End: Demand To See The Manager

"This is intolerable!" Lois Lane said, putting on her most privileged, air as she pressed her breasts into those wonderful chest-pillows. Her eight-inch demonbreaker was achingly hard, not that the overly-endowed woman in front of her could see it with those massive mammaries. "I came here for a good hard fuck, I paid good money, and I insist on getting it! I demand to see the manager!"

The Mona Lisa smile flickered a little wider.

"I am the manager," she said and pushed forward, her titanic tits like the prow of a battleship, forcing the reporter back into the room. "Mara, sweet, go take a break."

"But Miss Blaze, she..."

"Now, Mara!" The demon growled...and she was a demon, Lois could see that now. A crimson stain spilled over her skin as Blaze effortlessly lifted off and discarded her dress...and Lois Lane was at a loss for words.

Her trained reporter's senses instantly took in the transformation of that body: the dark horns that sprouted from that wide brow, the dark eyes turning pure white with no pupil or iris, the lips almost purple, and behind them, flashing out as she let a long, dark, bifurcated tongue taste the air, sharp teeth like a shark. The demon's breasts though...where the rest of her skin was a deep crimson, the red of fresh blood on virgin parchment, her tits shaded out lighter, from the deepest pink to the creamiest, palest rose at those massive nipples, so pale that Lois could see the dark veins within them like precious silver in some red marble.

Dimly, Lois was aware of the dark hairy mass about Blaze's unshaven cunt, of her clothes falling off at a flick of the demon's fingers. She was pressed into the bed, Blaze on top, the hot cunt pressing down on the girthy cock, swallowing it effortlessly...and Lois gasped at the heat and pressure.

"Should...should have sent a poet..." Lois murmured. Her brain was firing all wrong, trying to find the right combination of images to describe what she was feeling. It was like sticking her dick into the heart of a star, or maybe squeezing it into an electrical socket, her whole body bursting with the electric current that threatened to consume her utterly. The bedspring creaked as Blaze **** the whole weight of her body onto Lois Lane's, and those great pink tits, softer than silk and so warm that it was like being smothered by a marshmallow straight from the fire, pressed around her head until Lois can hardly breathe.

Almost by instinct, Lois Lane's hands grabbed for that meaty demonic ass, fingers sinking into the flesh, and impossibly she swore her cock felt harder and bigger than before, so much blood flowing from her body to her crotch that she felt light-headed.

"Hmm, you have a bit of size on you. Feels nice. I haven't had a big one in so long..." Blaze's voice seemed to come from far away. Trapped beneath her weight, her tits, the furnace of her cunt, Lois Lane could only make inarticulate gasps.

Then the demonic whore began to move.

Lois Lane never knew how she survived that lovemaking, much less kept from cumming immediately. It must have been Etrigan that guided her body, that lifted her hips until the swollen demonbreaker threatened to tickle Blaze's cervix, that told her lips to latch onto one of those great, soft, pink nipples and suck hard. She remembered her lungs burning as she gave forth a performance that would have put to shame a master cocksman, an athletic fuck that would have swept the Sex Olympics and left all her opponents spent and emasculated. Even though her muscles shrieked and her bones creaked, she met Blaze thrust for thrust, and was only barely aware when the bed collapsed on one side, and she took the opportunity to roll over, Blaze on her back, those thighs wrapped around her hips, cunt sucking Lois Lane deeper inside.

Somehow, Lois fought to retain herself. She poured more into that fuck than she had to any session of lovemaking in her life. Every trick, every secret erogenous zone and aspect of woman's anatomy she poured into that fuck...and her skills and knowledge layered together with that of the demon that drove her. Power flowed through her limbs, and now Lois was not surprised when she withdrew her cock, it was bright yellow, as long as her arm, and festooned with small spikes and barbs like a cat...and Blaze was howling, squeezing, begging for her to fuck harder, to cum inside of her...;

...and that was the trap, the final trap, and Lois was not so lost in lust not to know it.

Her hand found the demon's clit, a round knob the size of a crab apple, and that gigantic body shivered, the tits quivering as though from some distant seaquake the presages a tsunami...and Lois kept on, rubbing and pumping, her body flexing, sweat pouring off of her, and her balls, her balls....they felt like coconuts between her thin size, impossible swollen, and feeding a prostate as big as a grapefruit, and even through the pleasure and the pain, Lois knew she couldn't hang on for one more thrust.

No couple ever cums at exactly the same time. One always cums first, if only by the barest fraction of a second...and even as Lois felt her floodgates open, a high-pitched keening came to her ears, and she realized, too late, as something flowed in even as she was trying to ejaculate, that Blaze had cum first...

The reporter did not remember what happened next very well. It was like a drunken bartender, trying to mix two drinks at once. Lois came and something else came in at the same time. She remembered feeling as those something burst inside of her body, her new demonic anatomy swollen past endurance, her cup running over, and yet somehow the flow did not stop...

When she woke up, it was morning. The club and brothel, she later learned, had emptied as the demonically-enhanced tits had faded, and all traces of Blaze's influence had faded from hearts and minds.

Yet the night did not leave Lois Lane entirely unmarked.

She lifted her head from the ruin of the mattress...and became aware of the extra weight on her chest, and the stirring stiffness between her legs. Dimly, a voice stirred inside the reporter's head as she stared at tits nearly as big as her head, and a ten-inch hardon between her legs.

All warriors bear scars, and so do thee,
For Blaze in her defeat and Etrigan in victory,
Have left their mark for all to see,
Lament not for thy lost cunt, it is now history.

Yet in its place is a most noble rod,
And beautiful udders beyond compare,
Rejoice, my friend, in your new bod,
And above all, do not dare despair,

For there is one that loves thee,
No matter what lies between thy legs,
Who will gladly fuck and rut, see!
And for thy sexual favors he begs!

The voice faded...and was gone. Lois Lane shook her head...this was not how she had wanted this night to end...but then again she lived in a world of aliens and gods, demons and superscience. Maybe there was a place in this life for a reporter with a massive cock and huge fat tits.

Little did she know that she would find out...but that is another story.