End: Her Soul

"A little old-fashioned, I know," Blaze said as she clutched the reporter's shoulders. "But worth the results, don't you agree? Wealth...love...a baby...sex..."

Lois Lane watched. Superman was humping the other Lois Lane's face, his balls of steel slapping against her chin as she held that perfect ass with both hands and slurped, urging him to shoot his load down her throat as though it was her favorite treat in the whole world. It was a scene from the reporter's deepest, darkest wet dreams.

It was all Lois had ever wanted.

Except she was still curious about one or two things...

"Is that the price the other women paid?" Lois asked.

"All of them," Blaze said, as she curled a lock of the reporter's hair about her fingers.

"Even the one fucking my father?" Lois said. "That was exactly what she wanted? What she asked for?"

There was the briefest of pause from the scarlet succubus.

"She wanted it. I showed her the truth of her desires, and she sold her soul for it," Blaze said.

"But my father specifically?" Lois asked. "Or was that something you showed her?"

"She had a kink for older men!" Blaze said, tone suddenly defensive.

Lois turned from the lascivious scene. Superman's testicles had tightened, and cum was running out of the other Lois Lane's nose as the jizz overflowed her mouth. The reporter turned her back on the scene to stare at the demon.

"This is a set up! You tricked those women with what they want, twisted their desires just to throw me off balance! This is all a trick to get me to sell my soul!" Lois accused.

"It's not a trick!" Blaze insisted, her white eyes flashing. "I'm a demon! I'm supposed to give people what they want and collect their souls! That's my whole purpose!"

"Bullshit!" Lois said, her every journalistic instinct telling her the demon was lying. "Show me what you really want!"

The demon's face turned purple...her features twisted into a mask of rage...and then there was only darkness. Lois Lane stumbled about, unable to see anything...and finally fished her phone out of her pocket and found herself in a bare concrete room. She opened a door and found herself in a familiar hallway beneath the club, the music drifting down to her...

"I see," Zatanna said, as she poured a little brandy into her coffee. The magician sat at Lois Lane's kitchen table, and had listened to the entire tale of the reporter's strange night out.

"What I don't get is the end...why Blaze reacted like that," Lois said, glad for Zatanna's company. The strange anticlimax of the night had been weighing on Lois, even as she had used her resources to find out that all that Blaze had showed her of the missing women was true...including some very pointed questions that her father had finally answered.

"Because she didn't want to admit the truth," Zatanna said. "Demons, you see, have great power...can twist reality in many ways...but there are limitations. You've heard of the monkey's paw, the object that twists a person's desires back in on themselves? Same idea. Except for demons, it is their own desires that twist the nature of the wishes they grant. They can't just do something for other people, even in exchange for their souls. Their nature always warps the results to align with their own base desires...their greed, cruelty, pride, and lust..."

Lois took a long sip of her doctored coffee as she tried to piece together the magician's words.

"So...in fulfilling those other wishes, Blaze was getting closer to what she wanted?" Lois said. "I don't get it."

Zatanna smiled. "You, Lois. She wanted you. Blaze wanted you as a pregnant, cocksucking slut with big milky titties. No doubt if that scenario had played out a little longer, Superman would have turned out to be Blaze in disguise, or you'd been have an affair with the demon. But that's what Blaze couldn't admit. All her work was dedicated to make your her knocked-up slut."

Lois Lane stared at the magician with mingled horror and shock.

"And she almost got away with it, didn't she?" Zatanna's smile widened. The magician tossed back her brandy and coffee...and Lois Lane sipped hers, suddenly feeling very drunk and very sober at the same time. Because in truth, the reporter had been tempted...very tempted...and she had not idea what would have happened if Blaze's price had been anything less.