End: Lois Is Smaller

The demonbreaker which Etrigan had grafted on to Lois Lane was like a third forearm...and it hung free now, hard and throbbing and uncontained. Thick as her bicep at the root, it narrowed to the width of her wrist about thirteen or fourteen inches later...and the head of it was not unlike her own small balled fist in size. It was a cock that scientists might have designed in a lab to break pussies and punch women in the cervix.

Which is what made it all the more sobering when Blaze laid her own cock on the table.

It was the size of the reporter's thigh. Roughly cylindrical and barrel-shaped, with scarlet head and a urethra that Lois could easily have slid four fingers into. It was bigger, thicker, heavier, and longer that the reporter's demonic dick in every dimension...and for the first time in her life, Lois Lane had an inkling of the sensation that men felt, when they discovered their penis wasn't just smaller than another man's, but positively puny by comparison. It stretched out so far across the bony altar of a desk that Lois had to drew back to keep the tips of their respective pricks from touching.

Blaze leaned forward, her palms flat on the desk.

"You see, Lois, that's not a cock...this is a cock!"

The demon smiled smugly...and that, perhaps, is what stoked the flame of resentment in Lois that tugged her out of her shock and complacency.

"Yeah, maybe," Lois admitted. "But you'll feel me."

Quick as a whippet, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter grabbed the demon's wrists. Instinctively, Blaze flinched, pulled back...but that just dragged Lois forward.

She could hardly miss.

Blaze screamed as the tip of the reporter's demonic dick touched her urethra...and the scream rose in volume and pitch as the rigid prick slid into that immense piss-slit. The reporter's cock slammed half-way in to Blaze's own immensely fatter prick on the first go...and Lois hung on, scrabbled onto the desk with her knees, and her hips pumped as she began to fuck the fat cock.

Black lightning crackled from Blaze's fingertips. Her eye burned so bright they left spots on the reporter's vision. Yet the positioning was awkward...and as she fell back, her laptop swept off the desk as she collapsed into her chair, the reporter followed her. Right until the back of the chair ran into the screens set in the wall...and there, trapped between a rock-hard cock and a hard place, Lois Lane had the leverage to slam her dick balls-deep into the demon.

The massive prick between Blaze's legs bulged...but as Lois Lane's balls pressed against the sensitive underside of the immense glans, and the swollen, rubbery head of Blaze's cock, thick as a coconut, bent and distorted against the savage might of her thrusts, Lois saw that something happened.

The black streams of electricity that had burst from Blaze's fingertips became mere sparks. The light flickered and died from the demon's eyes. The obscenities she mouthed turned into...moans.

"Oh Lilith...it's been so long...like that, just like that! Oh, harder, please..."

The reporter's stomach churned a little as she realized that Blaze was getting off on the horrific urethral pounding. Her cock was swollen and distorted as the stiff prick pushed and pulled within it...and the heat and tightness of that channel was beyond anything in Lois Lane's experience. The dickgirl reporter grit her teeth as she pulled herself into Blaze's cock again and again, her sack flopped painfully, and a strange, tremendous pressure built up inside of Lois with every thrust...threatening to burst out...

...and then it did.

Blaze screamed in ecstasy as her tree trunk of a cock swelled about the middle. Lois Lane groaned, unable to stop her hips. It felt like the tremendous cock sucked her in...and something drained out of her, the very core of her being ached as it pumped into the demon's dick...and as the reporter's strength dipped, the tabled turned.

Blaze's hands twisted and gripped the reporter's wrists. They held Lois up as Lois Lane's legs collapsed beneath her and she sank to the floor...and then Blaze stood above her, triumphant, that impossible fat cock now swollen like some bloated tick...and the demon's smile was maniac as she bent her legs, and her cock began to fuck the reporter's dick in and out of her distended urethra.

Lois moaned then in utter horror...her heart slowed...her vision began to grey...and for a moment it felt like her very soul was being fucked out of her before her very eyes...

...and then her cock, her mighty demonbreaker, was pulled free of her body with a wet schluck.

The reporter was barely conscious as she saw the detached cock and balls wriggle like a worm and disappear into Blaze's immensely distended prick. She saw Blaze writhe uncontrollably...her hands pulled apart her urethra in an obscene display like a Sheela-na-gig...and then the reporter's eyes closed, and she did not see the end of it.

Yet when she awoke, as dawn broke over Metropolis, Lois Lane's crotch was sticky and sore, Blaze would be gone...back to hell, or so Lois hoped...and with her went all of her demonic influence. It was up to Lois then to pick up the pieces...the women that Blaze had corrupted and lured into being her employees...among them those missing women Lois had sought to find. In a way, Lois Lane decided that she had succeeded...but not, perhaps, in any manner she had anticipated or desired.

For the mystery of what happened gnawed at her, and in the weeks and months to come she wondered what had happened to Blaze...

...and if she could have looked into the pits of hell, and seen the scarlet succubus lounge on her divan as she caressed the swollen testes that held the children she had conceived so unnaturally with the demon Etrigan, through Lois Lane's actions...perhaps Lois would have cause to regret her curiosity.