End: It Is Too Late For Lois Lane

Maybe they gave her a little too much.

Maybe Lois Lane had surrendered too soon, too readily.

Let the darkness enter her soul through her ass. Let all that sexual frustration crack her open like an egg waiting to be fertilized.

Knowledge filtered through to Lois Lane, as the women hurriedly carried her downstairs. Black veins criss-crossed her naked body. The essence of hell, filtered and diluted, fed out in cocktails to the mortals that came to the club for a good time. The ingredient, XXX. That's what it was. A demon's sexual fluids. Willingly ingested. Not enough to change her, right away. Just enough to taint her. Weaken her resolve. Stir those darker emotions.

It was so much easier to corrupt them that way, when they welcomed it into their bodies.

The second dose—stronger, purer, straight from the tap—that was what they had injected up Lois Lane's ass. That even now burned her guts like an octopus with arms of burning coal shifted within her. Made her muscles stiff as the darkness leached out of her veins and into the softer tissues. As an oily, inky liquid smothered her brain and slid into her bones.

Each cell invaded. Changed. Like a virus it spread, but fast, so fast. The fever that passed over Lois Lane was like the flicker of a match for a final cigarette after being dosed with gasoline. Her thin, lithe form shrank on itself as it darkened; ribs pressed outward, flat stomach shrank to inhuman thunnes, hard muscles defined. Only her tits stayed the same, dark wobbling little masses, unnaturally plump and perfect on a withered form.

"Fuck, she's hot!" Valeria shouted as she dropped Lois on the floor.

The impact registered, through the haze. Demon memories slid into the former reporter's brain. Lois Lane hacked and cough, spat out old white teeth as new, black fangs like volcanic glass slid out of black gums. Violet eyes opened, without pupil or iris.

The reporter's nostrils flared. Her face was like a mask carved out of unpolished obsidian. Her hands clawed at the naked, plump legs before her. Caught, and held. Valeria screamed, tried to pull away, fell on her fat ass.

Weakly, Lois dragged herself up those fat legs. A tongue, longer and thinner than before, tipped with a tiny mouth with its own little black teeth, ran over her lips. She could smell it, so good, so close, right there in front of her.

Valeria screamed as the newborn demon's mouth latched onto her pussy. As the long, fanged tongue penetrated her pussy. To latch onto Valeria like a leech. The woman screamed...and then the scream became a moan. The moan became an urgent, **** pant. Tits heaved and jiggled on her plush body as the mouth sucked and sucked...and slowly, the dark, thin form of Lois Lane began to fill out, and Valeria's cheeks grew hollow as something was sucked from her...and the woman writhed in ecstasy as her soft body shrank away, skin hanging now in baggy foldsas the reporter filled out, her breasts bigger than before, ribs now longer exposed.

Something made Lois stop before the end. She rose, with newfound strength, on her own legs. Ran her hands over firm, taut flesh. Ebony breasts that many women would have ached to have—as Lois herself had been jealous of. The demon looked about her, with newfound senses. She could feel Blaze below her, a pulsing heat; the scarlet succubus whose essence Lois had consumed. Whose evil had mixed with Lois Lane's own hungers and made her...something else.

With a thought, Lois stepped into shadow, and she was gone.

Out into the night. Into Metropolis with its teaming millions of souls. Potential victims to sate the reporter's hunger. Instinct kept the reporter on the move, avoiding old haunts, places where she would be recognized, discovered.

She needed time now—to find out what she was. To gain strength. Lois wasn't sure she could go back to being human anymore. The shadow was such a part of her now. The night, the hunger—it all felt as one to her dark, tainted soul. In the shadow of an ancient mausoleum, the newborn creature of darkness stared up at the statue of a bare-breasted angel, and ran dark fingers over a fat, squishy cunt the color of coal. She moaned, and the grasses of the graveyard stirred, the trees swayed in rhythm to her insistent need.

Until as her fingers plunged into her aching cunt, and the black climax washed over her, every chain and lock in the cemetery burst, and the doors of the houses of the dead were open to her.

A display of power that did not go unnoticed.

In the Tower of Fate, a gold-helmed sorcerer lifted his gaze skyward as if he heard a distant cry of a woman in ecstasy.

In Titan's Tower, Raven frowned and shook as her period suddenly stared, a bloody discharge so violent that it brought her to her knees, hands clutched at her midsection.

In London, John Constantine pulled a black cigarette from a regular pack, and it lit with a blue flame that smelled just like a woman's wetness.

In Las Vegas, the rabbit Zatanna pulled from the hat had horns and writhed in her grasp.

In Louisiana, the Swamp Thing stared in amazement as a dozen flowers bloomed all around him in the moonlight...and he saw the great maws of flytraps, the red insides disturbingly vulva-like in appearance.

In his cell at Arkham Sanitarium, the Joker suddenly ceased laughed. As in a wet dream, he ejaculated suddenly, spontaneously, without even being hard first—and the icy cold semen, pale and with specks of blood, ran down his thigh.

And beneath the club, the demon Blaze sat and listened to Tiana babble her story in utter terror.

"Well," Blaze whispered to herself. "That was unexpected."

As Lois locked herself in a crypt to rest and plan, she could feel that something had changed in the world. A new darkness had arrived to plague it, and Lois knew it to be herself. One more thing Lois knew: Blaze had done this to her. Blaze, who was still out there. Blaze, who might yet undo it—and if not—on whom she would **** herself.

As the sun rose over Metropolis, Lois Lane dreamed her leach-like tongue squirmed into that fiery red cunt—and this time, she would not stop before she had swallowed everything Blaze was.

But that is another story.