End: Cock Contest

"That is the problem with succubi," Blaze said as she walked around her desk. Her clothes seemed to melt off her, like cotton candy as it touches the tongue...a lean, muscled form too chiseled to be conventionally beautiful; the breasts small. As her clothing melted away, the skin flushed red as blood, and the puffy pink nipples seemed to swell. Dark horns curled up from that broad, noble forehead...and an eight-inch prick that jutted out from her crotch where Lois Lane expected to see a pussy.

"Never send a girl to do a woman's job."

The demonic dickgirl drew in close...and Lois Lane, in her impromptu toga and with her cock rapidly hardening, knew she could not back down from this challenge. Whatever it was.

Blaze was taller than Lois by a few inches. The tips of their erect cocks touched, and then bent upwards. The demonbreaker, when hard, was ten inches, and thicker than the reporter's wrist; the demon's was a little shorter, less girthy, but nothing to be sneezed at. The demon kept walking until their nipples touched...and then both of her hands clamped shut on on their struggling dicks. Even with with those long, tapering red fingers, Blaze could barely hold them both at the same time.

"You did say none of my girls could handle you...right?" Blaze smiled.

"That's right." Lois said. She wasn't sure where to put her hands, so she settled them on her hips. The underside of the demon's glans was rubbing on her own...a warm little spot of friction on the sensitive skin there...and Lois was disconcerted. She'd expected to basically walk in here and **** Blaze to fuck her, but...not like this.

"I was hoping to fuck some pussy tonight," the reporter said. "Or maybe an ass."

"Hmm. Well, tell you what sweatmeat...I'm a little pent-up myself," Blaze's eyes were pure white with no pupil or iris, and revealed nothing to Lois. A perfect poker face. "So why don't we make a little deal? First one to cum gets to be the other one's bottom bitch."

Lois struggled to maintain her own poker face. She still hadn't come yet...and wasn't sure how long she could hold out. Still...if all she had to do was make Blaze cum first...that was what she had come for, right?

"Deal," Lois said.

Blaze began to moved her hands. Up and down, squeezing gently as she came near the tip. Began to rock her hips, gently, back and forth, sliding her demon dick along Lois's demonbreaker. Their balls, pendulous and warm, brushed against each other, and Lois could feel the electricity build up in the air between them. The heat of the friction of their two cocks rubbing against each other. The slimy precum from their urethras flowing down and mixing together.

I can't just stand here letting my cock get fondled! Lois thought. I have to do...something!

The reporter reached out and grabbed Blaze's ass. Her fingers explored the muscular backside, hard and toned, no excess fat.

"Not a lot of cushion," Lois said, flatly. She could feel the heat build between them. Blaze's cock-rub was starting to feel good.

"If that's what the customer wants..." Blaze said...and Lois felt the ass begin to fill out against her hand. Soft, jiggly, warm. Her fingers sank into an ass that was now wobbly as jello.

"Hmm," Lois said, as she began to move her own hips. "I bet that ass will feel good around my dick."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Blaze replied haughtily. "I've never lost a cock-test before. Your ass-pussy is going to be mine!"

Deep inside, the reporter wondered if Blaze was right. She could already feel the pressure building up inside of, between her legs, at the root of her demonic shaft. It was worse than before...all the pent-up jizz aching to be unloaded, all those stolen testicles pumping out more semen. Lois knew she had to cum...and soon. Which meant she had to make Blaze cum faster. Had to up her game...somehow.

"You know what I like to do, sometimes?" Lois said breathily as she turned her body so that her buttocks pressed against the desk, the demonic dickgirl leaning on top of her. "What really gets me going? I think you might like to try it."

"What's that?" Blaze said...and for the first time, Lois noticed a bit of scarlet in those cheeks, heard perhaps the whisper of heavy breathing in her words. On top, Blaze could stroke easier, rubbing her cock up and down as though she was humping Lois's big prick.

The reporter took her right hand from the meaty ass...and brought it down between them. Her pinkie finger touched the demon's swollen glans, and Lois turned it over and over, rolling it around in the free-flowing precum...and then pressing the tip of her finger just against the rubbery slit.

Blaze froze in shock as Lois pushed forward...and the tip of the cock slipped over the first joint of her smallest finger.

"Aaaah!"

"It's called sounding," Lois said, and her breasts were heaving now. Her left hand pulled at Blaze's backside, forcing the demon's hips to move. Slowly, the reporter began to move her finger deeper. The hot little tunnel stretched and seemed to suck her in. "It's quite intense...isn't it?"

"V-very," Blaze said. "But...it won't...be enough..."

"Oh, I know," Lois said, as her left hand slipped over to the crack of the demon's swollen ass.

Dry as her finger was, Lois didn't attempt penetration. That would just hurt Blaze, and then the scarlet succubus might never cum. No, as Blaze gripped their cocks tightly, Lois simply let her index finger play at the demon's asshole, while her other finger squirmed deeper and deeper into the demon's prick.

Now the shoe was truly on the other foot, and Blaze could tell. Lois could feel the demon's body tremble, her hips moving unconsciously. Lois pressed hard against the little rosebud between the now sweaty cheeks, her pinky into the grotesquely distended urethra up to the knuckle.

"Better...hang on..." Lois said. Her heart beat faster; she was about to blow herself, and she knew she'd only get one shot at this. "It's about to get intense!"

"G-get?" Blaze said, her pure white eyes widening. "What are you talking about, you mortal whore...ah!"

Lois fairly ripped her finger up until only the tip remained within...and then **** it back down. Blaze grunted, her testicles tightening. The dickgirl reporter could feel the pulse of Blaze's heart through her throbbing shaft as she began to plunge her finger in and out of the demonic dick again and again, finger-fucking Blaze with utter ruthlessness. The demon, in a fit of lost self-control, let go of the cocks and grasped the edge of the desk. Lois brought her legs up and crossed her ankles behind the demon's back...and almost instinctively the demon began to thrust, her cock now free to move against Blaze's dick as Lois mercilessly tortured her urethra, the heavy balls tightening as they slammed into Lois Lane's overflowing sack.

There was a moment when both of them approached the precipice of self-control...when there would be no going back, no pause where they could stop themselves...and that was the moment when Lois Lane pulled her finger out of the prick with a wet pop...

Blaze came. The demon's whole body stiffened as if every single muscle contracted at once, and any moment Lois expected to feel the space between their bodies slick and hot with the massive load she knew that the demon had saved up...but something else happened instead.

Something terrible.

"No," Lois said as a terribly familiar sensation filled her. "No no no fuck not again..."

The tip of Blaze's fick bent downward. It was already liquefying into a thick black ooze. It flowed down the reporter's cockhole and the white eyes closed, the face now locked in a sensation of infinite rapture as the demon's whole being began to liquify and drained into the reporter's balls.

Lois tried to stop it. She grabbed at Blaze, but the flesh ran between her fingers like red clay, which quickly dissolved into a black goo as thick as molasses and smelling of cum. The reporter groaned as her already laden sack churned and stretched underneath the makeshift toga. Like a great black hole sucking up some helpless star, the essence of Blaze was drawn into the reporter's body...and soon Lois Lane was on her toes, cock enormously erect, braced against the edge of the desk as the black puddle that was Blaze was slowly sucked into her terrible demonbreaker.

Until the last dark drop slipped up, against gravity, and disappeared.

The reporter stared in despair at her demonic tool. Fourteen inches long, and four inches wide; the scrotum that hung between her leg was as big as a basketball. It was too big for any human woman to take...and the painful prickling of blue balls began to **** Lois from within.

"I don't understand," Lois whimpered. "I did everything...right..."

From deep within, a rhymer demon spoke.

Alas, alack! The cunning fiend
Has our scheme incomplete
Unnaturally was she weaned
So our foe we did not beat!

Our essence now is trapped
Thy mortal form is warped
Mighty powers must be tapped
Lest mortal mind be usurped!

This burden you must bear
'Til Blaze has met her maker
Let evil demons beware
Lois Lane, Demonbreaker!

"Great Caesar's ghost," the reporter said as she stared at her mammoth erection, and pieced together the meaning of Etrigan's words. "I'm stuck like this!"

Elsewhere in the club, absent of Blaze's influence, her mortal victims awoke to themselves...and the lesser demons she had cajoled or **** into her service fled into Metropolis. Lois Lane's task, and her night out, were over...and a new day, with new challenges had begun.