End: Lois Succeeds In Retrieving The Black Grail

The dark cup, leaking its ebon jism like crude oil into the depths of the great vagina at the base of the fleshy tree-shape, where what was left to Blaze's torso hung off it like a chaotic, cancerous outgrowth, slowly being drawn into the bulk of the form. Lois could see the topmost of its cocks brush against the ceiling of the chapel, and tried to judge the logistics of retrieving the cup.

There were no tools about that she could use to knock the unholy grail out of the distended, glistening cunt, and it was further inside the massive, gaping pussy than the reporter could reach standing at the base of the fleshbeast that had been the demon Blaze. The reporter grit her teeth. She could reach into the pussy fairly easily if she touched the thing...but her every instinct warned against touching that skin, which seemed soft and slick, sometimes the bright pink of the inside of a pussy or asshole, sometimes crimson and porous like leather.

Which left the reporter only one, unpleasant option.

Lifting her leg up as high as she could, Lois gingerly stepped over where the nearly unrecognizable torso of Blaze was being drawn into the bulk of the genital-tree. She could, albeit barely, stand straddling the bizarre outgrowth without touching it directly. Now, balanced on her tippy toes, the reporter reached into the gaping pussy.

This close, she could smell the black jizz, reeking and strong, almost intoxicating. The reporter felt her clit throb and itch inside of her pants...no, it was burning, her whole cunt on fire, and something was pressing at her tight pants, and it was painful and pleasurable at the same time. Not sure what was happening to her, Lois reached inside the huge pussy and grabbed the Black Grail.

Hard glass, warm as blood under the reporter's fingertips. She pulled it away from where it rested with a wet squelch, little eyes opening inside the vast, multi-branching vaginal canal. Pure white eyes with no pupil or iris. Lois turned the cup upright, so no more of the black jism spilled. A part of her had been afraid that the lips of the gaping cunt would close on her arms, or that strange penis-tentacles would emerge from the depths like lamprey eels to coil about her and try to fuck her every hole. Or that the drops of black cum on her fingers would cause them to sprout little dicks like some fungal infection.

Yet none of that took place, and as Lois straightened herself up, she uttered a little sigh of relief.

Which is when the outgrowth of what had been the demon Blaze jerked forward. Hard spines tore through the material of the reporter's pants as it **** her into the massive cunt at the base of the tree, which now swelled wide to receive her. Lois Lane tasted black jizz in her mouth, salty and strangely sweet. In half a heartbeat, her head and arms were inside of that tree, legs kicking against the soft flesh, and in another moment the bulk of that torso had slammed straight against the tree, and the lips of the vagina were closing.

Lois, bleeding, in pain, coughing and spitting cum, railed against the stubborn flesh...but great muscles bunched, squeezing the pussy tightly shut, contracting the room until Lois was **** into a fetal position, the black grail clutched to her chest. The darkness inside was absolute, the air warm, wet, rank, and close...

Unseen feelers slid over Lois Lane, and she could only wriggle in defiance as her clothes were cut away and pulled into unseen orifices. Naked, she felt the walls grow soft and squishy...oozing some thin liquid. Lois tasted it, and spat again. Not cum or milk or piss, but something else altogether. More of the little feelers came back, twisting over the reporter's body like a million earth worms, and she bit at those that came near her mouth. At first she thought they were going after the Black Grail...until one of them found her navel, and latched on.

Then Lois Lane realized that she was not in a pussy...the great gaping cunt had only been the doorway to the trap, with the Black Grail and her own good nature as the bait.

She was in a womb.

The amniotic fluid continued to fill the small chamber. Lois made one last **** effort to escape. Kicked and punched against the walls, clawed with her nails, even bit at the walls of flesh around her and pulled at the hateful umbilical. The air grew ranker and ranker as she struggled to keep her nose and mouth above the rising level of the salty fluid, even as cord that tied her to what had been a Queen of Hell grew thicker and stronger.

At the last, Lois held her breath. Her lungs burned for a few moments. How long can the average person hold their breath? A couple of minutes. At last, as the sound of a great beating heart reverberated through the fluid that Lois now found she was floating in, she let out her last gasp of air. Swallowed a mouthful of tainted liquid, amniotic fluid intermixed with the black cum seeping from the Black Grail.

Except she did not drown. She did not have to breathe. The umbilical was giving her everything she needed. Just Lois Lane, alone in the dark, with the Black Grail.

The worst part was, Lois was awake and aware. She moaned as a thick tentacle slid up her pussy, and another up her ass. Those were only the beginning. Lois could feel the changes beginning to take place in her body...the little orifices that opened on her skin, the tiny cock-headed tendrils that plugged into those holes, each with a separate sexual thrill. As she stewed...gestated...in that great womb, awash in the polluting essence of the Black Grail, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could feel as every single part of her began to change, or was stripped away. Remade, to be reborn.

As what? Lois Lane had no answer to that...not until she felt the soft hole open at the back of her skull, the lazy, thick cock bumping blindly against her head before it slipped into the new orifice. The spasm as it came sent her into a kind of seizure, black jizz spurting into her brain, black knowledge rewriting all that was, or had been Lois Lane.

Time lost meaning. Things whispered to her in the dark. Her great purpose, her mission, the reason she was being reborn.

When the time was right, Lois Lane would emerge from this black womb. Open her eyes to gaze once more upon the cold, cruel, heartless world.

She was going to fuck it.

But that is another story.