End: Lois Gives In

A part of Lois Lane thought it might be simpler simply to let Blaze cum in her. Women had been dealing with unwanted pregnancies for as long as there had been women, after all. Yet in her own internal calculus of the lesser of two evils...Lois found her curiosity pushing her to accept the devil's bargain. After all, she knew what would await her if the demon came inside of her, but if the devil was simply staring out from behind her eyes...

"Fine," the reporter said. "You can come inside my head."

A long, sibilant sigh was the reporter's only answer...and then a sharp pain at the base of her skull. The strange, terrible sensation of something flowing inside of her. Head suddenly too heavy for her neck to hold. Lois felt her chin **** against the bottom of the tunnel, and the pounding pressure in her skull became worse than any headache she'd ever had...blocking out everything, even conscious thought.

In that dim darkness, Lois felt trapped in a way she never had before...and then, as the pressure lessened a little, Lois saw that the darkness lightened. She could see, only a few feet ahead of her, the tunnel came to a dead end. Then as she took stock, she found she could lift her head...and that her pussy was empty. There had been no sense of pulling out, just that now she was...unmolested. Nothing was holding her down, no body pressed against her own.

Carefully, Lois backed out of the tunnel. She was still behind the shrine. There was no sign of anyone else. Lois knelt down and pulled her pants up, glad to see there was nothing dribbling down her thighs. Yet there was something...

The weight and pressure had gone, but it was like there was a cold spot, right in the center of her head. A sensation of...being watched. The reporter found her eyesight unusually sharp, her ears attuned to the slightest sound, and Lois couldn't tell just at that moment if her senses really were sharper or if she was simply more attuned to them after her long period in the darkness of the wall.

Lois stepped out from behind the shrine. Physically, she didn't really feel much different than when this night had begun, but mentally...Lois knew she wanted to go home. There would be time enough tomorrow to find the missing women, to reassess what had happened to her. Yes, home and perhaps a glass of wine.

The reporter paused and blinked, wondering at where that thought had come from. She did have a bottle of wine at home, though she didn't often indulge. Still, after the night she'd had, it wouldn't be too out of place to have a glass or two, just to loosen up.

She frowned as her foot touched the stairs heading back upstairs to the club. It wasn't like Lois to want to get too sloshed. After all, when she was drunk she masturbated like a dirty monkey.

Heat flushed the reporter's cheeks as she took the stairs two at a time. Amazed at how easily she could see in the darkness, mind ablaze with the thought of going home, pouring herself a glass of wine, rubbing her pussy until she came...

You deserve it, after the long night you've had.

Like the devil on her shoulder, whispering what she wanted to hear...and a strange, Mona Lisa smile graced the reporter's lips. Her night out was over, but something told her she was carrying a piece of that night with her.