End: Lois Resists The Temptation

Her pussy dripped.

Lois Lane could hear it, one drop at a time as it hit the floor. Her knees shook. Nipples so hard they hurt.

How many times have I dreamed of this? Lois thought. Her heart hammered in her chest, pounded in her ears. The tremor seemed to spread up her sweat-sheathed body, until her lips trembled and the hot breath came out of her open lips in a plaintive pant, and her cheeks burned so hot...

This isn't him, Lane, Lois told herself. This isn't Superman. It's a trick. It's not real.

"It will feel real," Blaze's voice said from behind her. "Exactly like the real thing. His strong hands to crush you to him. The length of that perfect prick will pierce you to the core. You'll beg him for his baby, and he'll oblige. Satisfying you as a woman. Utterly."

Lois bit her lips. She lowered her hands and buried her fingers into her palms, so that the nails cut into her hands. The pain helped to distract her...focus her..ground her.

"And the morning after, I'll be pregnant," Lois said. "But it won't be his, will it? This is all a trick. This isn't him. One night of pleasure and then forty weeks carrying a baby that isn't his. Just the memory of one night with a stand-in, a substitute."

There was no answer from Blaze, and Lois knew she was right.

"Let me go, Angelica," Lois said, and side-stepped the figure before her. "I've got what I came for."

There was no answer...but in the darkness, Lois Lane's hand wrapped around the cold metal handle of a door. She threw it open, into a blast of cold air, and stepped through...

...to find herself blinking in the moonlight, in an alley behind the club.

Utterly naked.

One hand went between the reporter's legs. The other covered her nipples. She sucked in the cool air, glad that it chilled her fevered brow. Lois Lane was still incredibly aroused...but she had escaped. From what fate, exactly, she wasn't sure...but something in her felt relief that she had overcome temptations.

Bare-assed and shivering in the cool sweat, Lois Lane set out to find her way home.

In the darkness, Blaze held the reporter's panties to her face. She sniffed at the black, lacy thong. The musk of a real woman. The little curly hairs stuck in the fabric. In inviting Lois Lane this far, the succubus had simply been playing a game...but it was a game that she had expected to win. Now...now Lois Lane's victory changed things.

"I will fuck you, Lois Lane," Blaze vowed. Her eyes flashed and black lightning crackled. "If not tonight...then some other night! You will beg for my cock."