End: Lois Lane Is Going To Rescue Herself

The Star Sapphire raised her arm, fist closed like she was about to give this bitch a cunt-stretching she would remember for the rest of her life. The ring burned as violet light poured forth—and the human guise of this intruder was burned away in its glare.

Dark horns curled up from the broad brow. Blood-red skin, bright as new leather, covered a slim and muscle-bound frame, with an inhumanly waspish waist, small breasts topped with puffy pink nipples, whipcord-lean and long of limb. White eyes burned and a too-generous mouth smiled to reveal shark-like teeth. She was hairless, save for the long dark locks that flowed behind her, yet she stood her ground against the barrage of Lois Lane's light. Unable to move forward, but also unable to be driven backward.

And the ring's power was fading. Lois could feel it, hear it in her head. The demon grinned as she sensed the light dim. Lust was her domain, after all, the fire in which the scarlet succubus burned...like the flame atop a candle, she fed on it. Lois shivered. There wasn't love enough in the universe to fill the gaping hole in the demon's spirit...or that gaping pussy...

The reporter's gaze dropped down to the demon's crotch. The clitoris was abnormally large and stiff, and a sudden inspiration came to Lois Lane. A mad idea, terrible, but...

Lois opened her hand, with a thought, the glowing band of the Star Sapphire ring flew from her finger. On her last command. The moment it left her, the demon stumbled forward, off-balance...and the tiny violet ring flew through the air and cinched tight around the demon's clitoris.

Where it glowed like a newborn star.

BLAZE OF HELL. YOU HAVE THE POTENTIAL FOR GREAT LOVE. WELCOME TO THE STAR SAPPHIRE CORPS.

The demon swore. She grabbed at her crotch...but the light was burning, brighter and brighter, too bright for Lois to watch any longer. She fell back, eyes before her face. Blaze was a succubus, a creature of lust...and lust powered the ring. Recharged it. Supercharged it.

Through her closed eyelids, Lois could see the bones of her hands as dark shadows. Violet light spilled out everywhere. Penetrated every shadow, every nook and cranny. Thousands of years of pent-up lust, stolen orgasms, drained emotions. Lois heard Blaze scream as it was all drawn out of her. Too much for the ring to hold. Too much for any being to process.

There was a crack. A wave of sensual heat that made Lois shudder and seize up, eyes rolled back into her head as her pussy instantly spasmed. She fell to the ground, unable to process anything except the spontaneous climaxes that racked her body..and from the moans and screams Lois heard, she wasn't the only one.

Then the light faded. Lois panted hard as the unnatural lust faded. Her legs felt week and wobbly, so she crawled with her arms over to where Blaze lay.

What was left of her, anyway.

Dark, tanned Mediterranean skin. No horns. More natural, human proportions. Lois peeled back an eyelid and caught a glimpse of a dark brown eye, almost black. The Star Sapphire ring was sealed onto the still-erect clitoris between her legs, but other than that it appeared dull and dead. Lois brushed the little nub with her hand, and in her sleep, Blaze moaned softly and squirmed in a very reassuringly human way.

It took a few hours for the orgy to wind down. Lois called emergency services. The women were rescued. The reporter, in borrowed clothes, got her interviews, got her story. She never saw Circe again that night. And Blaze...

The demon sat, in a borrowed shirt and panties, at Lois Lane's kitchen table. She stared into a cup, and let the steam from it bathe her face.

"What is this elixir called again?" Blaze asked.

"Coffee," Lois said.

"It is magnificent," the former demon said, as she cradled the warm cup between her hands and took a tiny sip.

Lois Lane wasn't sure what it was that made her bring the now very human Blaze back to her apartment. In part, it was because Blaze now had no power, no ID, no papers; the Metropolis cops would have fed her to the immigration police, and Lois had no love for them. Wouldn't wish that even on her worst enemy.

"It makes my pussy wet!" Blaze declared.

The reporter gave a tired grin. There were very few things that didn't. Blaze had hardly been able to stop masturbating for five minutes since she had awoken. It was as if the demon had been reborn, and everything was new. Getting her to keep her hands off of her pussy for even the cab ride back to Lois Lane's apartment had been an ordeal.

"Come," Blaze said, and she stood. "See?"

She walked around the table and lifted the hem of her borrowed shirt. Lois could see the stiff little clit, the violet ring around it, and below, the wetness that dripped from Blaze's pussy like a faucet.

"Please..." Blaze said, as Lois reached forward and felt the heat that radiated from the bald little slit. "I need it..."

Which is how, after a long night out, Lois Lane found herself in bed with another woman, sucking on a juicy pussy, tugging at the labia with her lips, as a former queen of hell writhed and moaned like a porn actress...and the reporter ruminated that, after all, there were far worse ways things could end.