End: Hard As Steel

Lois Lane stared at Blaze. Her violet eyes flashed, challenging the demonic dickgirl's cock supremacy. The reporter's lips curled as she fingered her pussy. She rolled onto her back and spread her labia wide.

"Superman!" she whispered.

Which snapped the last thin thread of sanity that Blaze had.

The demon fell on the reporter with a rage, painfully stiff. One scarlet hand clamped around the reporter's mouth, and the crimson cock, painfully priapic, pushed into the reporter's cunny. The pure white eyes of the demon glowed like twin suns.

"Fucking slut! I was going to spare you. Let you linger as my cockslave. But now I'm just going to lobotomize you. Tear that name from your fucking brain. Turn you into a mindless sex toy that can't put words together. Good only as a fucking onahole for my stress relief."

The demon's hand was clamped painfully over the reporter's mouth. Lois cried out in pain as she felt the pressure on her jaw. The suddenness of the violation of her pussy. She stared at the demon and knew that she was quite capable of what she claimed. For just a moment, Lois Lane wondered if she had gone too far.

Then a shadow fell over Blaze. A figure loomed behind the horned head. Lois Lane's eyes widened...and she knew Blaze was right to fear.

Superman had no particular immunity to magic. By contrast, magic had no particular immunity to Superman. A fact that Blaze discovered as a grip that could crush the hand of a god closed on her balls. Lois Lane didn't see what happened. She only felt the demon's body tense. Felt the hot jet of liquid spew into her poor pussy. Saw Blaze's mouth open in a silent scream...and then the demon, and Superman, were gone.

A burst of super-speed, and super-strength. Lois rocked her jaw, the marks of the demon's fingers still there. Down below, a chunky black goo filled the reporter's cunny. The reporter grimaced as she poked at it. There was cum in there, certainly, but other things as well. She stared at the now-open door to her balcony, felt the wind on her naked skin.

Somewhere, out there, Superman was doing terrible things to Blaze.

Which left Lois Lane to deal with the mess on her own.

With stiff legs, the reporter stumbled into the bathroom, one hand cupped around her pussy. There was a douche under the sink. And for the next few minutes Lois set herself to work cleaning out all that was left of Blaze...and wondering if that was enough.

I fucked a demon, Lois thought. There have to be consequences.

The events of the night ran through the reporter's mind with startling clarity. It was as if a veil had been lifted on her thoughts, or maybe she'd just sobered up. There had been decisions she'd made that seemed so out of character. Lustful choices that made no sense in hindsight. Was that all Blaze? Or had Lois just been drunk and horny beyond relief? What would happen to those missing women now?

"What will happen to me?" she whispered, as she flushed the toilet. Even with all the douching, it still felt like there was something, some part of Blaze, deep inside her. Where no jet of water could wash it out. The reporter frowned and closed her eyes, suddenly tired...and wondering what she would tell Superman when he returned.

Yet that is another story.