End: Lois Gives In

The reporter shuddered, conscious of what she had to do, but hating herself for it.

"Fuck me," she whispered. Then, more strongly, "Fuck me!"

The demon advanced on her, the long, weird shaft of its cock looming ahead of it. A real cunt-buster, black and ribbed and at least fourteen inches long. Lois Lane had once seen a dried elephant's penis on a trip to Africa, and this reminded her of that...the leathery skin, the wooden stiffness of it.

Bend over.

Blaze's voice inside her head. The literal devil inside of her.

Present yourself to him. Spread your pussy. Invite him in. It's the only way.

Lois took a deep breath. A part of her wanted to let Blaze take control again, to let the demon handle this—to deny that it was her, Lois Lane, doing and saying these things. But she couldn't. That wasn't her nature. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter owned what she did.

So she bent over before the demonic impersonation of ****, naked and unafraid. Reached bach with her hands, fingertips touching her labia, and pulled them apart. Flashing her pink at the demonic dick. Daring it to penetrate her, to fuck her.

"C'mon," she growled. "Fucking do it. Wreck my pussy! I fucking dare you!"

It moved forward, aggressively, its hard prick sliding against her exposed pussy. The rough prick was like rubbing her crotch with sandpaper, but Lois swallowed and said: "Yeah...do it. **** me. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you in my cunt!"

For a moment—just a moment—anger and desperation overwhelmed the reporter's fear and reticence. In that instant, she really did wish he would stick it in her. Not because she was **** for his cock, but because it would be better than waiting and begging for its hard prick.

Just like that, the prick was gone. Lois looked back and the ****-demon slunk backwards, disappearing into a shadowy corner...and vanished from sight.

Lois waited, bent over, pussy exposed, for a full minute, just to be sure.

It's gone. You did well. Now...touch my body.

The reporter let go of her pussy and stood straight. Walked over to the recumbent body of the demon. Her hand hovered over the crimson flesh, which sat there serene and apparently lifeless.

"When you're back in your own body," Lois said. "You're going to release those women under your control, right?"

You have my word.

The reporter laid her hand on the flat stomach of the body before her. Life seemed to flow into the body now. She could feel the cold skin beneath her hand grow warm. The nostrils flared as lungs began to work again, drawing air in and out. And there was another sign of life, a very definite one, rising between the demon's legs, displacing her tunic.

A crimson erection, pointing straight at the ceiling.

My body responds to my presence. Mount me.

Lois grumbled internally, but it was too late at this stage to do anything else. After all, she had already fucked one strange cock tonight—what was one more?

With something like trepidation, Lois climbed onto the slab where Blaze's body rested. Looked down at the demon's sleeping body, the hard cock jutting up from it. The prick seemed weirdly human, despite the color. No more than six inches long, utterly stiff, the balls beneath hairless and shot through with purple veins.

"C'mon, Lane," Lois told herself. "It's just like riding a sex toy."

Raising herself up, the reporter carefully guided the cock in between her nether lips. Sank down slowly, letting herself enjoy the sensation, even if it was momentary, of being filled once again. In truth, she had missed having a real cock inside of her.

Something seemed to flow out of the reporter then, some weight lifted off her shoulders...and beneath her, the demon's eyes opened, pure white.

"You have my thanks, Lois Lane," Blaze said, her voice different from how it had been in the reporter's head...but the cadence was the same, the measure of her words.

"Are we done here?" Lois said. "I am free of you now? And the women?"

"You are free," the demon smiled. "But if you wish for us to continue...well...I would not begrudge either of us a night's pleasure." The eyes half-lidded, and Lois realized that the dark nipples on the demon's chest were hard and erect. "I can be a very gentle lover."

Lois hung her head for a minute. She stared at where the crimson cock was plugged into her pussy. It did feel good. And it had been a long and stressful night out.

"Stay like that," the reporter said finally. "Let me ride you. I think you've been in control enough tonight."

On until dawn, the reporter rode the demon, bouncing up and down her shaft, ass banging against her balls. What sequel her long night out might bring, as far as the women who had gone missing or the poor figure of Rat in the hallway outside, or Blaze's brother who had so attacked her, Lois had no idea. Here and now, she seized her moment for a bit of happiness..and that was enough.