End: Lois Lane Becomes Hell's Cocksucker

Swollen lips sucked and slurped. Unseen to the reporter, her body continued to change to reflect her habits. Thick, pillowy lips transformed into bloated, swollen cushions, the muscles strong, the integument soft. Her tongue split into multiple lashing tentacles that tugged and pulled at the demon's cock, exploring and tasting every inch of her. Teeth receded into gums, saliva grew more copious and thicker, cleansing and sterilizing the pricks of disease and corruption as she swallowed their seed. Her digestive system changed to extract the maximum value from her new diet.

Lois Lane became an obligate spermivore...and she loved it.

Blaze clawed at the gloryhole. She had not counted on the effect that demon cum would have on the reporter, who had already labored under Circe's curse. Lois had sought to fill the wound that the sorceress had opened in the reporter's soul with seed, and now as the succubus gasped and spurted again, her balls thumping and aching as the tiniest and thinnest of Lois Lane's tongues slid up her pisshole to lick out the last remnants of jizz, the scarlet succubus realized that Lois Lane wasn't human anymore.

She had no place in the mortal realm.

The demon pulled back, exerting all her strength to overcome the superhuman suction of the reporter's lips. The wall collapsed in the struggle before those two titanic forces...and Lois Lane stood there, her mouth a perpetual O now, a leach-like orifice lines with soft suckers behind those pillowy lips, the violet eyes glowing with their own internal light.

"There is...a place for you..." Blaze scratched at the air...and tore a hole between worlds. The reporter's nostrils flared as strange, new scents assailed her...along with some familiar ones. Lois Lane's stomach growled as she rose to her feet, stepping warily toward the glowing rent in reality.

Yes...there were cocks there. Strong cocks.

"Go, Lois," Blaze said, panting, her cock dangling useless and spent. "Go and fill yourself to the brim. They await you. Don't worry about Superman. I'll tell him...his girlfriend is sucking cocks in hell."

Lois Lane hesitated. Her whole body stood poised on the brink, the last vestigates of her mortal prudishness and restraint warring with her new needs...and desires.

It was too much. There were more cocks to suck. She stepped through...and a new legend was born.

They sing few songs in Hell, for dismal is that realm and cheerless. Yet of the whores of hell, one is loved and feared more than any. An angelic figure that can suck the sin from the damned, who grows in power with every swallow of seed, who stalks the underworld ever in search of satiation for her eternal thirst...and woe be to any of the damned, be they mortal or shade, who crosses her path. For some, she is the redemption they never dared hope for, for others the endless siphon that would suck their dark power from them, rendering Lords of Hell as mere imps.

They sing, in harsh cracked voices, of Lois Lane, Hell's Cocksucker.