End: Lois Lanes Gets Away—But Not Cleanly

"Ground floor is locked down," one of the gangsters told Angelica Blaze. "We got every exit covered. No way she escapes."

The demon held her broken nose between her hands for a moment. There was a sickening crunch as cartilage re-aligned, and the scarlet succubus took an experimental sniff. With a full-body shiver like a dog drying itself, the red skin and horns vanished, back into her human disguise. Tyrell leaned against the wall, his shoe full of blood.

"She's not going for the ground floor," Blaze said. "Call your men. We need to move. But don't worry—Lois Lane will remember us for a long time. I guarantee it."

The demon flashed her teeth and began to laugh, hollowly, as if at some private jest. All the mere mortals in the room shivered, but moved to fulfill her orders.

On the roof, Lois Lane crossed her arms over her chest. She'd broken the door handle to the roof access; there was no other way up or down. Her smartphone had speed-dialed his number. If the villains followed her up here, Lois wouldn't have anywhere to run to...but then, help was on the way. She just had to wait.

The tattoos ached, especially around her sensitive nipples. The reporter hated the image that she present of herself. Topless, exposed, her pale chest decorated with roses, thorns, lewd shapes.

And what happens if I get...intimate with someone? Lois wondered to herself. Will they grow? Does it have to touch my skin for the tattoos to spread? What if I'm giving a blowjob? If I spit or swallow...

Which what Lois thought, in the cold, windy rooftop. A part of her wondered if she should find out. Do a little experiment. Maybe if she got someone to jerk off, she could use a paintbrush and direct the tattoos where to go? That might be interesting. It wasn't like it was bad work. Whatever else she was, Blaze was an artist of no mean skill.

Then a shadow crossed the room. Lois Lane looked up. She was so glad to see the red cape and matching boots, she almost lowered her hands to give Superman a hug. Yet she remembered herself in time.

"Lois," he said, one eye cocked as he saw her topless state. Without a word, he reached up and removed his cape and handed it to her. "Got your message. What's up?"

Succinctly, Lois told the Man of Tomorrow about her night out. Her cheeks burned as she stumbled over how she had convinced Tyrell to bring her downstairs...and his cheeks burned as she described what Blaze had done to her, what the demon had threatened to do to her.

He stared down at the building. "Looks like the villains have escaped. I'll alert the Justice League—Blaze can be a major threat. Did you want to talk to Zatanna about removing that tattoo? If what Blaze told you is accurate, it's magic..."

Lois was about to agree. It was right at the tip of her tongue. Yet something, some impulse, stopped her. Maybe it was just curiosity. Maybe it was something else. A wild fantasy filled her mind. She had just been thinking of the limits of the magic of the tattoo. Now she had a big, strapping Man of Steel right here, willing to help her.

The reporter let the red cape fall. Blue eyes lifted from the floor and stared at the roses and vines that twined around the reporter's nipples. The dark ink seemed to flash wetly, hypnotically, in the moonlight.

"I was thinking," Lois said, when she found her voice again. "That maybe we could...experiment?"

There was a bulge in his pants. With one fingertip, she touched the wet spot that formed at the very tip of that hard bulge. Her body trembled with excitement. Not sure yet whether she would swallow...or have him spray himself all over her.

The tattoos were thirsty...but so was Lois Lane.

It was not until long after her night out that Lois would wonder if Blaze's magic had done something else to her, on her long night out. If the needle hadn't pierced more than flesh, but had tied that thirst for cum into her very soul. One day soon, perhaps, the reporter would roll out of bed, the exhausted Superman naked and spent, and look at herself in the mirror. Lois Lane—the tattooed woman.

But that is another story.