End: Lust

Lois Lane pulled her face from Blaze's cock. Slowly, sucking hard, determined to get each drop. An animal heat seemed to settle in her loins, a sure and terrible knowledge in her brain that overwhelmed all else.

My cock, she thought as she finally let it fall free from her lips. Blaze lay back on the bed and the reporter was on top of her in an instant, her cunny pressed against the dickgirl's face as the pregnant reporter groped the massive balls and licked the shaft. She wasn't done with this piece of meat yet.

Blaze's tongue found the report's twat and she began to lap at the hot labia like a bitch in heat, and Lois herself lavished attention on the rod in front of her, tongue depositing a glistening layer of saliva as she drank in the smell, the heat, rubbing and stroking the monster to prevent it from getting soft.

I need this in me, Lois thought...and when the cock began to throb and pulse, and the urgent licking of her cunny grew slack as Blaze paused to pant and puff against her quivering quim, the pregnant reporter stood up and stepped forward to drop into a squat atop that prick, guiding it to her cunt...

...and her stomach, swollen a little with the massive breakfast, stood out in a little curve, and for a moment Lois hesitated as she rubbed the rubbery glans against her slick hole. In rational moments over the next forty weeks, Lois Lane would look back on that morning after her night out and wonder if she could have stopped, if she had tried. If she had simply walked away, aching with lust, perhaps she could have gotten an abortion...or some other help.

Then the moment of hesitation passed, and Lois Lane sank down on that hard prick with a vicious satisfaction that eclipsed every moment of passion she had ever experienced with mere mortals. For Lois Lane, it felt like the cock punched into the core of her being...as if she was being fucked in her very soul...and one jet black eruption of jizz might stain her irrevocably.

Then the moment of poetic passion passed, and she was just a slut, a whore, a dirty fucking slag bouncing up and down on the dick while Blaze held onto her hips and smiled, sure now that she had the demon mother which she had, secretly, always wanted...but she had never imagined who it might be.

"Love is not denied to us," Blaze whispered, although Lois, focused solely on the way her cunt gripped and rubbed the dick, didn't hear her. There would be other sins to feed...envy, wrath, sloth, pride, greed...and the demon looked forward to indulging those as well. To watching Lois swell larger and larger as she lapsed deeper and deeper into sin.