End: Lois Is Still Being Fucked When She Awakes

The transition between awake and dreaming was abrupt, as these things usually are. Lois Lane came to consciousness drenched in sweat, her pussy sore, a soft, slimy cock sliding in and out of the jizz-filled channel, her lover's lips kissing and licking at the reporter's neck...

Lois allowed herself a smile. Blaze was pushing rope, her flaccid cock slipping as she kept trying to thrust, like an oyster in a slot machine. The reporter stretched beneath the demon, craned her neck so that her breasts pushed against the demon's own...and only as the head dipped down to drink the sweat which had gathered in the hollow of the waking woman's throat did Lois open her eyes.

"Hey," Blaze said, as she ground to a halt. The pure white eyes seemed to study Lois, her dark hair hung in damp streams around her face. The demon made no attempt to hide who are what she was, now. Nor did Lois expect her to.

"Hey yourself," Lois said. "I think I dreamed you, through the night."

Blaze's face split into a toothy grin...just for a moment, before she recovered her normal poise, and the smile became her familiar Mona Lisa grin.

"I'll be with you awake and dreaming," the scarlet succubus said. "You won't ever be free of me."

Lois licked her lips. She had been sore after sex before, but nothing like she was now. She wanted a hot bath and an ice pack for her cunny. The lips felt swollen and sensitive, they throbbed with each beat of her heart, and the wet spot the reporter lay in was massive. The sticky wetness ran from the back of her knees to her lower back.

The reporter didn't know if she was pregnant. There was no sixth sense that told a woman that she had gone from zero to knocked up. Yet her rational mind told her with the amount of semen alone, there was a very real possibility. So Lois decided to go with the general assumption that she was, indeed, knocked up...at least until and unless proven otherwise.

"Your servitors," Lois said. "The souls of the women who went missing...I want you to let them go."

The demon tilted her head, curiously...and then her smile flickered, just for a moment.

"That's why you came here last night," Blaze said. "To find them! You...oh, you hero. You let yourself be impregnated all on a chance to win their freedom. That's marvelous."

Lois winced as she tried to push her body up. Her legs were jelly.

"I'm serious!" The reporter said. "Let them go, or..."

Blaze reached forward and poked the reporter's nose.

"Or what? You won't fuck me again?" This time, Blaze did not suppress her smile. It was a broad, toothy grin, and Lois was reminded suddenly of chimpanzees, for whom baring teeth was a sign of aggression.

The scarlet succubus rolled over on the bed and scooped the reporter up in her arms.

"Very well, Lois. Because it amuses me so. I shall release my servants. I don't need them now that I have you. Because you will serve all my sexual needs from now on."

Lois was going to protest...but then she saw the transformation that took place. The women-things seemed to shake...to claw at their faces...and as the outer skins peeled away, Lois saw scared eyes and hair and pale skin. Chains hit the floor, collars empty. The women scratched and tore at the old skins, as they became once again their old selves...and behind them, Lois saw a door in the wall open soundlessly.

"Go," Blaze said. "Return to your weary lives. Her cunt and womb is worth more than all of yours combined."

The women fled...and Blaze carried Lois into the bathroom. The reporter wasn't sure how to feel...but for the moment she was in Blaze's power. A flicker of hope ran through Lois that maybe she could steer Blaze toward a less destructive path...appease her with sex, and they could come to some agreement...but she had no doubt that, as she was, she was in the scarlet succubus' power, with no means of escape.

Blaze laid her in the tub and turned on the water. There were scented soaps, soft washcloths, clean fluffy towels at hand...and something else, something that gave Lois pause.

An enema kit.

"Tell me," Blaze said as she reached a hand between the reporter's legs to soap up her sore slit. "How do you feel about...anal sex?"

Which is when Lois Lane knew that while her night out was over, and she had technically achieved everything she had set out to do with finding the women and securing their release, the consequences of her decisions were going to come back to fuck her in the ass.