End: Blaze Strives Not To Corrupt Lois Lane

Lois Lane bounced atop the demonic dick, utterly consumed by her demonically-stoked lust. Blaze, for the first time in her centuries of existence felt a bit...bad. Not in a good way. Turmoil ran through the scarlet succubus' brain, even as her oversized cock dug deeper into the reporter's now much larger pussy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lois drooled, her hair whipping about her body. "It's so fucking deep. I feel like you're going to crush right through my cervix and dump your sperm into my womb!"

The demon shuddered as her more bestial aspects retreated, to leave her as little more than a scarlet-skinned dickgirl beneath the writhing, out-of-control reporter. Blaze didn't even have to move, Lois was so caught up in the excitement that she writhed on the dick, slamming her engorged labia down and grinding against Blaze's hips.

Blaze rubbed her hands against the reporter's pale thighs, eyed the new flare of the reporter's hips, and decided to assess how badly the contagion had spread into Lois Lane's aura.

The physical world faded...the starry night inverted so that the faraway stars were black dots in an endless expanse of cosmic fire...and the aura of Lois Lane stood out clearly. Violet was the color of her energy, the color of love and lust overriding all. The overall shape of her aura was still human...her soul seemed intact, a solid pearl of self at the core of Lois' being, and that sent something like relief through Blaze...

Then she saw it. The flaw. A thread of red stain that squirmed over the shimmering surface of Lois Lane's soul.

"Oh, hell," Blaze muttered as she recognized the piece of herself that she had let slip, eager to corrupt Lois Lane's soul. The reddish blot ran like mercury over the surface of Lois' inner self, and it stained the astral aura around it a muddy crimson in its passing. "Sweetmeat, we need to stop, I've got to..."

A tongue **** itself inside Blaze's mouth. The shock of the contact caused her balls to clench, seminal floodgates opened, and the succubus' whole body stiffened as oily black jizz burst forth deep inside of Lois, to stain her cervix with black goo...and in her mind's eye, Blaze saw that tiny bit of herself slip inside Lois Lane's soul.

Something happened there. An alchemy she had never witnessed before a joining of light and darkness, human and inhuman...and at the very core of her being, something new and strange began to grow inside of Lois. A part of her, yet distinct.

"That," the reporter declared as she rocked back and forth. "Was the best sex I've ever had. Great Caesar's ghost, I want to take you home and cook you dinner."

Blaze blinked, and the astral world faded away.

"What, really?"

"No, I'm a terrible cook," Lois said with a wild grin. "But I do want you to make love to me some more. How about we go back to the club and get some drinks, and then maybe we can try to 69 for a while? I don't know how much of this big dick I can get in my mouth, but I'm feeling...ambitious."

The demon noddly, dully. Inside of her own being, she could feel the gooey emotions spreading. She had already done something to Lois...and wanted to make up for that.

"The missing women you came looking for...they're in my thrall, working at the club."

"That's great!" The reporter said as she gently eased herself up off the demon's dick. "I can interview them while we get a drink.

"I will release them from my power," the demon added, but it was as though Lois was only listening selectively. She stood up on the bed and fingered her cunny. Black streams of corrupted cum ran down her thighs like crude oil.

"Jeez, you sure came a lot!" The reporter chuckled. "I'm not on birth control, so if I show up preggers, you better take responsibility!"

Blaze smiled and nodded. None of the words that came out of Lois Lane's mouth sounded quite right. It was as though Lois was not quite all there...and Blaze worried at who or what she had become.

Even as she vowed to herself to help Lois Lane if she could.