End: Kiss Her Goodbye

Just go, Lane, Lois told herself.

The book and crimson cock bundled awkwardly in her arms, Lois impulsively lurched forward and pressed her lips against that of the acolyte. The Asian woman's eyes went wide...and then closed as she leaned into the kiss. Her tongue slid into Lois's mouth as if it belonged there. The reporter wondered if she could taste her own piss.

Five heartbeats. Lois couldn't spare any more time. She left the young woman there, grabbed a robe, and raced out through the Black Door.

Which is why she ran face-first into a pair of tits. The body beneath the robe was hard, unyielding, and Lois bounced off of it, landed on her ass. The book clutched in her hands.

She looked up to see a scarlet face, half-shrouded by the hood. Dark horns curled up from the brow. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris seemed to glow from within.

"Well, well, well. Lois Lane," the demon moved forward, and women in robes filtered in behind her. "I wondered where you'd gotten to! I lost track of you for a little while..."

"I was just leaving," Lois said weakly.

"Leave? Oh no, Lois," the white eyes burned into Lois Lane's own. The reporter found she couldn't blink. The white gaze seemed to expand in her vision. "You are going to be one of us now. Ladies?"

Hands ripped the book from Lois Lane's arms. In moments she was on the floor, naked. Held down. Unable to look away as Blaze removed her own robes.

The crimson cock between the demon's legs edged into the bottom of the reporter's vision. It looked very familiar. Lois Lane's sore pussy winced.

"You came looking for the women that had gone missing, didn't you?" Blaze said as her hands explored the reporter's body. "You found out about the cult. Came downstairs. All the way to our temple. To our treasures! If not for my acolyte, you might have escaped with them. So resourceful you are, Lois. You will be a great asset to our coven, when I bring you into our fellowship."

Lois shook as the hands came down to her labia. Blaze's hands ended in long claws, hard and sharp. They pried her labia apart.

"The missing women...they found something to fill the holes in their lives left by this modern world," Blaze said. Something warm and hard pressed against the entrance to the reporter's cunt. "Something real, something they could feel. Worship. You can interview them about it tomorrow. I'm sure your article will be good advertisement...bring in plenty of new recruits."

The reporter wanted to say something...anything. Yet she could only whimper as the head of the demonic cock began to **** itself into her aching cunt.

"This is your god now, Lois Lane," Blaze said. "But do not fear! Your sisters are here to help you through this ordeal."

The last thing that Lois saw on her evening out was that acolyte, as she squatted over her face. That thin pink slit descended downwards, blocked out Blaze's eyes. Lois opened her mouth to scream, to yell, to call for help...but it was muffled by the pussy that pressed against her lips, and her tongue plunged into that tight tunnel as Blaze **** her cock deeper into Lois Lane's depths.

Nor would the initiation stop, until dawn's first light. Lois Lane had found what she sought...but it had come at a price she had not prepared to pay.

Yet Lois Lane would eventually come around to their way of thinking. Blaze and her cultists could be quite persuasive.