End: Lois Does Not Have A Plan

With her new senses, Lois Lane could feel the pull of the other succubi. Like guttering flames, hungry and devouring...and more than that, one flame greater than all of them, that drew her like a moth...

Deadman and Black Alice followed along in the demonified reporter's wake. She could taste the bonds of friendship between them, especially the tangy lust that tied her to the young witch. The succubus-cum-reporter could feel the intangible pieces of a puzzle coming together, only a few barriers left in her way.

One such barrier held up his hand before the VIP door. Lois smiled as her hand slipped over the bodyguard's crotch. A big boy, the penis stiffening automatically at her touch. The idiot grinned...until the reporter's fingernails grew into claws, clamping shut on his pathetic manhood, tearing through cloth, crushing the tiny testicles within. Lois released the bodyguard's ruined manhood as he collapsed, and stepped over him, into the VIP room.

Blaze held court on a mock throne, the table in front of her a display of avarice: piles of bundled bills, scattered pills and powders, fat green blocks of marijuana, small bars of solid gold, velvet bags and boxes of gems, spent condoms, open bottles of liquor...a perfect hedonistic display. Her entourage surrounded her, mostly women dressed as skanks and whores, showing off their skin...and, for those who used DMN, their horns and scales, the stubs of tails, forked tongues flickering in their mouths.

Lois recognized, however strangely changed, the missing women she had sought out.

The demon smiled to see the trio. "Ah, Lois Lane. You join us at last."

Deadman grabbed the reporter's arm.

"Psst!" he whispered. "What's the plan?"

The succubus-reporter stared at Deadman like she had never seen him before. "I don't have one, really."

The other succubi began to fan out and surround the trio. Lois tugged free of the ghost and approached Blaze. The devil wore the form of a woman, he skin as red as fresh blood on parchment, great black horns jutting up from her fine wide brow, long black hair spilling to the middle of her back. She smiled like the Mona Lisa, as though she knew some secret that held power over others, and her eyes were pure white with no iris or pupil. The one piece black dress did little to conceal the few charms of her sparse, thin body; the breasts small, the hips narrow, bony and lean as a greyhound...but Lois could smell what she was hiding between those legs.

The crimson thighs opened, black material of the dress riding up. A bright crimson cock flopped down into the open, like a third leg.

"Bow before me," the demon hissed. "And worship."

As if in a daze, Lois dropped to her knees and crawled forward on her hands. The cock seemed to envelope her entire world. Dimly she was aware of the crack of thunder behind her, of fists slamming against flesh, the grunts and groans of a fight. The reporter peeled back the demon's foreskin with her lips, took the soft head into her mouth...and began to suck.

There was a flavor there, so familiar. It seemed to kindle a need inside of Lois, and she sucked harder as she felt the crimson cock stiffen. The succubus worshiped the cock, feeling her stomach rumble, her pussy begin to dampen in her pants. She had never gotten this wet just sucking a cock before...but this cock, this cock... The reporter felt is brush against the back of her mouth, and she pushed forward, wanting to feel the heat in her throat.

"Mistress!" an unfamiliar voice said from Lois Lane's right. "We have the witch. The ghost esca—"

The voice was cut off. Lois lost interest. Her mistress was running one hand through her hair, scratching gently at the scalp between the reporter's horns, forcing her mouth down farther, the cock slipping deeper into Lois Lane's throat, until her bottom lip just touched the top of Blaze's scrotum.

"It doesn't matter. Put the witch with the others. This one shall occupy my attention for...some time."

Blaze's hands shifted to her horns, signaling a shift to a more active participation. Lois moaned, the humming of her vocal cords vibrating pleasantly against the demon's cock as she slid forward in her seat to better fuck Lois Lane's face.

That was how Lois Lane's night ended, on her knees, slurping her way up and down the scarlet shaft, needing to taste Blaze's cum. She wondered how many would have recognized her at that moment...but already memories of her old life seemed distant and dim.