End: Lois Lane Does Not Sell Her Soul

Lois Lane hesitated. She watched as Tonya Wong pulled her lover down and crawled over him. Hiked her skirt above her knees, as she squatted over that spit-slick dick. Her cunt drooled sperm over his cock as she slid it back down, determined to squeeze another load out of his balls.

No, Lois decided. That's not me. Not even for a diamond dildo.

"No sale," Lois said, and she stood up, and pulled the demon's hand away from her pussy.

Blaze hissed. Dark horns curled above her brow, and Lois could see her for what she was now. Skinny to the point of emaciation, skin the color of fresh blood on parchment. A hungry, wolfish parody of a human figure, all the elegance and charm evaporated in the face of her naked need.

"But...I can give you whatever you wish!" Blaze said.

"I wish to keep my own soul," Lois said, as she pulled up her pants. "I'm not like thee women. Whatever they're running from in their own lives...I know who and what I am. Not some big-titted fantasy of a slutty librarian, or a breeder surrogate, or even a CPA. I'm the Daily Planet's greatest reporter...and if I want Superman dick, I can get it on my own, without your help."

Darkness took them. The last lusty moan of Tonya Wong stretched out into a weird whispering wail...and then Lois found herself standing back, not in the club, but in her apartment.

Blaze's white eyes shot black sparks as she drew herself up to her full height. The demon was naked now, lanky, her small breasts oddly delicate and beautiful compared to the rest of her body, with its leathery skin and copious dark hair.

"I will have your soul, Lois Lane," she declared. "When desperation and lust takes you, when you are at your lowest moment, when all seems lost...I will be there and offer you that which you denied, and you will beg me for a tenth of what I offered you this night."

Lois Lane raised both hands, middle fingers extended...and with a crack of thunder and a puff of sulphurous smoke, the demon was gone.

The reporter sighed. She rubbed her pussy through her pants. Wet, horny, and she had just flipped off the devil. This had been a hell of a night out.

There was a tap at the sliding glass door to the balcony.

Superman floated there...and he had a bag of Chinese take-out. Lois smiled as she almost ran to the door, pulling it open.

"I was helping with an earthquake in Beijing, and thought you might be hungry," he sai with a smile.

Lois pulled him in. Her smile was predatory.

"Oh, I'm hungry," Lois told him, her heart fluttering. "But what I need in me right now is some Kryptonian."

The Man of Steel blushed...but Lois didn't care. She needed to prove to herself that she didn't need Blaze's magic to get what she wanted...

...so she did.