End: Let Lady Satanus Finish Her Blowjob

"She's a succubus," Raven said. "She needs human sexual fluids to survive."

Lois Lane sighed and rubbed her temples. "Fine. Jimmy, let her suck your cock. No rough stuff. And you're buying her dinner afterward."

The only thing worse than Jimmy Olsen's nervous smile was how voraciously Lady Satanus leaped on the cock. Driving the ginger-haired photographer's buttocks back against the brick wall of the alley as she lustily slurped and sucked. Lois shook her head and turned to Raven.

"So...what's our play here?" Lois said. "We found her, but she's...not what I expected."

"No, they aren't," Raven said. "I can see Satanus' aura now...his power isn't cloaked, it's almost gone. Blaze didn't just take his manhood, she sucked him nearly dry. This Satanus is nearly human. Weak...****...and missing great chunks of their memory."

Lois fidgeted as Jimmy started to moan.

"We can't letter just whore herself out," the reporter said. "But if she's really that different, it doesn't feel right to toss her into prison or send her back to hell, or whatever."

"They'll starve without sex," Raven said. "Even if we did send Satanus to prison, they might die unless we make arrangements to care for her well-being. Yet they are too dangerous to have running loose..."

"So we need somewhere to keep her, and someone to keep her fed," Lois turned to eye Jimmy speculatively.

She caught him just at the moment of orgasm. His eyes crossed, freckled cheeks flushed, squeezing his buttocks for all her was worth as he spewed his pent-up manhood into the eagerly waiting mouth of Lady Satanus, who sucked his cock as though her very life depended on it—as, perhaps, it did—and her fingers stroked his balls as she strained to get the last salty drop out of him.

"House arrest?" Jimmy Olsen said, as Cyborg fitted the monitor around Lady Satanus' ankle. Raven and Doctor Fate were gesturing at the walls of his apartment, laying down incandescent lines of wards that would restrict the diminished demon's movement.

"I know it's a lot to ask, Jimmy," Superman said as he laid a hand on the redhead's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "But think of it like getting a roommate. The League will give you a monthly stipend to help support her, and you'll provide for her...unique dietary needs. You can do that, can't you?"

Satanus licked her lips, head jerking up like a dog that hears the tell-tale scrape of a peanut butter jar lid opening.

"I...sure, Superman," Jimmy gulped and pulled at his collar. "I mean, anything for a pal..."

Lois Lane smiled. The Justice League had asked her to be Lady Satanus' parole officer...and the reporter congratulated herself on an elegant solution to a thorny problem. She sighed, suddenly tired, the events of her night out weighing heavily on her...and left with the rest of the League, to her well-deserved rest.