End: Dominate Angelica Blaze

The shrubbery Lois was squatting behind consisted of long, thin, woody shoots... covered with thorns. The reporter grabbed a handful by the roots and pulled, sandy soil clinging to the thin roots. With her free hand she stripped off some of the leaves...and as she trudged her way back toward Blaze's bed, the reporter focused on her attitude.

To the dickgirl waiting naked, Lois Lane seemed to exude confidence. Beneath the light of the moon and stars, the reporter's features had become a mask of haughtiness and arrogance. She strode, long, fit legs eating up the space between them, shoulders set, small breasts swaying gently...Blaze's cock twitched, her instincts sensing a challenge.

Yet she was not prepared for when the reporter halted beside the bed and said in a clear, commanding voice:

"Present your miserable cock, ****!"

Angelica Blaze's smile twitched. Her eyes insolently met Lois Lane's...yet the reporter wasn't running away from her fate of eventual impregnation. Amused, the dickgirl inched forward to the edge of the bed on her knees, so that her stiff cock pointed out, almost piking Lois in the chest.

The reporter looked down at the hard cock. Her lips twisted in a sneer.

"So this is the pathetic prick you hope to use to impregnate me!?" Lois said, her voice heavy with insult. "Limp noodles like this get punished!"

The thorny handful rose...and fell. Slapping the big dick with all the reporter's strength, the thorns digging into the soft, sensitive flesh, tearing at the skin...and Blaze gasped at the sharp pain...and beneath the Lois Lane's gaze, it seemed to swell up even more.

The reporter's eyes grew wide. Was it just her imagination, or had the cock gotten bigger? Steeling herself, Lois kept up the performance, striking the cock, letting the thorns prick and scratch.

"Is that all you have!? If you want to knock me up, I want a real dick! You do want to knock me up, don't you?" Lois cried out haughtily.

"Yes!" Blaze said, hand at her thighs, cock standing out with blood dripping from a dozen small wounds, the shaft visibly longer and harder than before, quivering with anticipation.

The reporter shifted tactics, swatting Blaze's backside with the thorny shafts.

"That's 'yes Mistress,' you miserable cockslave!" Lois commanded haughtily as she striped the dickgirl's ass with the thorns. Blaze's whole body shook now, the nipples on her breasts painfully erect. Lois could see that her plan had backfired, but she had no other, so she kept on.

"Yes, Mistress!" Blaze said, her eyes almost seeming to glow white in the moonlight. "Mistress I want to impregnate you. I need to!"

Again and again, Lois struck her, ranting, calling Blaze names, degrading her. The lithe, muscular body became covered with scratches and welts, yet her cock never faltered, the beast now longer than any human cock that Lois had ever seen, sticking up so stiffly it curved back so that the head was aimed directly at the overhanging moon. The shafts broke against Angelica Blaze's ass. Lois panted, staring at the red and purple marks across those taut, muscular buttocks...and grit her teeth. She couldn't put if off any longer.

"Alright ****," Lois said, voice thick. "On your back. I suppose your pathetic cock barely passes muster. I'll allow you to enter me."

Obediently, the dickgirl lay on the bed. Lois crawled up next to her...then stood up and stepped to stand astride the dickgirl. There was no mistaking now that the eyes of Angelica Blaze were pure white, with no pupil or iris, glowing brighter than the moon.

"Cum in me," Lois said through gritted teeth. "If you can!"

The reporter bent her legs. Her kegel muscles ached from how tight Lois was squeezing them...but she kept them tight until her pussy lips nuzzled the head of that huge cock. Streams of blood oozed out of dozens of small wounds, so that the whole tower of cock seemed blood red...and perhaps Blaze gad a flash of foresight as Lois rubbed her labia against the glans, smearing the demon's precum over her lips...then with a deep breath, Lois relaxed her pussy...and sank onto the shaft.

Unfortunately for both of them, Angelica Blaze's first instinct was to arch her body and thust upwards. Her wounded prick that slammed unprotected into the pussy that Lois Lane had packed tight with desert sand, that Lois had held inside of her the whole time..millions of tiny grains that now scraped into every scratch and wound in Blaze's prick, and packed her urethra full in an instant.

Both woman and dickgirl screamed...Lois as the sand was **** deeper into her packed cunt, Blaze as her cock was torn to shreds as if she was fucking a sandpaper onahole.

Yet neither was willing to admit defeat.

Blaze tore at the bedclothes, her smug smile replaced with a rictor mortis grin that displayed rows of sharp teeth; hands with nails like claws tore at the sheet, and the pale flesh convulsed and assumed a color like fresh blood on parchment, dark horns flickering in and out of existence on her brow.

"You...cunt..." Blaze managed, her cock still hard.

Lois grimaced back at her and said: "That's Mistress cunt!"

So saying, Lois grabbed her knees and **** more of herself down on that cock. Blaze grunted as the sandy tunnel dragged at her stiff, wounded prick. Lois, for whom the experience was no more pleasant, grunted in pain as the head of the cock compacted the wet sand deeper in her pussy...yet by **** of will, she began to move up and down, fucking herself on Blaze's cock, letting her salty juices ooze into the wounds torn open by the packed sand and grit that was falling out of her in a shower over that mighty prick.

Time lost all meaning. It was a battle of wills and endurance. Too much demanded the demon's attention, and she knew to heal her wounds in front of Lois would be an admission of defeat...and the demon vowed she would not go down without busting a nut deep in Lois Lane's cunt.

The reporter knew it too, could read it in the defiant face. Lois sneered and spread up, grinding away at the dick that was too hard, too long, too fate for her pour pussy, and Lois had no doubt that some of the blood now coating the crimson cock was her own....until, at last, Blaze's balls contracted. The white eyes squeezed tight. The cock swelled...and burst an artery, a bright spray of blood washing over the demonic dickgirl's chest...and a hot wad of demonic splooge painted the inside of Lois Lane's cunt, the compacted sand around her cervix soaked with black jizz.

When Lois stood up again, the cock flopped out of her lick a dead thing, the blood oozing thickly. Not a drop of cum escaped her body...and Blaze lay there, eyes blazing, a smile of painful triumph on her face.

Lois Lane's chest heaved. She felt the need to say something.

"I've had better," Lois managed...and then the reporter stiffly climbed off the bed. The Warp Chamber door stood out in the desert, and Blaze made no move to stop Lois as she opened it and stepped...not back into the club, but into her own apartment.

The demon smiled at the moon. Her words came to Lois as a distant whisper.

"Well played...Mistress. Until we meet again..."