End: In Tears

It rose within Lois Lane. As hard as she tried to fight it, as much as she hated herself for her weakness, her need, the damnable curiosity that had gotten herself into this situation—the reporter could not deny the sensations she felt, the thrill of that hard, hot meat pounding into her slutty asshole, the thundering of her heart, the terrible taboo of having her anal virginity taken...and as Lois Lane screamed in ecstatic released, her whole body convulsing on that demonic dick that had become, for a moment, the center of her whole universe...

Lois Lane could not stop the tears from flowing down her face.

The sight of which turned Blaze on even more.

They shifted position again, the scarlet succubus seated now on the edge of the bed, Lois Lane bouncing up and down on the demon's crimson cock. One red hand wrapped around Lois Lane's neck, bending her head back to rest on the demon's shoulder, so that a long, purple tongue could lick the tears from the reporter's face. Blaze's testes convulsed, sending a hot stream of Satanic spunk deep into the reporter's colon.

The sex is always so much better when the slut is crying, Blaze thought to herself.

With her free hand, the demon groped the reporter's flat stomach. Flat only for now, because deep within she could almost sense her dark sperm ganging up and **** the reporter's egg. Triumph burned through Blaze at this ultimate degradation. She had won. Lois Lane was hers... addicted to her cock, addicted to her cum...a prize to be enjoyed however the demon saw fit, the delicious salty tears a proof of how, at last, Blaze had broken the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

"This is only the beginning," Blaze said, her cock squelching as the reporter's body moved against her, the reporter gasping for breath as the hand tightened on her throat. "You are mine now...and I have such sights to show you, Lois. I will drag you through every degradation known to man, and some known only to the devils of perdition. And you will hate me, and love me, and as your belly swells with the resort of your whoring, you will thank me and do whatever I command...because I can snuff out the life that grows within you in an instant."

As if to emphasize this point, Blaze formed her hand in a fist and dew it up as though to strike the reporter's abdomen...and Lois squeaked out:

"No! Stop! I'll do it...I'll do whatever you want...just...just don't hurt my baby..."

Blaze's laughter echoed in the reporter's ears. It was like acid eating into her soul. Fierce though Lois Lane's will might be, now she was scared. Not for herself, but for the unborn child she might be carrying. It galled the reporter to think of what she had said and done, and her traitorous body remained wracked with pleasure...but in her mind and heart Lois felt hollow, exhausted, the knowledge of her defeat and submission bitter in her mouth.

The demon drank these emotions down as a sommelier might a fine vintage. Already, her mind was spinning new plans. With Lois Lane under her control, this night out was simply the beginning of a lifetime of sexual torment...and there was nothing that Blaze wanted more but to darken the bright spirit of the woman whose asshole was spitted on her cock, until the reporter's soul was as dark and sordid as Blaze's own, her body spent and wasted from a thousand desecrations, her womb worn and loose from the spawn of hell it would bear.

It would be glorious...but that is another story.