End: Five Brides For Yog-Sothoth

"The stars will very shortly be in a particular alignment," Colin Thornton said. "Opening a window to certain higher dimensions; I will offer these five brides to Yog-Sothoth, who is the Gate and the Key to the Gate, and in exchange for he will provide me grant me access to hypertime—the infinite possibilities of the multiverse that exist outside the strictures of this world."

Angelica Blaze set her hands on her hips.

"Ambitious. Of couse, you know what Yog-Sothoth would do to his 'brides'—they will be driven made, **** to spear his monstrous spawn, and the spiritual and physical cancers will claim their life and sanity, if they even survive the birth."

"Yes," he said with a devilish grin. "I was frankly looking forward to that. I am sure the sight of their violation will arouse me as nothing else; it might even inspire me to do a little spawning on my own. After all, once I have ascended, the heroines of this world will be little more than playthings for my enjoyment."

"Yes, I'm sure you would enjoy it," Blaze countered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Too bad this particular design of yours will never be complete. You cannot have Lois Lane, I claim her as my own."

"Yours?" Colin sneered, and his dark eyes turned pure white, without pupil or iris. "Be reasonable, sister. Join me! Together we can travel back and forth and sideways in time...the gifts of Yog-Sothoth can be shared between us equally! What is one mortal cunt compared to the power and glory everlasting?"

"You're still a child, brother," Blaze said as she raised her hands in a warding gesture. "Always jealous of my possessions. No means no. You will learn that, if I have to burn it into your hide."

Thornton's grin died into a deep grimace. Then he bared his teeth, larger and sharper than a human's teeth should be. He raised his hands, black lightning crackled up his muscular forearms.

"A contest, then," Thornton said. "Winner takes all!"

*tink*

Thornton looked down at the sound of stone on metal, his white eyes wide. The can of blood at his feet had been knocked over, spilling a crimson puddle across his carefully-drawn diagram.

"Who..." He looked up just in time for Lois Lane's next pebble to hit him in the eye. She grinned, reached for another bit of stone...and then Blaze was there in front of her, pushing the reporter against the back wall of the room. Lois didn't know why...

...until she saw that the diagram, including the bloody puddle, had turned an inky black that seemed to drink in the light...and in that darkness Lois caught a glimpse of stars, galaxies, purple nebulae...and something darker still that moved among the stars and blotted them out.

Black strands leaped out of the ruined diagram and wrapped around Colin Thornton. He roared and struggld, voicing terrible incantations in a language Lois didn't know, sending bursts of black lightning against the spreading stain as his clothes were torn to shreds...she caught a glimpse of his trim, well-muscled but hairy form, his large caught burst free, the testicles shaggy as a goat's, and there was something almost goat-like about his body now that she saw him nude. For a moment, Thornton seemed ready to burst free...

...and then a single spike of ebony launched itself between his legs and into the air. Lois Lane's eyes went wide as she saw him suspended for a moment, impaled up the ass by a smooth blackness as thick as her thigh and as tall as a telephone pole. His muscular abs distended...his incantations were interrupted by a brief scream of discomfort...

...and then the spike retreated, carrying Thornton with it. Dark into darkness and out of sight, and the stars and galaxies faded and seemed to fold into themselves, until it was just four naked women in the middle of a ruined pentragram.

"The stars were right," Angelica Blaze whispered with a shudder. Then she stepped away from the wall and reached for Lois Lane's hand. The reporter grabbed it, without thought or hesitation.

"What...happened?" Lois asked.

"I'll tell you later...over breakfast. For now, let us go help your missing women. He'll have **** them to make them docile and compliant, but that will be wearing off soon."

Lois Lane shook her head. She had so many questions...but there was one she needed Blaze to answer immediately.

"Breakfast. As in, a date?"

Blaze turned her head and smiled that secret half-smile...and then, to the reporter's surprise, the smile relaxed into something a little more natural, teeth showing for a brief instant, eyes flashing with laughter.

"I was thinking breakfast in bed. After all, you've only cum with your ass once. Don't you want to see if you can do it again?"

Lois Lane's heart fluttered...but she smiled back. That was just like Blaze...but right now, Lois found she didn't mind. In fact, once this night out was over, she was hoping to get Blaze to answer many more questions...

...the one about anal orgasms somewhere near the top of the list.