End: Feign Disinterest

"Yeah, sure. Can you keep it down? I'm watching the movie," Lois Lane said, in the most bored tone of voice she could manage as her eyes stared blankly at the screen.

Blaze hissed, and pinched the reporter's nipple. "Hey! I'm fucking you! I'm defiling your body with my Satanic shaft!"

"Whatever," Lois said, channeling her best Gen X don't-give-a-shit-attitude despite the pain in her boob and the fat, throbbing dick plunging in and out of her body. "Hey, you know Michael Goodliffe killed himself after making this movie? That's fucked up."

"You're fucked up!" Blaze growled. The demon abandoned her human guise completely, the form of Angelica Blaze falling away to reveal blood-red skin and black horns, burning white eyes without pupil or iris, and a girthy prick whose sensitive underside was sheathed in smooth scales like the belly of a snake. Blaze hauled herself upright, pulling the reporter into her lap. Lois Lane grunted in pain as the demon's dick slammed into her cervix. "Fuck yourself! Fuck yourself on my cock like the whore of Hell you have become!"

Without her volition, the reporter's hips jerked. Her feet found purchase on the couch cushions, and grabbing the demon's knees the naked woman was able to lift herself up until the whole of the great shaft was almost out of her pussy, and then slam it painfully back down. The reporter's nails bit into the knees and Lois grimaced at every punishing blow, but she kept up her feigned indifference...it was obviously getting to Blaze.

"Fucking...rude..." Lois huffed in between plowing her own pussy on the demonic rod. "Why does...every...fucking...villain...want to...knock...me...up?"

"What?" Blaze said, and Lois imagined the brow crinkling in between the scarlet succubus' horns.

"You...think...you're...the...first?" Lois huffed, the vigorous exercise straining her body. The cock had slammed into her cervix so many times that Lois could feel the spreading pain of future cramps...and wouldn't be surprised if she pissed blood tonight. "You're...not...planting...a flag...in my...uterus! Do you...know...how many...abortions...I've had?"

Which, if Blaze asked her point-blank, would have been "zero." While many of Superman's foes had threatened her sexually, none of them had actually sealed the deal the way Blaze had. Lois hoped that the insinuation would be enough...that maybe she could trick the demon into letting her go as used goods.

It almost worked.

"Stop," Blaze said, her voice no longer the roar of a wounded heart. Lois Lane paused in mid-fuck...and then her body went limp, and she slid down the crimson shaft. It was as if each every muscle in her body had just relaxed, and Lois grunted as her head lolled on a neck that suddenly couldn't support it, and she flopped against the demon, her head on Blaze's shoulder.

"You poor damned soul," Blaze murmured, and Lois felt the soft, spongy pads of the demon's fingers rub at her clit as the thick cock threatened to split the reporter in two. "I never considered how you might have suffered so. Have no fear. As my pet, you will never know the pain of such suffering again. No, no more nasty abortions..."

Lois shuddered, despite herself, as the demon's mouth found her neck. The brief pain of the teeth biting into her skin made Lois shudder...but worse than that was how her body responded to the incessant rubbing of her clit in slow, constant circles. The throb of the cock made her pussy spasm and squeeze...and then she felt it.

The reporter had never actually felt a lover cum inside of her. A tablespoon of cum in the average cunt was barely noticeable. This...this was different. The cock seemed to expand to seal her pussy. The tip, pressed so close to her bruised cervix, shot the seed with such **** that the impact of each and every jet of ebon-black sperm made the reporter's body quiver like the head of a drum. The reporter could not suppress the moans that issued from her lips, or her eyes from rolling up into her head as black sparks erupted from the demon's fingers, triggering the cunt muscles to seize and tighten around the erupting prick...and the battered cervix to open and slurp at the mounting pool of virile goo that polluted the depths of Lois Lane's channel, sucking the impregnating, corrupting fluid into her womb.

"You are mine, Lois. My toy, body and soul. You will see...I can take good care of my possessions..."

The reporter's eyes rolled down from her sockets as the chain of climaxes abated...and on the screen, she watched the demon-fetus-thing crawl between the legs of the white-clad sacrifice on the altar.

You and me both, sister, Lois Lane thought bitterly, as her plan failed.

That was how Lois Lane's night ended...and how her new relationship with the demon Blaze began.