End: Humility

Lois hesitated. Doubts assailed her. The thought that perhaps she had been hasty in making her deal, that she had made promises that her body—or at least her ass—couldn't handle.

Come on, Lane, she thought to herself. You've come this far. You don't want Blaze to win, do you? Besides, my ass is perfect—it can take any cock I throw at it! No need to be humble about

The reporter shook her head back and purposefully walked away from the seated demon. She leaned against the opposite chair, one leg sliding into the seat, and glanced over her shoulder to shoot Blaze her best "come hither" look.

"Humble my ass," Lois challenged. "If you can!"

Blaze grinned. A part of her would miss this version of Lois Lane...but as the Satanic spunk dripped out of the reporter's slit, the demon mused that it would be worth i.

Crimson claws pulled the reporter's tight ass apart, exposing her pink pucker. A black spark jumped between the tips of Blaze's dark horns, and a clear oil dripped down the crack of the reporter's ass, appearing to rain from nowhere...and the scarlet succubus rubbed it into the pert pucker with the rubbery head of her crimson cock.

"Deep breath," Blaze advised. "Just relax..."

"Ugh," Lois grunted as the head pressed against her virgin hole...but slick and stiff as it was, it took the barest fraction of Blaze's strength to pop that particular cherry. The reporter's back muscles bunched, body stiffening, knuckles turning white as they grasped the back of the chair. With great patience, Blaze waited for the first pain and discomfort to ease...her claws scratched lightly at the reporter's back, not hard enough to break the skin, just enough to distract her...and when Lois Lane's shoulders finally slumped a little the demon stepped forward, pushing her cock a little deeper in.

Time lost meaning for Lois. All of her consciousness was focused on her ass, on the new sensations she was experiencing. Her occasional enema, like earlier tonight before she came to the club, had been a matter of hygiene...but this...this was getting fucked. No, more gentle than that. This was Blaze breaking in her ass. Making love to it. Little moans eked out of the reporter's lips as she slowly got used to the sensation of the heavy shaft sliding in and out of her shithole. As she acclimated herself to the heat, to the way her ass burned with friction when Blaze sped up, the way it almost seemed to rub her pussy from the inside.

Just like that, the lost piece of herself slid back into the reporter's soul.

Great Caesar's ghost, she's so much more experienced at this than me...

"Now Lois...here's an important question," Blaze said. "Because I still haven't blown my load yet. Do you really want your virtue of Chastity back? Or do you want me to pump my seed somewhere else?"

The reporter bit her lip. A part of her wanted to be whole...and conflicting thoughts whirled through her brain. It wasn't good to overindulge in sex...Blaze was obviously a villain, a literal demon, and who was she to think she could out-smart her? The warring emotions tugged at Lois Lane...but at last, curiosity won out.

"What do you propose?" Lois asked.

"Stay are you are now," Blaze whispered. "Let me keep that little part of you, and I'll fulfill all of your sexual desires. Blow a load in your mouth, pussy, or ass anytime you want. Check all the boxes on your sexual bucket list. After all, you've already freed those other women...and if I have you to fulfill my nasty needs, I won't need to enslave anyone else...so really, you'd be rewarding yourself and doing the world a favor..."

It was tempting...and a part of Lois Lane wanted to give in to that temptation. A loud part. She squeezed her pussy, feeling that jizz trickle down her thighs. Damage already done, there. She's already fucked a demon...fucked in the ass, sucked her off...

_Why not? _Lois Lane wondered. "Okay. On one condition. Any time I want, I can finish our deal. You give me that virtue back, and can fuck any hole of your choice."

"Of course, sweetmeat," Blaze said, as she pulled her dick out of Lois with a wet schluck. "But for now...where do you want to be fucked?"

Lois Lane felt a delicious, naughty thrill run through her as she reached down and spread her sopping cunt with two fingers.

"Paint my womb!" She whispered huskily...and as Blaze moved to oblige, Lois Lane would always remember that as the moment she began her slide into damnation.