End: Knee Blaze In the Cunt

Lois Lane did not have superpowers. She wasn't any stronger, faster, or tougher than any other woman of her weight and build that engaged in regular exercise. Yet there was one advantage she did have over other people...she knew how to fight.

This is why, instead of bolting for the door, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter charged at Blaze. The pure white eyes of the demon widened in shock, like a cat who has cornered a mongoose. The reporter seized the demon's dark horns and pulled. Almost instantly, Blaze recovered herself, pulled back...

...and was surprised when the reporter moved with her, adding the scarlet succubus' momentum to her own. It wasn't long before Blaze found out why.

The hard patella of Lois Lane's knee slipped up under the orange tunic. Smashed into the hairless red l labia at speed...and as the shock carried through the demon's narrow hips, the added momentum **** lois Lane's leg further into the demon's body, which was both stronger and more elastic than the human normal, though the tissues could still be compacted and crushed with sufficient ****.

This is why Lois Lane's blow kept going, far past where it would have stopped in a human body, until the knee bone crashed against the demon's tailbone. Lois Lane could not feel it when her knee-bone cracked...her whole leg was already numb from the shock from hip to ankle...but as Blaze swayed and toppled, the reporter twisted her body, so that the demon's head crashed into the table on the way down, and the reporter ended up on top.

The U. S. Army's combatives style of martial arts, which Lois Lane's father had insisted both of his daughters train in as they grew up, had in common with Brazilian jiu-jitsu how to take an enemy to the ground; and once on the ground, how to make best use of the predicament. Because as big and strong and tough as an opponent is, if they do not have the leverage to use that strength, then they are at a disadvantage...

This is why Blaze's followers stood around awkwardly as Lois Lane fastened onto the demon's right arm and locked the joint, the scarlet succubus' left arm pinned underneath her body, the reporter's ankles crossed on the other side of the crimson neck as the pale calves did their best to crush Blaze's windpipe.

"Glrrk," Blaze managed, eyes burning from within. She was as shocked as a farm cat might be if the mouse had suddenly grabbed a paw and executed a perfect judo throw.

Still, even though courage and skill had gotten Lois momentarily in a position of superiority, the pain of the reporter's low blow was already fading. A moment more and Blaze could unleash a withering blast of hellfire, or shift her form into a thousand spike-covered tentacles with which to violate Lois before tearing her apart, or teleport out of this hold and...

Lois Lane felt the sudden stillness of the room. Then the rush of wind. She closed her eyes as though, for a moment, caught in the eye of a tornado...and when the wind abated, she saw that the room was cleared of civilians, the tables and chairs swept away...and a golden boot rested on Blaze's head, pinning it to the floor; the tip of a leaf-bladed sword like those used in ancient Greece poisoned a fraction of an inch from the eye.

"You can let her go now, Lois Lane," Wonder Woman said, resplendent in her armor. "The Justice League will take it from here."

Mystic runes glowed over the surface of Blaze's skin. Zatanna and Doctor Fate stood above her, making strange gestures. The woman Green lantern held her arm in front of her like a gun, one hand on her wrist, hand in a fist, ring burning bright. The Martian Manhunter stood aloof, but invisible waves seemed to ruffle the air from his forehead, his face a mask of concentration. Superman knelt down, his red cloak gathered in one hand, and offered the reporter his hand.

Lois took it.

As she hobbled to her feet, Lois Lane's brain was finally made aware of the intense agony in her left knee...and Superman did not wait for permission before he scooped her up in his arms, holding the reporter against his chest. It wasn't until her nipples brushed the great S-shield stretched across his magnificent pecs that Lois realized how utterly undressed she was. Her face burned in shame...but Batman simply lifted up the Man of Steel's cape and draped it over her.

"Good move," the Caped Crusader said gruffly. "But you probably cracked your patella. Superman, why don't you take Miss Lane to Doctor Midnite for treatment? We'll handle things here."

Which was all the excuse Superman needed to turn and walk away, leaving the two alone.

A thousand questions burned in the reporter's brain...but Superman answered the most pressing one first.

"We were staking this club out, once we detected Blaze's activity. We were afraid to move once you were inside...but then you distracted her long enough for her wards to drop. That was a very impressive maneuver!"

Despite the pain, Lois couldn't help but grin.

"Did you like what you saw?" she said, and snuggled closer to him. "Maybe I can show you some other maneuvers, sometime..."

Which was how Lois Lane's night out ended. Back to the status quo, almost throwing herself at Superman, teasing and coaxing for a response. Yet something told her that if she played her cards right, maybe this time would be different...

She was right. Yet that is another story.