End: I Am

Cat Grant shook as she said the words. Need burned in her. Everything she wanted was there on that table...Lois Lane, exactly as she had specified....and all it would cost her was her soul.

Which she wasn't even using, anyway.

Blaze's lips split to bare her very white, very sharp teeth. Her thumbs massaged the back of Cat Grant's neck...pulled the hair aside to reveal the opening at the base of her skull. The demon leaned forward and opened her mouth...and something sharp and black slid up her throat and launched itself into the back of the woman's head, burrowing through the skin, slipping into her brain...

They awoke, holding hands. Lois Lane's fingers curled over her wife's as the attendants at the spa removed the cucumber slices from their eyes, and they turned to look at each other, lust and love intermingled. A shiver ran through the reporter's body as she thought about what she wanted to do to Cat...and what she wanted Cat to do to her...on their honeymoon to Niagara Falls.

Except Cat couldn't wait.

"I think we need some alone time," Cat Grant said, as she peeled off the mud pack on her face. Iron had crept into her voice, and the attendants fled. Leaving them alone in the soft-lit white room, with its two massage tables and its pots of incense.

Cat's fingers caught the white towel that towered over her wife's chest and pulled them down to reveal Lois Lane's massive fake tits. The tits that she had helped pay for, she now remembered. That belonged, as far as she was concerned, as much to her as they did to Lois.

"Darling," Lois said, her own tone brooking no defiance. "Come on, let's save it for...aah!"

Lois Lane's wife tugged up on the rings that pierced her nipples.

"You promised the justice of the peace," Cat reminded her. "To love, honor, and obey."

One leg was thrown over the head of the table...and then Cat's kitty was pressed against Lois Lane's face. A muffled whimper came up as, obediently, her tongue found its way to Cat's slit. A grin split the other woman's face, a strange half smile as she tugged at her wife's piercings, planning out their honeymoon.

Adam could stay with his grandparents for a while. In fact, she might start looking into military schools. Get the little shit out of the way, toughen him up a little. They could turn his bedroom into their new playroom...

In their heads, the demonic parasites settled into their new roles, their new personalities. Soon enough, the people at the Daily Planet would pick up on the changes in the new women. Some would be hurt, others intrigued...and those two, so wrapped up in themselves, wouldn't care a whit.

Blaze smiled as she watched on the monitor as Cat Grant's hips began to buck, her hands ceased teasing and began mauling those hard, heavy tits. The demonic implants were hardier than the silicone bags used by mere human surgeons; they could take a lot of ****.

The demon's mind went to the Man of Steel...and how he would react when he saw what Lois Lane had become. The scarlet succubus chuckled to herself. There was nothing he could do about it, not now. Even if he could detect the parasite, it was a part of Lois now, as much a part as the piercings, the tattoos, the lip fillers and butt implants. She was Cat Grant's now...her partner, her dom, her sub. Everything that the twisted mind of the woman had ever wanted...and Blaze laughed when she thought of what fools these mortals be, when given exactly what they wanted.

On the table, Cat Grant screamed at the first real orgasm she'd had in years. Her body, which she had been so ashamed of since giving birth, with its stretch marks and slightly sagging breasts, shook and shuddered as Lois Lane's lips sucked on her clit...and they both of them exulted in the knowledge that this was only the beginning of their life together.

A part of Blaze wanted to see what happened next...but that is another story.