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Chapter 20 by Zeebop Zeebop

What Else Does Blaze Want?

End: Her Soul

The demon's eyes blazed brighter than her name. Lois Lane felt herself pinned, utterly violated...something hot and wet slid down her throat to feed her growing demonspawn, the succubus' balls pounded hard against her ass as the rigid prick plunged deep, as if ready to knock on the door to the reporter's womb...and in that moment when Lois Lane's resistance began to give way to despair, Blaze's voice burned into her mind.

Lois...surrender yourself to me. You have already given me so much. The friendship of your thighs. Your womb to bear my children. Your body for my pleasure...but I want more. I want it ALL.

The words dripped into the reporter's brain like acid, and she found she could not look away from the burning eyes, though tears ran from the reporter's sockets. Blaze started to circle her hips, grinding that cock deep within, the temperature rising, the spawn stirring inside the reporter's swollen stomach as though they could sense their sire.

Be mine. Give me your soul, and I will have no other consort. No one else to bear my spawn. No one else to sate my carnal desires. I will bring you to depths of such debauchery and heights of ecstasy such as no mortal woman has ever experienced...and your chains and collar shall be gold, studded with diamonds. Kings and queens, great presidents and heroes would beg for such slavery as shall be yours, but at my side you will be equal to any Queen of Hell...and you shall service only me.

Lois moaned as the demon's body ground against her clit. Images flashed through her brain...of herself seated on a throne of slaves, their bodies twisted and painted with gold dust, stomach so massively swollen that she needed an iron ring bound tight about her abdomen to hold the massive sphere, her breasts gravid as any primitive fertility idol...and dukes of hell turned their head in fear as she passed on her writhing sea, their cocks hard and dripping pitch, **** to fuck her but knowing that Lois Lane knew only one mistress...

The reporter trembled...not at what she might become, but at the after-images, the fleeting thoughts from Blaze's mind about what would happen if Lois said no. She saw herself bound over fires, her gravid stomach scorched black scheming imps drove red-hot pokers in her cunt...and that was not the worst of it. She saw her sister, her father, her mother, her whole family, the line of her ancestors back to the beginning, laid out before her, a forest of spikes, each one writhing in agony, just so that Lois could know the price of her defiance.

The demon sensed the reporter's decision. The tongue slid out from the pregnant woman's mouth, the cock ceased its gyrations. It was almost the moment of the demon's total victory...

"Promise...promise me," Lois coughed and swallowed. "If I...if I give myself to you. You'll leave Superman alone."

The demon's tongue flicked out, to lick her tears from her face.

"I will do no harm to Superman, ensnare him in no plot, make no war against him...so long as he does no injury to me," Blaze said. "Is that not fair, my sweet?"

Lois Lane sighed. She sank into herself...and then a final spark of rebellion flared inside of her. She stared up into the demon's burning eyes.

"What do you swear it on?"

The demon smiled. "On my secret name, my true name, that name which is all that there is that is Blaze, and no other. By earth and air, fire and wire, by the name that I dare not name...I swear, I will do no injury to Superman, strike no blow unless he strokes me first. He will be immune from all my powers, even unto the heart of my kingdom, and I will never claim his soul...so long as I have yours."

Lois swallowed. "Alright. I agree."

It was such a little thing. Lois hardly knew it was missing until it was gone...but something sparkled now at Blaze's throat, and demon and **** fell down through shadows, still joined cock and cunt...down to the dark kingdom of smokeless fires, where Lois Lane would rest in her lap, a figure of glory amond the damned, resplendent so that even the greatest sinners bowed their head...at the woman who had sacrified herself body and soul for the one she loved.

As they came at last to her kingdom, Lois wondered back at all the choices she had made, that brought her to this place...and wondered what other way she could have gone, what other path she might have taken.

Too late, now.

The End

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