End: Lois Lane Never Asks Blaze To Stop

There always came a pint, when Lois Lane was masturbating, Alone, in the dark, in her room. In her father's house, or in her dorm room in college. Always afraid someone would come in, someone could hear. Yet there always came that point of no return. When Lois was so close to cumming, when she was so into it, there was no way she could stop. Fingers a frenzied blur. Utterly focused. Anticipation and apprehension mingled and overwhelmed by a single irresistable urge.

The reporter felt it now. As the head of Blaze's prick, as big as a pineappled, pushed past her pussy lips. As the unseen hands pushed and pulled. Forces that steadily increased as her pussy expanded inhumanly. Black sparks danced beneath the reporter's skin as the demon magic worked at her flesh. All that hard, hot meat filled the reporter's cunny. Dropped her inch by inch, deeper on that dick. Pain muted, pleasure heightened...but it was more than that.

Lois Lane didn't even try to fight it. If anything it was as if she was trying to will herself downard. To **** that monstrous cock deeper into her swollen and stretched cunt. The reporter's hands came to her distended abdomen. The skin stretched tight around Blaze's cockhead bulged obscenely. The reporter stared down and could see her own navel distorted as it pushed deeper into her body.

Lower and lower Lois sank. Her knees brushed the edges of Blaze's thrown. The bright, burning eyes came level with the reporter's breasts. The heat from the cock radiated out of the massive meat pole. It suffused the reporter's being. A sensual heat unlike anything she had ever experienced. Every pulse of Blaze's cock sent the reporter into paroxysms of ecstasy. It was like a fire that burned her very soul.

The reporter's hands carressed the cock-bulge on her abdomen. As she was pulled deeper, legs splayed lewdly, she felt it guided under her rib cage. Under her sternum. For the first time, Lois Lane felt a twinge of fear. Her heat thundered against the back of the glans. She couldn't take a deep breath, her diaphragm was warped by the cock's passage. The reporter's head swam, and she wondered, for the first time, where her womb was. In her throat, perhaps? If Blaze came right now, would it blow the top of her head straight off?

"Lois..." Blaze's voice was a soft whisper that made the reporter's whole body thrill and resonate. The reporter could not see the other changes taking place. The darkness that spread to the whites of her eyes. The way the labia stretched so tight around Blaze's cock had turned blood red, and the skin around that pink as the color slowly diffused through her body. "I've been fucking your womb this whole time. My precum, my seed, have already leached into your massive cunt. Before, you could have stopped me. But now...so much of you is already mine."

"All you were, all you would be, is gone," Blaze said, and Lois Lane writhed, impaled on that cock. Bumps began to distend the reporter's forehead. The reporter moaned and gyrated; her bones cracked as her hips expanded, and meat piled onto her thin frame. For the curves that were more to Blaze's liking.

Blaze. Her mistress.

There was a grim chuckle as Blaze raised her hand and began to carve the reporter's flesh with her talons. Blood oozed from the wounds, but Lois shivered as with the caress of a lover. The redness extended out from the reporter's cunt, her whole body warping as Blaze carved the womb-symbol on her abdomen...the inverted pentagram between her small breasts...with a slash, the reporter's tongue was cut, and the two forks of it writhed independently.

The succubus that was Lois Lanegyrated on her mistress' demonic dick, lost forever in that moment, that place where Lois Lane could never stop herself. A moment that stretched on and on...and oh, what plans Blaze had for her newest minion.

Yet that is another story.