End: Lois Shoves It In

The moment her demonic dick pressed against the incubus twink's backside, Lois Lane knew she had made a mistake. It wasn't just that the asshole that gripped her dick was tighter and warmer than the others—it was more eager. The twink's muscles sucked her in, and a pathetic moan came out of his throat that sent a shiver right up the reporter's spine, her overloaded balls squeezing automatically.

"Oh, mommy!" the twink said, gripping a rail and pushing back to **** another inch of the bitchbreaker into his already overstuffed rectum. "It's so big! I want all of it!"

It wasn't just the words. The other sluts had taunted Lois. No, what gave strength to her hips, that made her thrust harder and faster, cock so stiff it hurt, hands grabbing the girlish waist...it was that he sounded like he meant it.

Knees bent, his little dick stiff, her cock plunging deep inside of his guts, and the little blue demon moaned like a bitch in heat, blue tongue wagging, squeezing his ass muscles whenever Lois pulled out, relaxing as she thrust back in so that she could push in deep, her bigger balls slamming home into his. Within moments, Lois felt the terrible urge to cum boiling inside of her more intensely than ever before.

The reporter's self-control wavered. There was more than just herself at stake. Etrigan had entrusted her with his dick. The missing women...were being used by Blaze as part of her foul plan. She had to make this little bitch-boy cum. Take his power as her own. That was the only way to win, that was...

Lois nearly yelped as she felt the hot, wet fingers slide into her ass. Red claws ripped away her shirt to paw at her breasts. A body slammed forward into hers, forcing her cock even deeper into the blue demon-twink, until his flat chest was pressed against the railing.

"You've come closer than I thought you would, Lois," Blaze said, and Lois shuddered in mingled lust and fear. "So close...and yet so far. It seems you found an admirer. He can't get enough of your cock."

The twink was hanging over the railing, tongue lolling, eyes rolled back in his head as he rolled his hips, fucking himself on Lois Lane's bitchbreaker....and the reporter moaned as she felt the terrible need inside of her increase. She'd heard of blue balls, but until this moment she had never known how physically painful it was not to cum.

Then Blaze's questing fingers in her rear found what she was searching for in Lois Lane's ass. The demonic prostate that fed her massive organ.

"Nooooo!" Lois screamed as, with two fingers, Blaze massaged the organ...and something hot and wet burst inside of Lois. Traveled along her cock like a line of liquid fire...and erupted inside the gaping blue asshole of the incubus.

What happened next was almost too much for Lois Lane to process. She had felt what it was like, absorbing other demons...but now she felt the very essence of herself unloaded. Lois could not stop cumming into the tight ass of the twink. Her cock seemed to swell inside of him, and as it did, Lois Lane began to with.

Blaze laughed and pulled out her fingers, as the reporter shrank and diminished. The blue ass grew huge in the reporter's vision, and she was drawn down into those perfect azure asscheeks...unable to resist or get away, unable to stop, or even to see the twink clutch his swelling stomach as the combined demonic essence poured into his bitch hole.

Until all that was left of Lois was the size of a doll's head, in up to her neck in the tight blue pucker of his anus, clutching onto the rim as her cock, now massive by comparison, dragged itself deeper into him...and then the suction was too much. She disappeared inside, the sphincter closing over her. Darkness encompassed her...and the muscular tunnel that squeezed and sucked her in gave way to an abyss, an endless void. Where Lois Lane curled up, her mind desperately seeking to hold onto its sanity...

The incubus twink sat down heavily. His abdomen distended outwards from his flat chest, taut and round, so far out he couldn't even see his dick. Wonderingly, he rubbed his hands over his stomach.

"I don't understand...all that power...I can feel it, but I can't access it," his voice said.

Blaze tapped the watermelon-sized blueberry of his stomach. "A last trick of Etrigan's.He made a womb within your ass, and pulled himself and the mortal into it."

A smile curled her lips. "An interesting ploy, but a dangerous one. Their essences are already comingled. If they stay in there long enough...a new entity may be born. One that may be of use to me."

The incubus looked up at her.

"Mistress! What are you saying!?" he asked.

"Get used to being pregnant," Blaze said, and a crackle of lightning licked over the surface of his swollen stomach. "For as long as it takes."

So ended Lois Lane's night out...and so began a new phase of her existence. One that would see her face new challenges, not the least of which was that of her own identity. Yet that is a different story.