End: Lois Lane Gets Off The Dick And Walks Away

The reporter's eyes narrowed. "You're a shapeshifter. You can just make your cock arbitrarily bigger."

The demon didn't blink, but her pure white eyes glowed a little brighter.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Lois said. The reporter planted her feet and stood up, grunting softly as the crimson cock fell out of her, to wobble gently in the breeze of the air conditioning. Lois stepped away and stepped toward the kitchen, suddenly aware of the deep ache in her pussy. She had really taken the cock far.

"Wh...where are you going?" Blaze insisted.

"I'm going to put some ice on my pussy," Lois shot back. She didn't see the demon leap up, but just as Lois was taking the ice tray out of her freezer, the demon was there, her scarlet shaft sticking out comically. The reporter pointedly ignored the demonic dickgirl as she emptied the ice into a tea-towel and wrapped it up.

"You...you're still addicted to my cum!" Blaze growled. "Those missing women...they're whoring themselves out for my jizz! You're going to leave them to that fate all because you want to keep a tight little quim?"

Lois Lane winced as she held the improvised ice-pack against her cunny. She eased herself down into a kitchen chair, and then stared Blaze in the eye.

"Yes. I'm not making a deal with the devil. You got too greedy."

The reporter's free hand groped under the table...and found the spare burner phone she had taped there. Working blindly, she turned it on and hit the speed dial. It was only there for emergencies, and an enraged demon with a massive hard-on definitely qualified.

Blaze's face grew purple...livid with rage...and black drops oozed from the tip of her prick. When they hit the floor, there was a sizzle as the linoleum bubbled.

"Now, Lois...let's not get...upset. We need to discuss this rationally. After all, I'm just trying to help you here. You want to free those women, don't you? I don't need to fuck your pussy. Perhaps we can work a deal for...your ass?"

The demon seemed to be subtly growing. The tips of her horns scraped the ceiling. Her cock hovered an inch over the surface of the kitchen table. The urethra opened and closed as if breathing, black drops dripping out.

"Think of it. You'll still be tight for the Man of Steel. And it won't be so bad, having your ass able to take all of me. Think of it...you could fist yourself. How many women get to do that?"

Lois Lane stared at the demon with the calm of a long and exhausting night. "Here's a deal: why don't you stick that up your own ass? I'm sure we'd both benefit from that."

The demon's cock rose...and then slammed down. The table split, right down the middle, and the shocked reporter knocked the chair off backing away.

"Mortal cunt!" Blaze growled. "I'll skin you to make a condom for when I fuck those whores to ****..."

The reporter's free hand went instinctively to the nearest drawer. Grubbing blindly as the demon stepped forward, her hand closed on a handle and she brought the weapon around to jab at the demonic dick—

—but before Lois could make contact, a golden lasso cinched around one horn and jerked the demon off her feet. Green globes engulfed the Blaze's hands. An emerald figure phased through the reporter's front door and slammed a fist into the demon's jaw...and then the fight moved out of sight, into the reporter's bedroom and beyond.

"It's okay Lois," a familiar voice growled. "You can put the whisk down."

Batman stepped through her front door. From beneath his cape he took out a square grey package...which, with a flick, became a thin grey robe, subtly embroidered with his trademark bat-sigil. Lois Lane's face flushed as she realized she was standing naked, holding a dripping ice-pack against her crotch, in front of the caped crusader. He had the manners to look away as she took the robe and slipped it on.

"Superman is off-planet. Otherwise he would have been here first," Batman said. "We heard everything through the phone. The magic-types will deal with Blaze. But I need to ask you what else we need to know."

So Lois Lane told the story of her night out...and felt sillier for the decisions she had made and not made, what she ahd done and not done. A part of her wondered what would have happened, if she had just done things a little differently...and Batman listened and nodded, asking an occasional clarifying question. She could appreciate his technique. Batman would have made a good interviewer.

He nodded when she was done...and then handed her a card.

"I've gotten you a hotel. You should spend a few days there. The Justice League has a contract with WayneTech that will handle the rebuilding of your apartment, the insurance claims...but you need sleep. And I'm sure Superman would appreciate it if you were somewhere safe, until he gets back."

Lois Lane took the ice pack away from her numb pussy and tossed it in the sink. She didn't know how damaged her apartment was, but she could hear the blowing wind...and she looked Batman in the eye as she said thank you.

"By the way...I don't think you have to worry about Superman," he said. "He's not that big."

The reporter opened her mouth to ask how Batman would know...but then shut her mouth. If she had learned one thing tonight, it was not to have eyes bigger than her pussy.