End: Fuck The Pain Away

*Whap*

Blaze raised her prick up and slapped it, hard. The sound caught the reporter's attention. She sniffled, then stared in confusion as the scarlet succubus continued to slap her dick. Under these ministrations, the half-flaccid cock returned swiftly to full erection, to cast a shadow on the reporter's stomach.

"What are you doing?" Lois asked, and blinked through her tears.

"I cannot allow my bride to be unhappy," Blaze said. Satisfied with her hardness, the demonic dickgirl lowered her prick to rub it against the reporter's overflowing slit. "So I'm going to fuck you until you feel better."

Lois half-stifled a laugh.

"That's ridiculous. Human...human emotions don't work that way!"

And for the first time, Lois Lane saw the demon's half-smile spread into something like a true grin, white teeth as small and sharp as a shark's. Blaze's pure white eyes seemed to glow, and black sparks crackled on her dark horns.

"That, sweetmeat, sounds like a challenge."

The cock spread the reporter's labia. The demon loomed over the reporter, her small breasts hung free to brush against Lois Lane's, her hot lips sought the human woman's as she sheathed her fat cock in the reporter once more. Lois let out a sigh of coupled pleasure and pain as she felt her pussy, already sore from the earlier intense fucking, stretched once again...and yet...

Yet in Blaze's arms, beneath the steady pounding of her prick, the crimson fingers that explored her body, the hot kisses and little love-bites...as the heat and pleasure built within Lois, the raw, aching wound of her mother's loss began to fade. It was still there...and more than once during that long, slow, fuck-session Lois felt the tears come again, hot and wet down her cheeks. Her nails scratched at the demon's back as she held Blaze tight, her aching cunt squeezed until she thought it would burst, her heart thundered.

They moved around the room, fucking against every wall, every surface. Never did Blaze let her go, not for a moment. Not when hot spunk dripped down from the reporter's overflowing cunny. Not when exhaustion meant that Lois bounced like a ragdoll on the demon's cock, and the great red balls slapped against Lois Lane's labia until the lips felt sore and bruised.

Lois welcomed the pain, the exhaustion, the exertion, the cock that felt like it pumped a gallon of spunk into her already impregnated cunt as though more sperm would make her more pregnant. She welcomed the way the demon worshipped every inch of her body, even running a purple tongue over each armpit, or pinning Lois down and drawing the reporter's legs together to suck on her toes.

Perhaps that was when Lois began to feel something deeper for Blaze...and the raw wound of her mother's loss would begin to heal.

By dawn, the reporter was asleep on her side. She couldn't sit; her pussy was raw and inflamed. Little spasms shook her sleeping form, which **** rivulets of black cum out of her spunk-filled slit. Blaze sat on the couch, her dick a mottled purple, and smiled at her handiwork.

It was not quite what she had expected, what the ghost of Ella Lane had proposed...but the scarlet succubus had to admit that the woman had been right. Deep in her heart, Lois Lane was a slut who needed a hard cock inside of her...and now, Blaze knew, that cock would be hers.

Of course, they would have to deal with Superman and the other heroes...but that is another story.