End: Lois Wins Control Of Her Body

Metaphysics were not Lois Lane's strong suit. She'd taken a single course on medieval demonology at university, and none of it was of the applied variety. Her teen years had been free of any goth phase or overpowering interest in occultism. As the essence of the demon burned inside of like smokeless fire, radiant with the energy it had taken from its followers, Lois knew that she was properly fucked...

...and that she wasn't giving up without a fight.

To those laying on their knees, licking at the cum spilled on the ground, holding their aching pussies and assholes where the demon's jizz still burned, it appeared that their dark mistress froze. Muscles rigid, eyes open but unseeing. There was nothing to see. The battle between the two spirits within Lois Lane's body was taking place within, at a spiritual level far removed from the physical plane.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter opened her mind's eyes. She looked up at a colorless sky. There was solid ground beneath her feet, gritty like sand. A round, irregularly-shaped surface that floated placidly on a violet ocean, the same color of her eyes. All alone for as far as she could see...except for the red-skinned woman with the dark black hair kneeling on the opposite side of the floating island, or whatever it was.

"I never dreamed," Blaze said, and Lois knew somehow that this was Blaze, or some representation of her. "That you would make a fight of it."

"I want my body back," Lois said. "Where are we?"

"This?" The demon touched the white ground. "A bit of your ego, floating on the surface of your subconscious. Far removed from the levels of thought that you normally operate at."

Blaze stood up. Dark horns crowned her head. A sudden wind blew, stirring the waters, sending their island spinning. The demon's eyes were pure white, without pupil or iris. A stiff cock jutted out from between her legs.

"As for going away...no, I don't think so. I like it here. Your body will be quite useful to me..."

Lois was moving. She had been in fights before. Her father had insisted she be trained in unarmed combat. The demon's smile was cruel and confident as the reporter crossed the space between them. At the last moment, the demon ducked, swerved—tried to let the reporter's own momentum carry her off the surface they both stood on, into the depths.

Except Lois was waiting for that. Her foot came up and caught Blaze behind the knee. The white eyes went wide as they fell, together. Lois was ready for it. Blaze wasn't. The reporter's hands grabbed for the demon's right wrist, Lois spun around, legs trying to scissor the demon...if she could just get her into an armlock...

With inhuman strength the demon tossed Lois aside, sending her skidding across the grainy white surface.

They both got to their feet. Wary now, they began to circle.

"You're still thinking like a mortal," Blaze taunted. "Every second, my essence slips deeper into your body, mingling with yours. Soon, my control will be absolute. You fight a losing battle, Lois Lane. Come here and give yourself to me," she thrust her cock for emphasis, "and we shall finally be one."

"And if I refuse your gracious offer?" Lois said.

"Then I will **** your soul," Blaze said, her white eyes burning. "And all that you were shall be lost. Until there is no Lois Lane. Only Blaze."

They were almost within arm's reach now. Blaze jabbed forward, hands curled into claws. Lois brought her left forearm up to guard. Bright pain ran through her body the talons tore through the flesh, leaving four parallel bloody scratches. Overhead, the sky darkened and churned, the wind whipped about them as on a storm.

It's responding to me, Lois thought, not daring to take her eyes off of Blaze. This is my mind, my soul...she might be strong, but I'm in control here!

The demon came at her again. Lois side-stepped, brought up her right fist and smacked Blaze in the right breast with all of her strength...and it nearly tore the tit off, the demon staggering backward from the **** of the blow. The wind shifted, blowing on Lois Lane's back now, against the demon. Blaze leaned into it, mouth a grim line, cock drooling, testicles dangling...a stubborn reminder of her intentions.

Wounded now, Blaze was cautious. She set to circling again. Lois could see the dark purple lesions around her chest, the small breast hanging limp compared to its mate. Blood trickled down the reporter's left forearm, which felt numb, hard to hold up. The reporter didn't think she could take another claw-attack like that...

Which is when the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter conceived a **** gambit.

Wordlessly, Lois attacked. Blaze's eyes were like a great cat, watching the reporter's shoulders, where the power of the blows would come from. She moved accordingly, letting the reporter's swings grow wilder and wilder, waiting for the right opening, giving ground...

...until there was no more ground to give.

Heels on the edge of ego-island, Lois let her left arm drop as though she could not lift it. Blaze's jab came in quick, claws extended. The reporter's arm came up...and this time the fingers went straight through her forearm, piercing muscle and bone...Lois dropped down to one knee...and then her right hand came up, hand cupped...and gripped the swollen red testicles beneath the crimson cock.

"This move," the reporter panted. "Is called, 'Monkey Steals the Peach.'"

Lois Lane's hands closed, nails digging into the leathery red skin. She could feel the strength ebbing from her left arm as with her right, the reporter twisted, pulled...and surprisingly, felt the whole of the demon's dick and balls tear free in a spray of black blood.

Blaze tottered, for a moment...then slipped, fell back, into the ocean.

"You...have only won a battle, Lois Lane," the demon held onto the edge of the ego-island with one crimson claw. The violet "water" around her was tainted with a cloud of black, like ink. "You will never be rid of me. I will remain...inside of you...forever..."

The reporter knelt down at the edge of the island. She stared the devil in the eye.

"Go fuck yourself," she said, and jammed the still-rigid cock into Blaze's own mouth. The **** of the blow shook loose the demon's hold...and she swiftly sank, out of view.

Lois closed her eyes...and when she opened them...

She stood naked around the kneeling cultists. Looked down at herself...and with a bit of relief, saw that the cock was gone.

"Where is she?" The priestess asked. The dark-skinned woman looked at Lois with a mix of fear and awe. "What have you done to her?"

"I told her to go fuck herself," Lois Lane said. "And then I helped her do it."

With that, the spell—whatever hold or connection Blaze had with all these people—seemed broken. Men and women suddenly woke to the pain of their fucking, even though the black jism was swiftly evaporating, leaving only broken assholes and well-used pussies behind. Lois Lane quickly located her clothing and began to dress.

Her night out was over. She had enough material here for an article—a good one. "Demonic sex cult under the streets of Metropolis!" Her editor would run it.

A part of her wondered at Blaze's last words. Whether she was truly free of the demon. But for tonight, at least, Lois Lane was in charge of her own body. What happens next would be a different story.