End: Lois Dies A Little

Spasm.

Heat.

Her pussy.

A slow explosion.

Her body contracts.

Rippling outward from between her legs.

Time resumed. Her heart began to beat again.

Lois Lane heard her own voice screaming in ecstasy. Spitting jizz as she howled into the darkness. Letting the pleasure roll over her, toes curling, body cinched tight...until at last she emptied her lungs and took one long, shuddering breath.

They found her then. Robed figures who picked her up and wiped the jizz from her face with gentle tongues. Who carried the limp and prostrate form to her throne. As the tongues cleared the last of the slime away from her eyes, she opened them to see the cultists kneeling before her...in some room that looked more like a temple than anything else. There were curtains hung on the walls, black altars on which golden candelabra cast in the shape of phallus and vulva were set, incense sticks burning in bowls of black sand before demonic images.

At her feet, one cultist raised her head and threw back her hood. Lois recognized one of the missing women she had sought to find tonight. The name came to her... Diana Reynolds.

"What do you desire, mistress?" Diana asked, her eyes fixed on the naked form on the golden throne.

"A mirror," was all Lois Lane could think to say...and there was a bustle among the robed forms. A compact-case was produced, the little makeup-box opened, a reflective rectangle passed hand to hand and offered up to the seated figure.

A face stared back at Lois Lane, oddly familiar and alien at once. The violet eyes were set in a face the color of fresh blood on parchment. Dark, narrow horns curved back above her eyebrows. The teeth behind her lips were small, white, and sharp as a shark's. Almost absently, Lois Lane let her gaze drop from the mirror to stare at her body...and even beneath the glaze of jizz, she could see the crimson hue of her body. Her eyes were drawn to the dark red length that extended between her splayed legs, hanging longer limp than some men were when hard.

"Mistress...may I?" Diana said...but the robed acolyte did not wait. She dropped to her knees before the throne, and thrust her head between those legs. Her tongue was the first that Lois ever felt on her new cock...but as the essence of Blaze burned within her, the former reporter knew it would not be the last.