End: Lois Lane Knees Blaze In The Dick

It has long been noted that one of the great flaws in the bipedal body plan is that external testicles are an obvious weakspot. Something that holds true for humans and Kryptonians, gods and demons. Yet so sure was Blaze in her influence over Lois Lane, or perhaps so driven by lust, that she did not take this into account...not until the reporter's knee-cap drove the demonic dickgirl's balls into her body so hard that Blaze was lifted momentarily off of her feet.

Shock seized the demon a moment before the pain, blinding and overwhelming, did. Blaze sank to the ground and curled into a protective ball. Leaving the demon unprepared as Lois Lane's foot slammed once more into the dickgirl's wounded crotch. The human glamour faded immediately, Blaze unable to maintain even the minimal concentration the spell required.

Nor did Lois Lane stop there.

"No! Means! No!" Lois said, a shock running up her leg each time her foot hit home. Each kick shifted the writhing crimson, horned figure a few inches...and the final kick sent Blaze over the lip of stone and into the open sewer flowing below. The demon sank without a trace...and as the adrenaline faded, Lois became aware of the ache in her leg. She felt as if she had broken something in her foot kicking the demon...although she felt a certain satisfaction in the fact that thost potent testes were now battered, bruised, and crammed up against the demon's kidneys.

"I hope you piss blood, you demonic cunt," Lois muttered an uncharacteristic curse.

She was still cursing as she limped into the sewer. Lois found her smartphone in her pocket, and used the light from its screen to guide her way until she came to the first ladder set in the wall. With every step on a rung, Lois felt the demon's jizz ooze out of her violated pussy. The reporter held onto her anger and let it drive her. There would be time, later, to feel sad and guilty about what had happened in the tunnel, where duped by Blaze's illusions Lois had allowed herself to be fucked unprotected and creampied. Lois regretted now that she had not had an IUD put in...but she hadn't had sex in so long, it seemed unnecessary.

Carefully, Lois raised the manhole cover, hoping that it wasn't in the middle of a busy road with oncoming traffic...yet she could hear no vehicles. Inching her way up and out, Lois saw the manhole cover was set in the sidewalk, not three blocks from the club...and with a fierce satisfaction, Lois Lane saw the glowing sign of a 24-hour drugstore.

"Morning-after pill, here I come," Lois murmured as she pulled herself up and out. Tomorrow, she was sure, Lois would feel weepy, pissed at herself, full of self-recriminations. She had failed to find the missing women. Gotten fucked by some big-dicked demonic succubus. Probably tore a ligament in her foot. Was in the middle of a freak-out. But if she could just attend to the pregnancy scare, it would be something. With a light heart, she hobbled up to the automatic sliding glass doors and stepped inside.

Fifteen minutes later, Lois Lane was staring outside the burning building that had been a 24-hour **** store. Superman had pulled the druggist and clerk out of the store before the Metropolis Fire Department could get there, and was busy using his super-breath to put out the leaping flames. The reporter felt a sick sensation in her belly that the morning-after pills would all be burned...after all, they had exploded just as Lois stepped into the store.

The reporter's teeth clenched. Though she couldn't possibly hear it, she imagined Blaze's laughter echoing up from the sewer. Obviously, avoiding this potential pregnancy was going to be a little more difficult than the reporter imagined...but Lois Lane was nothing if not persistent and resourceful.

"Lois, are you alright?" Superman said.

"I've had a really shit night out," the reporter said, standing on one leg because the foot she had kicked Blaze with was really hurting now. A part of Lois hoped she hadn't broken any toes. Another part of her hoped Blaze was pissing blood through that perfect cock. Lois shook herself and looked up into Superman's eyes. "Take me home?"

"Of course, Lois," Superman said, stooping to gather the reporter in his arms...and Lois pressed herself against his chest, trying not to think of Blaze and how good the sex had been. If only she hadn't cum in Lois...but the demon had. Now, as women had for hundreds of thousands of years, Lois Lane was left to deal with the mess.

Yet that is a different story.