End: Love and All The Pleasures of Hell

"I see your mind, Lois Lane," the scarlet succubus said. "You are...hesitant. Practical. You seek delay. I understand. You feel powerless, Put upon. You have one bargaining chip, and so you play the cards you have been dealt to your best advantage. It is one of the many things I admire about you."

Red hands clapped. A steaming brass tripod walked forward. Not a robot, which Lois would have understood. The brass legs, spindly and insect-like, should not have been able to bend and move, and yet they did. The legs were topped by a great bowl, and as it climbed the stair to Blaze's throne, Lois saw it was full of steaming water, and a towel hung off of a handle on the side.

The rim of the bowl rose until it touched the demon's great dangling testicles, and the tip of the dick dipped into the steaming water.

"Come, Lois. A show of good faith. Wash my filthy cock, so that it is worthy of you, and I will tell you what I offer for our marriage. If you can't at least do that much..."

The threat went unsaid. In her skimpy outfit, Lois stirred. The chain at her neck clanked.

The white cloth was thick as a Turkish bath towel. The reporter kept her face neutral as she picked it up and dipped it in the hot water. Rather desultory, she began to scrub the great scarlet cock. Wiped away the pale white smegma. **** the tip below the water. Saw the crimson skin gleam wetly, like fresh blood.

It was a big dick. Many of Lois Lane's better lovers had been well-hung. Not that she was a size queen, but the reporter appreciated the added length and thickness. Just looking at Blaze's cock made Lois bite her lip, curiosity unleashed, unable to stop imagining what it would feel like inside of her. What it would taste like.

Keep it together, Lane, Lois told herself. You're not a whore. Not yet, anyway.

Blaze watched Lois Lane silently for a minute or two—it doesn't take long to rinse off a cock, no matter how large—and the steam that rose from the bowl carried the demon's smell, that weird mix of masculine and feminine. The reporter swallowed as she felt herself grow a little light-headed. The edges of her vision blurred, and she dipped her hands into the scalding water to help her focus, splashed the water over the base of Blaze's scarlet shaft so that it dripped down over those dangling testes, which seemed as big as ripe avocados.

Then the demon spoke of what their life would be like together.

She spoke of a love, fierce and bright as a lightning bolt. Of the storms of passion that could come on Blaze in a moment. Of the other times, when she didn't even wish to be touched, and admired beauty from afar. She spoke of a throne in hell, and a crown, for Lois alone. Of mysteries that the reporter might learn and master; lost secrets of ages. Magic, power, ancient truths of history. With Blaze's ring on her finger, the reporter would have status over the damned, to compel truths—all the dirty secrets of governments, corporations, serial killers.

Like Persephone, Lois could travel between the mortal world and perdition. With her newfound knowledge, she could expose the lies of the world. Make restitution to the victims. With the powers unlocked, she could no longer be reliant on Superman to save her, but would be a **** in her own right. For good or ill, heroics or villainy, for her own profit or the good of the world, the demon cared not. Wealth, fame...these things, Blaze did not desire.

Only that Lois Lane would descend the long road to the darkness under the world. To rule beside her spouse. To accept Blaze's love...and perhaps something more.

The scarlet shaft rose as Lois Lane peeled back the foreskin. She shivered as she felt how hard it was. The throb of the great purple veins beneath the skin. The reporter could feel herself sweat. Hard nipples pressed against the tiny breastplates. The loin cloth between her legs was damp with more than sweat. Lois Lane shivered in erotic anticipation.

There were pleasures no mortal woman could know. Subtle techniques from ancient harems; weird changes to anatomy that Blaze could enact on herself. The only limit was Lois Lane's own imagination, and as they learned more of each other, that imagination might widen to new possibilities. There were depths of the reporter's soul that were unplumbed, hidden desires unsated. Blaze could be more than just her lover—she could be any lover that Lois desired, no matter how strange.

The reporter bit her lip as the wet cock lifted clear of the water. At a gesture of a scarlet hand, the tripod retreated...and Lois Lane found herself seated between Blaze's knees, those great swollen balls at mouth-level, the shadow of the cock fell across the reporter's face.

"What do you say, Lois Lane?" Blaze's voice had dropped to a husky whisper. "Will you accept my offer? If so...give me a sign of your submission. Let me sate those desires."

Lois told herself as she rose on shaking legs that she was just doing this to save herself. That she had ****, as her fingers fumbled with the clasps that held the bottom of her bikini together. Yet as she stared at the half-lidded glowing eyes, Lois knew she lied to herself. Despite all of her qualms, the reporter couldn't deny the dribbles of pure lust that ran down her thighs as she climbed into the demon's lap.

The half-naked reporter hated herself as she balanced on Blaze's thighs, one hand on a red shoulder as the other reached back and guided that turgid prick to her cunt. She gasped at the touch of that flesh, which was hotter than the scalding water.

"If you've lied to me," Lois said grimly. "I'll destroy you. No matter how long it takes. No matter what the cost."

The demon's lips parted in a toothy smile, utterly unlike the smug little half-grin Lois had seen before. Crimson hands raised to unclasp the metal bra, and expose the reporter's small breasts.

"My love...my heart...my whore...my wife..." Blaze whispered as her mouth drew close to lay a fiery kiss on each nipple. "Be true to me, and I will be true to you in turn."

Which is when Lois let her weight sink her down onto that scarlet shaft. The burning rod that stretched her wider and plunged deeper into the reporter than any cock ever had. As the terrible heat rose within her, Lois Lane opened her mouth to scream...to scream, or to offer her tongue to her new spouse?

Even Lois didn't know anymore, as their lips touched. As those hot hands groped her body. As that cock pushed her pink lips to their maximum, and beyond. As Lois Lane traded away a piece of her humanity for something...more...and she knew that when at last she returned back to the mortal world, with a slim golden band on her finger and a pussy dripping with demonic spunk, and a mind filled with the secrets of the damned, she would not be the same Lois Lane that she was when she began this night out.