End: Lois Lane Is Just Getting Started

Before the demon's dick could begin to deflate, the magically-empowered Lois Lane slid her hand beneath the great red balls. She pressed a certain sequence of pressure points, activated a certain prana or energy center...and the demon's white eyes went wide with shock as her already stiff prick seemed to swell.

Lois sucked on Blaze's tongue. Up above them, unseen, the club was abandoned. Weak supports were giving out, ominous cracks rippling up brick walls. The warehouse was in danger of imminent collapse...but down below, safe and secure, Lois straddled that prick and ran an admiring hand over the prostrate demon's lean, muscular form.

"They say," the reporter said, letting Blaze's tongue go for a moment. "That power corrupts. Well baby, I feel very, very...powerful."

Her hands tightened on the demon's balls. The reporter began to rock back and forth, black jizz slowly oozing out from around the edges of her stuffed cunt. She closed her eyes and focused her new super-senses inside of her, where the fertility of Shub-Niggurath was at work. The weakest of Blaze's seed was killed off, while the strongest and most potent were allowed through...to where eggs, crackling with superhuman power, burst from the ovaries with terrible purpose.

Already, Lois could feel her body shifting into preparation-for-pregnancy mode. A warm flush filled her body as hormones surged...her womb would need to stretch, blood would have to be supplied to the babies, hips widen, breasts swell with milk...and beneath her, Blaze seemed rung out and limp except for her throbbing cock. Lois grinned, realizing that her body was drinking in the demon's magic to help fuel its transformation.

Lois could almost feel the power gathering in her uterus, the eggs that would be fertilized. Soon, impossibly soon, she would be gloriously and terribly pregnant. Mother to a brood of demigods. A new goddess of fertility. So many children...but she could have more.

Her hips moved back and forth with wet, titanic squelches. Up above, the walls finally collapsed, the building caving in on itself, old brick and concrete and steel falling to eradicate all traces of the club, the bar...and the crowd on the street was awash with the cloud of dust that rose, the rumble dying away to a tomb-like silence.

Leaving Lois Lane, taking her time as her hips rocked back and forth, fingers tracing absent-minded tantric motions on the recumbent demon's skin. The crimson figure was spasming, her body locked in a cycle of near-perpetual orgasms, the bright bloom of her skin giving away as she slowly dried out...and Lois's superhuman pussy sucked up all the succubus's semen, every drop of seed that she had. The reporter's belly already looked slightly bloated, as she held the semen inside of her, storing it for later.

"We played for keeps, remember, Blaze?" Lois said idly. Her eyes flashed darkly as she tweaked the demon's left nipple. The dried thing broke off and crumbled in her hand. "Well, I'm going to keep everything you've given me. I'll be birthing your children for years to come. In the end, you'll be more potent than you could ever have imagined."

Blaze was beyond hearing. The light faded from her eyes, and the body began to collapse in on itself. The reporter rose from the pile of red powder on the floor. Power and heat roiled inside of her. Lightning flashed...and the onlookers on the street saw something burst from the rubble, up into the sky...a figure dressed in black, with a gold smear of a lightning bolt across her breasts...the world's newest mightiest mortal...

Lois Lane, Mother of Marvels.