End: Lois Makes It To The Shrine

The reporter staggered the last few steps, suddenly dizzy. Automatically, she brought the bottle up to her mouth, sipping at the by-now-familiar jizz. Her stomach, so recently emptied, roiled...but the reporter swallowed the bile, letting the runny jizz slide down her throat. She shook her head in an effort to clear it, wondering if it was possible to be cum-drunk.

When she hit bottom, the strength went out of her legs. Lois Lane fell forward, grunted in pain as her right hand stopped her fall, the wet, slippery bottle in her left. On hands and knees, she began to crawl forward...the shrine was right there, just as it had been. All the offerings laid out, money and **** and used condoms, the crude gravid idol at the center of it all. Lois began to shake as she dragged herself forward.

A figure stepped out of the darkness, putting herself between Lois and the shrine.

Lois looked up. The figure was tall, and lean to the point of emaciation. The muscles were clearly visible beneath her blood-red skin, the ribs clearly visible, limbs boney without a spare ounce of fat. Her breasts were almost flat, but the nipples were puffy, sticking out like unripe strawberries. Dark horns curled back from a wide brow, and a mane of wild, oily black hair hung down to her shoulders.

What caught the reporter's attention, however, was the hairless, puffy red cock dangling between her legs. It dripped, forming a little puddle on the floor.

"So close," the dickgirl spoke, in a strange accent, "yet so far. If you wish to pass Lois Lane, you must pay a toll."

"Who..." Lois asked, and then her stomach lurched again. Unable to contain it, she vomited jizz onto the floor.

"I am Blaze," the demon said. Recognition fluttered through the reporter's eyes, and Blaze caught it. "Yes, the same LadyB1aze who instructed you to come back here. Who better to tell you how to break the curse, than the one who laid it in the first place?"

The demon knelt. Lois felt the bottle overflowing, hot jizz dribbling over her hand. From her perspectie, the dizzy, sickened reporter found her attention wavering on the tip of Blaze's cock, which hovered just above the level of the floor, sticky jizz oozing from it steadily.

"What..." Lois glubbed, spat out half-digested jizz, and tried again. "What do you want?"

A red hand grabbed the reporter's hair and pulled backward, forcing Lois to look up into the demon's eyes. They were pure white eyes, without pupil or iris.

"In stealing my bottle, you have wasted all the cum it was set to collect. This will be a debt that you owe me, Lois Lane. So I will reverse your curse. Every drop of sperm that enters your body will come straight to me. You will not taste a drop, you will have no risk of pregnancy...ah, but you will have to suck and fuck very hard. Because if you do not return every drop to me within a year and a day...I will own your body and soul. Do we have an agreement?"

Lois was too tired, her body feltwretched and weak. Every moment, more jizz dribbled from the bottle. Hating herself, she tried to nod her head...and then said:

"Yes."

Blaze smiled. "So be it. My acolytes? Carry her to the altar."

Four naked women stepped from the shadows. Lois recognized them. They were the four women that Lois had come to find...and who now found her. Their eyes glazed, as if in a trance, as each took hold of a limb and carried her bodily to the altar. Held her in place as Lois let the bottle slide down to the surface...and a terrible sense of relief went through Lois. A sense of strength filled her, and by the time the women set her back down, the reporter could rise up again on her own feet.

"How do I know," Lois said after a moment. "When I've got enough?"

Blaze offered a Mona Lisa smile. "When your thirst for cum stops."

That was the end of Lois Lane's night out, and the beginning of a new erotic chapter in her life: Lois Lane's Quest for Cum.