End: Give Me Your Tongue

Blaze sat up, the lithe goat-demon that was Lois Lane in her lap. They turned their faces, mouths open, long tongues extended...the former reporter's animalistic, thick, invading; Blaze's long, black, sinuous as a serpent's. Lips met as they rocked together, the demonic dickgirl still hard inside of Lois, genitals grinding against one another as their tongues wrestled and explored.

As they kissed, Blaze's crimson hands explored her lover's body. Combed through the dark, thick fur on those powerful thighs, squeezed the swollen muscles of the ass. Six teats pressed against Blaze's naked chest, the nipples hard...and from the former reporter's throat came a soft sound somewhere between a bleat and a moan.

It was one of those long moments when the outside world seems to melt away. The inside of Lois Lane was so hot, Blaze could feel her cock throb. Aching, tired, yet aroused past all endurance. The demonic dickgirl wasn't sure exactly when things shifted, and Lois was on her back on the floor, claws raking along Blaze's spine, hooves hammering the scarlet succubus' buttocks as Blaze pushed into her...into her cunt this tight, the dark-lipped, animal-like slit that felt as hot as the fires of hell, yet tight as a piece of heaven.

Just like that, all of Blaze's plans for Lois Lane, the point for all of her manipulations, dropped away. She could not send Lois back to the Daily Planet with horns and six tits and a cunt that simply ached for her black jizz. No, there was nothing else for it.

Lois Lane would have to come with her to hell, to sit astride her cock on her dark fiery throne and drain the demon's testes every day.

With a lurch, Blaze dragged herself upright, Lois still writhing and bouncing, bleating out small moans of pleasure, her pussy squelching with every strident press. Blaze grinned as she raised her red hand from the demonic reporter's ass long enough to draw a sigil in the air...and a doorway opened, from which a hot wind blew, and the sound of screams...

"Oh Lois," Blaze whispered into one pointed ear. "I have such sights to show you..."

If Lois Lane cast one look back at her apartment...at the life she left behind...if she recalled all the events of her night out, and what had led to her strange corruption and transformation...if she pitied the missing women, or recalled with softness and tenderness the Man of Steel whom she had so desperately loved once...then all of those last, lingering shreds of humanity were wiped away as Blaze stepped through the portal, pressed the goat-demon's back against the dark obsidian throne of hell, and painted the mouth of her aching, corrupted womb black.

The long, bleating cry of passion echoed throughout the throne room, announcing to all that the Queen of Hell had found her consort at last...an insatiable creature who could meet her tireless lust...and was a fit vessel for her seed.