End: Lois Fights Temptation

It was hard...so hard...and Lois Lane wasn't just using that as a metaphor for her cock as Blaze's hot mouth slurped and kissed it. Yet Lois Lane was an ethical person with a strong moral compass. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't just use Blaze as a cocksocket and blow her load down the villain's throat. That would just be wrong.

So with a sigh, she fished her smartphone out of her pocket and dialed Zatanna.

The story came tumbling out of her. Lois was already outlining her article in her head...how her investigation had led her to where she was now, with Blaze in the chapel with the Black Grail. About the nurses in the next room, the strangely transformed dickgirls getting obediently milked. The witch stayed mostly silent on the other line, occasionally interrupted the reporter to ask a question, but let Lois continue at her own pace.

Blaze continued at her own pace as well. Placid as a cow, her tongue ran over and over the reporter's cockhead as though it was her favorite salt-lick. The dark eyes were glazed, as though they stared at a point a few centimeters behind the reporter's belly button. The Black Grail the reporter laid on one of the pews, so that she could run her hand through the enormously-endowed dickgirl's dark mane while the villain sucked her cock.

"So where is Blaze now?" Zatanna said.

"Um...sucking my cock," Lois admitted.

There was a **** sound at the other end of the phone.

"Okay, Lois, I need you to listen to me. You are in immense danger. Blaze is extraordinarily powerful, and if she's been transformed by an artifact, that means it is even more powerful than she is. I've alerted the rest of the Justice League and we're on our way to your location, but you need to get out of there now."

Lois looked down at the face attached to her cock. Blaze's lips were wrapped tight right behind the crest of her glans and were pulling away to make a kind of perfect duckface.

"Right...right. Okay. Thanks, Z." Lois said. She closed the call and slid the phone back into her pocket.

With a tremendous effort of will, Lois grabbed Blaze's head with both hands and strove to pull her cock from between the lips. It wouldn't budge.

"Come on, Angelica," Lois said. "Zatanna said happy-dick-funtime is over. Just drop the cock. That's it. That's a good dickgirl..."

Despite the words, the cock was not budging. Blaze's brow furrowed. Black sparks shot out from the dark eyes. For the first time, Lois felt a tremor of fear...and redoubled her efforts to pull her dick free from the mouth.

That did not happen. What did happen is that Blaze's hands grabbed the reporter's waist. There was a rending of cloth, and the reporter's clothes were carefully and systematically torn off her body. Blaze's strength was enormous, superhuman. As much as Lois struggled, she couldn't do anything to stop the demonic dickgirl from stripping her nude...

...and then Lois felt the tip of Blaze's enormous, Grail-augmented cunt pressed against her asshole. The slimy precum smeared the tiny hole as Blaze, still locked onto Lois's cock with her mouth, slowly dragged the reporter down onto her dick.

Lois struggled. She fought. Her nails couldn't scratch the arms that held her. Her feet bounced harmlessly off the lithe, leanly muscled body that gripped her. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, the intruder at Lois Lane's back door pressed further and further in...and Lois could feel as her sphincter slowly gave way. Gasped as she was penetrated back there, the hard, rubbery glans as smooth and hard as an apple...and as it compressed her prostate Lois gave an involuntary shudder as a hot line burned its way through her stiff prick and dribbled into Blaze's mouth.

Which is how the Justice League found her, minutes later.

"I...I'm sorry," Lois Lane said as she covered her naked breasts with her hands. "I tried to get away but she's just...too strong."

Superman stepped forward, but the Martian Manhunter held him back.

"No, Kal-El. It is too dangerous. Lois Lane does not appear to be injured. We should let the demon finish...it will keep her distracted until we can properly contain her. Then we will separate them."

Sorrow-filled blue eyes met the reporter. "Is that...okay, Lois?"

Lois offered a weak smile as Blaze slowly **** the reporter deeper onto her cock. It was like shitting a fire hydrant, only backwards.

"Y-yeah! Go save the other women, I think I'm fine...for right now. I might just need a good proctologist..."

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended. Slowly **** downward, until her ass rested against the demon's massive balls. Her sphincter stretched to its utter limit, never to be the same again, as Blaze slurped happily on the cock in front of her. The reporter consoled herself with the fact that she had tried to avoid this fae, that she had fought the influence of the Black Grail, the temptations to just turn Blaze into her own sex toy...and had, for her efforts, become the demonic dickgirl's own personal cocksleeve and lollipop.

There were worse fates that could have befallen Lois Lane, though she knew it not...and she had attained all that she had set out to do, though perhaps not the way she had hoped to accomplish that.