End: Lois Lane Doesn't Cum Until After Black Canary Passes Out

The reporter stared down at the face. She had never choked a woman before. Never seen the veins bulge, the blood swell. Blonde hair framed a face on the verge of collapse, the lips almost turning blue as they mouthed Lois Lane's cunt. Lois stared into those eyes, breath catching in her own throat as the eerie glow brightened...wavered...and went out.

Almost reflexively, the reporter's pussy shuddered and spasmed. Silver lights danced in front of her eyes as the familiar sensation of her climax wiped out all thought for a moment. Pale juice exploded from her pussy in a gush, to fill the unmoving mouth. Lois Lane's thighs quivered as she rode out the orgasm, wondering if she had ever felt like this before...and what she would have to do to feel that way again.

Finally, the reporter **** herself to drop the **** blonde.

Sinking to her own knees, the reporter ignored the gathered cultists as her fingers cleared the pussy-juice from the passed-out heroine's airway. felt for a pulse...and not finding it, Lois brought her own mouth down to lock around Black Canary's.

She tasted her own pussy, as she pushed air into those lungs. Her hands went to the blonde's diaphragm, trying to remember how this worked...

Not dead, not dead, please do not be dead, the mantra ran through the reporter's mind...and a sense of relief almost as joyous as her orgasm rushed through the reporter as the blonde coughed gently in her sleep, face starting to look less flushed, pulse steady.

"The uh, priestess had too much fun," Lois said as she hefted the limp, long-legged form onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Lean as thin as Black Canary was, the reporter still staggered under the load. "Just going to take her somewhere to sleep it off!"

None of the acolytes moved from their devotion as Lois moved forward, one foot in front of the other, sweating more than just the weight of the **** heroine draped across her. If anyone stopped her, Lois wasn't sure how she would get out of this one.

Yet...none of them did. With Black Canary passed out, they seemed to snap out of whatever trance they were in. A few seemed shocked at their surroundings. Lois Lane moved on. She had enough to deal with. Some later day, she'd come back down here and put all the pieces together. That's what reporters do, after all.

"Pretty Bird is waking up."

Black Canary blinked. She could feel herself on a bed, in a dark room. Smell of coffee and whiskey. Her throat hurt...and her panties were soaked. Two figures were hovering nearby.

"Who?" She rasped, then swallowed and tried again.

"It's Zatanna," the witch said. She turned on a bedside lamp. Fishnets on those long legs, dark coattails, white tie above a pair of breasts that made Dinah jealous. "And Lois Lane."

The reporter had traded her street clothes for a black silk robe, Japanese-style, embroidered with cranes. Her hair was damp, skin fresh from a shower, all the makeup gone. She held a cup and saucer.

"Think you can drink something?" Lois asked.

Dinah nodded, pushing herself into a sitting position on the bed. Lois handed her the cup, welcome heat. Strong smell of coffee, whiskey, honey. Black Canary breathed in the fumes, and then brought it to her lips in long, slow sips, letting it roll down her throat.

The story came out in pieces, some from Dinah, others from Lois and Zatanna. A demon named Blaze had possessed her. Formed a cult. The demon's hold had been broken after Black Canary had passed out. Lois had taken Dinah back to her apartment, called in backup. The Justice League had torn the building apart, helped the cultists, cleared out all the magical crap...and now the sun was rising, the night fleeing away.

"It was like a nightmare," Dinah said, putting her empty cup down. "I could see and hear everything, but it was like a passenger in my body. I had no control. I..."

Lois coughed. "I'm sorry for **** you out."

The blonde leaned forward and grabbed the reporter's wrist. "No! Thank you. Without that, I might have been stuck under Blaze's control forever!"

"There is only...one little problem," Zatanna said, her mouth set in a hard line. "Blaze didn't have to leave; she chose to."

"What does that mean?" Lois asked.

"I mean she got what she came for," the magician took a deep breath. "When Dinah blacked out, the part of Blaze that was controlling her reunited with the rest of her essence. Now she has managed to incarnate herself in mortal form on this plane."

"You mean..." Black Canary said, her eyes widening.

"Yes," Zatanna said, and turned to face the reporter. "Lois, you're pregnant with the demon Blaze."

Lois Lane laid a hand on her stomach...and the terrible evil that even now was growing inside of her. This night out would have repercussions for many more nights to come.