End: Blaze Sends Them Out Into The World

In the temple, Blaze's acolytes waited patiently for the words of their demon-goddess. She appeared before them, draped in shadow, in her full demonic form...the horns high, head thrown back, black hair streaming down to her waist, her breasts bare...

"My acolytes," the scarlet succubus intoned. "You have learned your lessons well. Each of you has mastered the powers I have awoken within you...the knowledge and magic that I have granted you. Now it is the time for the next step. You must go forth in the world, to experience those things I cannot teach you...to sate your lusts in new strange ways, to go on sexual adventures, to read deep in forbidden books and experiment with new kinks. With such studies will your mystic knowledge grow and build. Your initiation is over, and now the next stage of your magical journey begins."

From her voluminous sleeves, the demon took four stacks of cash.

"Here is ten thousand dollars each, to aid you on your journeys. Now go forth...and remember to enjoy yourselves."

There were questions. Tears. A great deal of hugging. Lois Lane waited patiently in Blaze's office, on the love seat, one finger rubbing her slit, wondering how she was going to write this up for the paper. She wanted to clean herself out—her cunny was still sloppy with Blaze's cum—but she was also feeling frisky, and had a feeling she might be able to coax the demonic dickgirl into another round.

"Sex cult breaks up," Lois thought. "Hmm. Bit yellow journalism. 'Women find sexuality in occultism.' That might have potential..."

The door opened. Blaze floated through, an image of infernal majesty...and then the door closed, and she slumped to the floor, the shadows melting off her naked form.

"Lilith's tits, I thought they'd never leave," Blaze said, shaking her head. "You were right about the money though, that definitely helped grease the wheels. I hope none of them catch a disease, that's all I...say..."

The reporter's legs were spread lewdly apart. Lois smiled.

"Forget about them," Lois said. She spread the lips of her labia, showcasing the wet, pink pussy. "Make love to me."

The reporter had never seen anyone go from flaccid to hard as fast as Blaze did. The cock rose and swell like a snake about to strike. The demon almost stumbled on her knees in her eagerness to get stuck in...and Lois caught her lover's ears in her hands.

"Just so you know," the reporter said, staring into those pure white eyes. "I'm not going to be so easy to get rid of. I expect you to take responsibility for knocking me up...and I require regular sexual servicing."

Blaze offered her Mona Lisa grin...and then it relaxed into something more natural, white teeth appearing. "If I get to empty my balls into your pussy, you're worth a thousand acolytes!"

Lois smiled, using her fingers to guide the crimson cock into her sopping slit.

In truth, this all seemed crazy to her. She had started out tonight looking for some missing women, and had ended up fucked and impregnated by an actual demon. Yet the life of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had been filled with strangeness—and if this was not quite the marriage to Superman and the pitter-patter of little super feet she had imagined on many lonely nights—well, she couldn't deny that the scarlet succubus was a good fuck.

And who knows? the reporter thought, as she brought her lover's face to hers for a kiss, squeezing her pussy tight around the nice, thick dick that felt like it was made just for her tight twat. Maybe I can reform her. Stranger things have happened...

Stranger things had indeed happened. All of Lois Lane's choices had led her unknowingly to this point, and though the reporter did not know it, hers was neither the best nor the worst ending she might have hoped for. She could not go back and once more walk those paths...to see where else she would end up, had things but worked out a little differently. For her, this was simply...