End: Into The Devil's Lap

Thief and reporter moved through the sticky stream. Selina kept close...maybe too close. The warm current of sperm made their footing unsure, yet every time the reporter threatened to slip and fall, Selina was there, her hand at the reporter's elbow...or her hip...or her ass...Lois blushed, not sure where these thoughts were coming from as they followed the stream through the tunnel.

The reporter reminded herself that she was straight, that Selina Kyle was some sort of criminal, that they were here on a mission and not some kind of date...and then there was light ahead. Selina took point, and all Lois could see was that magnificent ass in the tight pants bob up to the surface for a moment, and then the tunnel ended at an opening to a larger chamber.

The river of cum emptied into a deep pool...and in the middle of it was a ruby the size of a Volkswagon Beetle. The red gem filled the cavern with crimson light, blazing from within...and it seemed to be absorbing the cum as fast as it flowed into the pool. The two women stared at the gem, hypnotized for a moment by the almost invisible heat that seemed to radiate from it, pulsing deep inside of its heart like a scarlet galaxy.

Then, Lois Lane became aware of the naked women. They were chained to the walls of the chamber, their heads fixed in frames that held their eyes open so that they couldn't even blink, **** to stare at that crimson radiance...and, the reporter saw, there were goons, dressed and wearing sunglasses, who carried struggling women in and chained them to the wall, and unhooked unstruggling women who smiled dazedly, complacent and with streams of honey running down their thighs from gushing pussies...Lois elbowed Selina.

"Don't look at the gem!" she whispered as loud as she dared.

Selina shook her head. She pointed. Lois Lane looked down...and at the base of the gem, wallowing in the accumulated cum, was a scarlet, horned figure. A woman whose blood-red skin was coated with jizz, whose eyes blazed like two points of white light. Yet "wallow" was the word. The red skin was taut and swollen, the body redolent with fat, the cheeks chubby; the demon looked like a bloated tick, sucking up the sperm in her private bath.

One of the goons, eyes carefully averted from the gem, came to report. Lois strained her ears to pick up the words.

"Mistress...Lois Lane and the other one...they've escaped!" The goon gasped.

The demon heaved her naked, dripping bulk up into the shallows. Lois Lane grimaced as she saw the sagging, swollen breasts, the incredible paunch that jutted out in front of her, the heavy ass cheeks that jiggled as she walked.

"Find them!" Blaze roared, her chins and jowls wagging. "With every drop of semen stolen from Metropolis, my power grows. With every stolen slut, my army grows. Soon, I will be unstoppable! I cannot afford to be discovered now...that is why so much of my magics are tied up in spells of concealment. Only mere mortals like Lois Lane could find me out...and she must not be allowed to report what she discovers!"

Selina grimaced...and Lois Lane saw the thief's hand dig around in her pants. When it emerged, it held the smallest cellphone Lois had ever seen, carefully wrapped in a plastic baggie. She handed the phone to the reporter. It was still warm from her body.

"Call it in. I have Batman on speed dial. I have an idea." Selina whispered.

Lois nodded. Then as if on a whim, Selina darted forward and pressed her lips against Lois Lane's. The reporter was too shocked to respond, though her face burned with sudden and unexpected heat.

"You look real hot, covered in cum," Selina whispered. Then the thief moved to the lip of the opening, stood, and leaped.

Lois Lane would never have imagined a human could cross that gap. Yet the sleek, jizz-covered form launched herself through the air like a missile. With the practice of someone who had flung herself out into the abyss a thousand times, and always landed on her feet.

The reporter had the phone out of the bag and dialing even as Selina landed atop the great crimson jewel.

"Selina," a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. "This is Oracle. Sitrep?"

"It's Lois Lane," the reporter replied back. "Selina and I are in a cavern beneath a club in Metropolis...there's a demon..."

Down in the pool, the grotesquely swollen demon moved like a hippopotamus, submerged in the cum that sank into her skin like a sponge, her already bloated body growing bigger with every moment. Atop the blazing gem, Selina was carefully perched on all fours...and then Lois saw what she was doing. The lithe and athletic woman was shifting her weight back and forth, causing the gem to wobble. A little more and a little more each time, the huge crystal swaying, and Blaze seemingly too busy sucking up cum to be aware of it.

Until the wobbling gem hit some threshold. The shadow of it fell across Blaze's great, half-submerged bulk. Lois Lane gasped at the splortch as the massive glowing gem dropped onto the equally massive but grotesquely swollen demon.

The explosion caused the reporter's heart to skip a beat.

Later on, Lois Lane wondered if Blaze and the gem had been like two poles of a great magical battery, stuffed full of the stolen life essence of every stray bit of sperm in Metropolis. She imagined that when they touched, the magical circuit or whatever must have short circuited. All she knew was that Selina had leaped free at the last possible moment before the gem had crashed into Blaze...and then, without the gem, they and all the other women were left in the dark.

Superman and Batman arrived a few minutes later. A few minutes after that, the magicians began to arrive. Police. Civil services. After the women had been freed, Lois got the interviews she needed for her story. Lois and Selina toweled off outside the Batmobile. Smiling. Joking. Blushing a little.

"One thing that worries me," Lois said. "Is what happened to all that energy Blaze was accumulating? What happened to Blaze?"

Selina shrugged. Utterly unselfconscious, she pulled down the zipper on her jumpsuit, and Lois saw the breasts for a moment before she wiped the jizz from them.

"Don't know, don't care. But hey...if you ever want to work together again, I think we make a good team." Selina said, with a Cheshire grin. Lois Lane found herself blushing again. The thief leaned close. She pressed a scrap of paper into the reporter's hand. "Call me. I know you've got the hots for the big blue boyscout...I'm fond of the Bat myself...but that doesn't mean us girls can't have a little fun on our own..."

This time, it was Lois Lane that leaned in for the kiss...and Seline Kyle who was left blushing, as the reporter's tongue slipped into her mouth, soft and strong and confident. The reporter's free hand went up to squeeze one of Selina's breasts...and then broke away.

"I think I'd like another 'team-up,'" Lois Lane said with a grin.

Despite everything that had happened, Lois Lane called this night out a win.