End: Double Vaginal

Lois scattered the chips on the table with a wave of her hand and laid back on the felt, her thighs spread wide.

"Come here," she commanded.

The demon's eyes blazed, black sparks crackling from here pure white eyes as she sauntered forward, idly stroking her crimson cocks.

Blaze stopped as her heads were a whisper's distance from Lois' holes. Despite their previous sexual episodes, the reporter could see the shafts were hard and throbbing.

She wants this, Lois thought to herself. Maybe this is what she always wanted.

Sitting up, the reporter grabbed the twin shafts with both hands, pressing them tightly together. Taking a deep breath, she pulled gently, and Blaze let herself be led forward...as Lois pressed both of the heads past the lips of her pussy, guiding them toward her tight, slick, channel, already lubed with the satanic shemale's sperm...

Lois' heart pounded in her breast, body shaking in anticipation. If I'm honest with myself, I want this too. The soft, spongy heads were slick and warm in her hand, but she could compress them with her fingers, squeeze them into her well-fucked cunt. Blaze growled...and then Lois gasped as she felt those twin tips enter into her, stretching her hole to its limit...and the demon hadn't even begun to fuck her yet.

I always imagined doing this. The reporter felt her breath coming in short, hot pants. All those nights, watching those sluts on the internet stuff their holes. I wondered what it would feel like...to challenge myself, sexually. But I never did. Except now... Lois remembered the two shining soul-chips. ...now I have a reason!

Blaze pressed forward and Lois wanted to scream. The two cocks pressed deeper into her channel, and she swore something was going to split inside her crotch.

"Don't worry," the demon hissed. "I won't damage you. I would never do that to the mother of my spawn." Blaze's smile grew wider, exposing sharp white teeth like fangs.

The scarlet succubus laid a hand on Lois' belly, the thumb pressing into the reporter's clit. Slowly—achingly slowly—the shemale began to grind her cocks a little deeper into Lois' body. Black cum oozed out the sides of Lois' overstuffed pussy, **** out by the meat pressing into her polluted channel, and even though barely a couple of inches of the demon's dicks were inside of her, Lois could feel her entrance stretched practically to its limit, the flesh taut around the twin invaders.

"You know, I enjoy this game," Blaze ground her thumb into Lois' clit, delighting in the little moan it elicited from her lover. "It's only through these little contracts that you humans really test your own limits—or dare to meet your own desires. Look at you, ready to cum on my cocks, playing the heroine while indulging yourself like a whore."

Lois flushed. The words hit home. She was a whore, prostituting herself as Blaze's broodmare. The reporter had already committed herself to carry the demon's spawn—and would carry even more before this night was out. It was inevitable. But there was more at stake than Lois' pussy...and it was time to remind her demon lover that Lois Lane was still a player.

The reporter's legs closed on Blaze's buttocks like a praying mantis trapping its prey. With a jerk of her gams, the demon was pulled forward, her cocks spearing deeper into Lois' pussy. Human and succubus gasped in unison as the double dicks were squeezed tight in the reporter's over-stuffed cunt.

Sweating, pussy fit to burst, Lois grinned like a wolf. Double the dicks meant double the sensation—and two of them stuffed into the reporter's box would make her cunny twice as tight. Neither of them would last long. Too late, Blaze realized the trap...and planted her hands on either side of the reporter, gripping the edges of the table. It was fuck-or-be-fucked, and the demon was determined to win.

There were no words now. Lois hung on for dear life as Blaze drove her cocks forward, and the reporter pressed her heels into the demon's buttocks to encourage her. Each thrust was like an earthquake, sending chips shaking, threatening to overturn the table.

And in the darkness of the room, there was only the wet schlick-schlick of the cocks sliding in and out of Lois' abused hole, the huffs and puffs as they fucked in unison, two iron wills driving for dominance, bodies locked in the ancient embrace, genitals burning from the mad friction of their coupling.

Lois bit her lip until the blood came. She could feel it coming—she hadn't come yet and she was past due, right on the edge. The climax was a burning need within her, and she was in that pounding rhythm where she knew she couldn't stop, not even if her father walked in to see her getting balled out by Satan's well-hung big sister. Blaze's balls slapped her ass with ****, the swollen nuts pounding away until the reporter's backside was crimson and smarting...and Lois knew that the demon was on the edge too.

Blaze's form flickered, concentration faltering as the illusions and shapeshifting were dropped, one by one. The form Lois saw wasn't much more human, but it was...smaller, less statuesque. Smaller breasts, darker nipples, black hair plastered on her crimson forehead with sweat, horns a little smaller, a little less perfect...those crimson lips were peeled back to reveal very human teeth, a long but very human tongue...

Instinctively, Lois pushed herself off of the table, wrapping her arms around Blaze's neck, smashing her lips into the demon's own. The succubus' mouth was like a furnace, but Lois pushed her tongue into it, forcing her blood into her lover's mouth, pressing all over her weight down on those twin cocks and squeezing for all her overworked pussy was worth. Oddly, Lois felt herself closing her eyes as they shared that kiss, the demon's breath scorching the reporter's lungs, her tongue exploring the mouth that tasted of ash and blood and musk...

The cocks bulged within Lois, impossibly tight, and a sharp pain stabbed through her as she knew that finally, inevitably, something had ripped—her labia, maybe, or maybe her vagina had torn—but it didn't matter at that moment. Lois' heart sang in triumph as she felt the fresh hot wet rush inside of her, the twin eruptions that shook Blaze's entire frame—and it wasn't a heartbeat later that the reporter's own long-delayed climax finally took off.

The wounded pussy clamped on the invaders, and Lois broke the kiss to scream in pain and exultation. Her thighs clamped so around her lover that the reporter was afraid her bones would burst out through the skin, her nails clawed at the soft, silky hide, unable to penetrate but digging in as hard as they could—and Blaze roared back, drunk with blood and lust as Lois arched her back, pressing her breasts against the demon's tits.

It was a moment that shook the darkness...and then Blaze collapsed onto the floor, Lois on top of her, battered cunt still impaled on the twin shafts. They like that for minutes, unable even to hold each other, just lying one atop another, so Lois could feel the beat of Blaze's heart through her lover's ribcage, feel the final electric spasms of her orgasm work their way out of her bruised and battered cunt.

The reporter's eyes caught something on the floor, close at hand. Two chips, each bearing a perfect egg—each under siege from a black army. Lois smiled as one conquering sperm in each image slipped past that final barrier...and then she knew, it was all worth it. The souls of the missing women were free.

"I won," she whispered.

Blaze puffed. "Best...best two out of three?"

"Nope, I won," Lois said...and then something happened. A shift, a change she didn't expect. Now she saw her cock embedded in Blaze's pussy and...her brow furrowed in confusion. My cock?

Blaze frowned. "I guess...you did win."

"So why do I have a dick? Why do you have a pussy? What the fuck..."

The demon smiled, grabbed the reporter's hand, and guided it to her stomach.

"Face it, sweetmeat. You hit the jackpot."