End: Blowjobs Count

Okay, so jerking off counts.

Lois Lane's hand wrapped around the demon's shaft as her prick slid in and out of the tight ass. The succubus beneath her moaned as the reporter's thumb slid over her glans again and again. Their bodies moved in time, and as the final moan ripped itself free from the demon's throat, Lois felt a hot splatter against her hand, the clench of that anal ring painfully tight about her cock...and then the ominous suction as the demonic essence flowed into her prick.

Pulling out definitely counts.

The reporter's cock flopped about, a ribbon tied tightly around the base. On her back on one of the club's tables, the second succubus hammered away at the reporter's ass, her pink face flushed a lurid purple, pure white eyes a-glow. Too late, the demon pulled out...black jizz spurted ropes into the air...and the ribbon around Lois Lane's cock snapped as her dick reared like a cobra about to strike. This time, Lois had an excellent view of the demon collapse into formless black liquid, which her swollen shaft drank up like a thirsty elephant's trunk.

Rubbing cocks together counts.

The third succubus squealed. Lois Lane's cock was already longer and thicker than hers. The reporter's hands wrapped around their shafts and squeezed and rubbed, her hips thrust on their own. The petite little demon with the blue skin and yellow eyes seemed helpless as the reporter ruthlessly jerked their cocks together. She almost felt bad when the pathetic black spurt from her foe signaled the end...and triggered another wave of cock-growth.

They weren't foolish, these demons, but they had their own strange rules. One by one, Lois Lane engaged them in their carnal contests. One by one, they failed. Few were foolish enough to just bend over and let the reporter stuff her demonbreaker up their pussy or ass. Yet every time, Lois Lane hung on. Even though she could feel the sexual heat build up inside of her, determined for release. Her mission was too important to lose.

Yet with every act, with every demon absorbed, her demonbreaker grew...and there were other changes to Lois Lane's body as well. As the sun began to dawn over Metropolis, Lois reached the office of Blaze, the chief succubus, the Queen of Hell. By that time, a pair of swollen testes the size of baseballs banged against the reporter's thighs. Her swollen prick hung down past her knees, half-hard, a vivid yellow with a ridge or crest of rounded bony bumps along the back. The purple veins that pulsed beneath the skin seemed to arrange themselves in flame-like spirals, to give an impression the massive, inhuman prick was tattooed...and Lois could feel other changes.

A slight flare of the hips, thicker and more muscular thighs, a heavier ass that all shifted the reporter's center of gravity lower. While her butt had swollen, other parts of Lois had grown tighter. A six-pack now showed on her flat stomach, beneath the white t-shirt. Shoulders and biceps were more defined, face a trifle more androgynous. Lois wondered whether these changes would stay with her once she was done here...and wasn't sure whether she would be happy or unhappy if they stayed.

The door opened into an opulent office. The scarlet succubus was there, knees on a black velvet pillow as she applied black lipstick to puckered cockpillows. The white eyes beneath her dark horns burned bright, and her own cock, nearly as long as Lois Lane's own, lay on the ground like a scarlet serpent, covered only by a black mesh like a fine pantyhose.

"Come, Lois Lane," Blaze said. "I have been anticipating our contest."

Blowjobs definitely count.

"Oooh, fffffuuuck..." Lois Lane's ass pressed against the edge of Blaze's desk. Her pants lay in shreds on the floor. The scarlet succubus hummed around the shaft buried in her throat, her black-painted lips pressed against the base of the reporter's shaft.

Blaze had been on the reporter's dick before the reporter could mount any defense. The reporter gripped the demon's horns, knuckles white as she struggled with the powerful suction that threatened to empty her balls...and her soul...into the endless abyss at the core of Blaze's being. The reporter struggled to hang on, to ignore the pleasure. There had to be some way to win...some way to make Blaze cum...but Lois had never met anyone, man, woman, or intersex, who had cum from sucking cock.

Which left Lois with only one weapon. She slipped out of her heels to stand barefoot on the wooden floor of Blaze's office.

"Yeah, that's it you pathetic little slut," Lois said as she buried her pubes in Blaze's face. "Did your mother teach you how to suck cocks in hell? Are you thirsty, you crimson cunt?"

The reporter's toe pushed beneath the warm pillow of Blaze's hefty ballsack to toe the demon's pussy. The demon's eyes went wide as the reporter's big toe found the demon's clit.

"Satanic slut. You look good on your knees. It's the right place for you. Stupid succubus bitch like you probably spends all your time down there hoping to **** on a cock like mine."

The **** came out from the reporter's lips as fast as she could think of insults...and she saw a purple flush come to the demon's cheeks. Lois Lane's hips shifted as she pushed and pulled her cock past those lips, to watch the black lipstick leave stains on the bright yellow flesh. The bony ridge clicked as it pulled past the reporter's teeth.

"Sexy fucking mouth. Shapeshifter, aren't you? I'll bet you stared into a mirror for hours to get just the right cockpillows. I can feel it whenever my balls slam into your chin. You should have a picket-fence gap between your front teeth, so I can feel my fucking ridge slide between them. Hell, why do you have teeth at all? Not like you need to eat anything solid. I'll bet you just have a doggie bowl full of jizz that you push your fucking face into and slurp up like the bitch you are."

The reporter's toe pushed and rubbed, and as Blaze's cheeks inflated and deflated, to suck and slurp more heavily, Lois was aware of the demon's stiff nipples as they tented the orange straps that crossed her chest and served as clothing. A wet trickle of pussy juice dribbled down the soul of Lois Lane's foot...but the reporter herself rapidly approached her limit.

"You're going to look so good as part of my cock," Lois said, her palms sweaty as she gripped the demon's horns tight. "Going to fuck so many bitches. Do you think you'll feel it, when you're a part of me? My stiff cock, destroying some poor woman's ass? I hope so. I want you to feel what it's like as I ruin some poor young thing. Split her open. Make her feel it. Make her hurt..."

The reporter's toe slipped off the slippery clit and pressed into Blaze's snatch...and the demon's eyes went wide.

Lois didn't see the hot spurt of Blaze's dick as she came. She only watched the whole scarlet form lose coherence, all except for the eyes. Until there were two orbs that burned brightly in a black column of liquid midnight, and Lois fell back and grabbed the edge of the desk as her dick drank in all of that terrible essence. The purple veins darkened. Red patches of skin broke out against the yellow. The whole beast of a prick swelled grotesquely near the tip, as though Blaze fought the absorption...and then slowly, achingly, it began to defuse out.

The cock grew. Lois Lane gave a strangle cry as her nuts pulled downward as they got bigger and heavier, a pair of softballs that reached almost to her knees...and the head of her cock now swung nearly to mid-shin. The bottomless reporter stared down in disbelief as the colors shifted and mingled...the bony rides and flame-like veins subsided...until what hung down between her legs looks like nothing more than an obscenely, ridiculously oversized but very human cock and balls.

The task is done, the prize is won,

And Blaze goes to her fate,

Free you are now to have your fun,

To date, mate, and copulate!

It was the last that Lois Lane would hear of Etrigan's voice...and as she lifted up her rope-like length of cock in both hands, she understood what he meant. The demons were gone now...and she was left with this...thing. She could cum.

Lois Lane licked her lips. Her nuts groaned in terrible, urgent need. While her night out was over, and the Earth was saved, or whatever the case may be, for the first time in her life, she needed to bust a nut...and she would. But that is a different story.