubbed against the reporter's knees.

"If that makes it easier for you," the scarlet succubus said sweetly. "After all, if you can still go to Heaven, why not take a taste now? Leave your absolution for your deathbed, if you must. For now...tonight...indulge yourself. Indulge me..."

The horned head dipped. Hot lips pressed against the reporter's temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Lois Lane kept her lips closed tightly, as Blaze's tongue pressed against them...and undeterred, the demon continued down, to her chin, her jaw, her neck.

Get up, Lane, Lois told herself. Get out. You have the truth, just leave...

Hot kisses pressed against her collarbone. Her left breast. Burning lips opened to suck at her nipple. Then Blaze's head sank beneath the water. Lois Lane shivered as the red body moved, fighting its natural buoyancy, sank deeper and deeper. Until a tongue pressed against her stomach. Her thighs. Hands tugged gently against her knees...

...and perhaps there was some subtle influence from the demon that made the reporter's thighs part. That made Lois grasp those dark horns as Blaze dove in, utterly uncaring as a long, burning tongue slipped up inside of Lois Lane.

Around her, naked women frolicked and game themselves to each other. Their eyes flashed to Blaze's latest pupil, her newest recruit for the army of the damned.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. In Lois Lane's case, that was literally true. The first step on her path to becoming a succubi was when she walked into that club for a night out. She had found the truth she sought, but in doing so she had found something more...a truth about her self. Her true nature. The consequences of her curiosity. As her body thrashed and humped the demon's face, Lois Lane felt another part of her innocence slip away...and her hopes for her immortal soul faded a little more.