End: Lois Lane Uses Blaze's Pride Against Her

One stratagem made its way into the forefront of Lois Lane's brain. Perhaps not the smartest or most rational plan, but under the circumstances, it seemed worth a shot. A kind of psychological judo flip to turn the demon against herself.

"You know," the reporter huffed, as she **** herself up and down, and that long scarlet shaft filled her cunny in ways that a young and less experienced Lois Lane had never imagined. "If I was making love to Superman right now..."

"You're not," Blaze growled, and her hands grabbed the reporter's ass a trifle roughly. "You're fucking me! I own this pussy."

Lois **** a smile. She leaned forward, and her hands groped the demon's breasts as her hips gyrated in the ancient dance. Every time the reporter descended to take Blaze's cock as deep into her depths as she could, Lois felt the scarlet succubus' balls press against her ass.

"I'm just saying. If I was fucking Superman, he wouldn't fuck anyone else but me. He would save all of his seed to knock me up and keep me knocked up for the rest of my natural life. Wouldn't even let me think about straying with someone else, because I'd have his dick in me so much I couldn't even think about another cock," Lois batted her eyelashes as she said this, a coy smile on her face.

Blaze's brow furrowed between her horns, and her Mona Lisa smile turned into a hard pink line as the color drained from her lips.

"Some women are more likely to seek multiple partners when pregnant," Lois said. "After all, all those hormones...and it's not like anyone knows you're making a fool out of your babydaddy, do they? I mean, so long as the baby is really theirs. How's a cuckold going to know?"

A black spark leaped between the demon's horns, and the red nostrils twitched. Lois smiled a bit wider and picked up her pace, so that her ass bounced on Blaze's balls. The reporter gave a theatrical sigh.

"Of course, you've got all those other women. The ones who went missing. I suppose you'll spend part of your time fucking them. Leaving me all alone...lonely...with nothing between my legs when the urge hits. It would just be natural if maybe one day I couldn't take it any longer, dropped onto my heels in front of Superman, pulled his big thick man-meat out of those little red shorts and..." the reporter stopped as she heard the growl from deep in the demon's chest. "Oh, does that upset you?"

Blaze said nothing, but Lois smiled wider. The wet schlup-schlup-schlup of cock in cunt as the reporter slammed her ass down hard enough to spank those big red balls never wavered.

"Of course, I suppose I could be exclusively yours...for Blaze's use only...your personal and forever cumdup," Lois let her voice drop into a whisper. "But I don't know if you could keep me happy if you were fucking some other sluts on the side. I'm a bit high cunt-maintenance."

The demon's lips twisted up into a thin-lipped smile. Not at all like her typical expression, that half-knowing grin, like someone who knows a secret you don't. This was of a darker, more knowing amusement.

"You know," Blaze said. "I know you're playing me. But you're right. So I'll offer you a deal. I'll let the other women go, and fuck no one else—if you agree to be my exclusive cum dump and let me fuck you whenever and however I want. To not even think about fucking any cock other than mine!"

Lois Lane's throat suddenly went dry. She stared the demon in the eye...but the pure white eyes gave nothing away. The reporter could only imagine what perverted things the demon might do to her. Yet this was a chance to get almost everything Lois wanted. All it would cost her was...well, she was already fucking Blaze. It wasn't like Superman was going to want sloppy seconds after the demon ruined her pussy.

"Alright," Lois agreed. "On the condition that you keep me sexually satisfied!"

"Deal," Blaze whispered.

Something passed between them then. A black spark leaped from Blaze's horns to the middle of the reporter's forehead, where it melted like a drop of snow. Yet Lois could feel it inside of her, as it crawled into her brain. A little bit of Blaze, in her head. A tiny speck of her power, as evidence of their new pact...and though Lois Lane did not understand what it meant at that time, as Blaze began to buck and the reporter felt a surge of black jism against her womb, that triggered another orgasm, she would learn in the future that some pacts are quite literal.

Because after Lois Lane's night out, Blaze's cock became the only dick in the reporter's entire world. No more wet dreams of Superman, no more hazy mid-afternoon fantasies about the men in the office, no masturbating to male porn stars on the internet. It was as if every other cock on the planet had vanished for Lois Lane. There was only Blaze's cock for getting off...and as they moaned together, moved, together, billions f tiny demonic sperm flooding her womb, Lois Lane had no idea what vital piece of herself she had just traded away.

Yet with the morning's light, as Lois and Blaze lay in each other's arms, the demon's libido temporarily exhausted, the reporter's cunt spattered and gooey with corrupted cum, four women found themselves waking up from the hells they had sold themselves to. In the days to come, they would return to their former lives, not quite sure how to articulate where they had been during the period they had gone missing...and Lois Lane would find herself on the receiving end of Blaze's cock, morning, noon, and night, her long sexual dry spell finally broken with a flood of semen that would carry her into motherhood, and beyond.