End: Drink Her Fill

She grasped the dark chalice in both hands. It felt warm to her touch, as though responsive to to her lust...her need.

"More," Lois whispered as she pushed harder, crushing Blaze's face into the side of the altar." She brought the brimming chalice to her lips. "More."

Salt washed over her tongue, hot and runny. The dickgirl didn't even swallow, only opened her throat and let it flow down her gullet. There were no visions this time, only the taste of warm cum that seemed to fill her entire being.

Blaze grew tighter around her, and began to moan.

No, not tighter, Lois realized. My dick. My dick is growing.

She couldn't see it. Couldn't see anything except the great cup before her, its inky depths like a starless night. But she could feel it, impossible as it was. Her erection was pushing against the demon's insides, growth constrained only by the limits of her colon...and that, Lois could tell, was slowly failing. Muscle, skin, and integument began to stretch around her growing penis, the dick was pushing deeper inside, the head pressing past the colon into her intestines...

The darkness of the cup seemed to be staring back at Lois now. She had given herself over to the Black Grail entirely, and it felt as though she was being hollowed out and filled up with something...something greater...

Too many have abused this gift.

The voice echoed inside of the reporter's head, and she recognized it as her own. Her balls felt impossibly heavy now, she could feel them rest on the back of Blaze's calves. The demon had stopped making noises, and Lois wondered, momentarily, if she had passed out. Then the voice came again.

Someone should bring this gift to the world.

Cum began to run over the reporter's lips. It flowed out of her nostrils. Inky darkness seemed to consume her, and she realized she couldn't feel the tip of her dick anymore...or her feet upon the floor...or the hands holding the chalice.

Lois remembered that woman, the first woman. All those pussies fucked. Swelling with new life. She could feel little else, but she felt her cock stir at the thought.

Yes, that's what I want. To help people. Help women conceive. I can do it, I can find...

Fulfillment.

The reporter opened her eyes. The Black Grail was empty. She could still taste the cum. Looked down at herself, expecting to see her penis grown to monstrous size...but no. Her member stood proud and tall, still a massive tool, perhaps thirteen inches long, but not anywhere near as big as it had felt earlier...but it felt heavy, dense, the swollen balls beneath banging against her legs.

The chapel was ankle-deep in black jizz, which was slowly drying to a dark grey film. A woman, covered in jizz, lay curled in a fetal position at her feet. The reporter set the chalice on the altar and bent down, wiping away the cum.

It was Angelica Blaze. She looked very human, and very fragile just then. The dickgirl reporter's eyes went down to her crotch, but there was no cock and balls on her, and no clothing either. Only cum-drenched shreds. A pale pussy stared up at Lois between her legs, and she felt her hard cock twitch, a sudden pressure building inside of her.

"Blaze," Lois whispered, wiping some of the cum from the woman's face with her hand. Stared into those eyes, which were pure white, with no pupil or iris. "Have you ever wanted to have children?"

"Yesss..." she mumbled, sleepily.

Lois lifted the limp woman up with some difficulty, and laid her agains the altar. The legs splayed indecently, revealing the pale virgin puss, hairless and untouched. The dickgirl laid the tip of her erection against those soft, hot folds.

"I'm going to help people," she told Blaze, whose eyes were open now. The woman said nothing as Lois began to squeeze her cock into the tight hole, offered no resistance as Lois pushed slowly in and out of her. "I'm going to help women that can't conceive but want a baby. I can do. I can feel the power inside of me now. I think...I think I can regrow wombs. Refill ovaries. I think I can impregnate anyone. I AM the Black Grail!"

The dock was halfway inside of Blaze now, and a moan of pleasure hissed through her lips. Lois could see the hard nipples, and wondered what they would look like swollen with milk for her unborn children. A tingle built up inside of the reporter's balls. A sense of anticipation. Her power was fertility...a gift that had to be shared.

Starting with Blaze.

Lois grabbed the altar and shoved hard, forcing another inch inside of Blaze, and the cum-covered woman jerked and shuddered as the first pussy-orgasm wracked her frame...followed, a half-dozen thrusts later, by the first dose of Lois Lane's magic-laced cum. The reporter closed her eyes in bliss as she felt her sperm shoot deep inside the fertile depths...could almost feel the magic guiding them forward, Blaze's body already preparing itself for impending motherhood.

The reporter pulled out, leaving the demon to lay there and recover. There were others here that needed her help. The poor, half-corrupted victims of the Black Grail. Lois resolved to give them the true blessing.

Ankles moving through the slippery half-congealed cum, she returned to the milking chamber, her cock standing tall and proud.

"Who wants a baby?" She announced, with a wicked grin.

It wasn't the night that Lois had imagined, when she went out. Yet she couldn't deny that it was very, very fulfilling.