End: No—This Is Your Rightful Place

Lois braced against the desk and pushed backwards. She felt the shock as the demon fell back into the chair, the pregnant sex worker atop her. With a surprising athleticism, Lois lifted her leg over the demon's head and twisted around on that dick, toe face the crimson, horned visage of her "special client"—the one who had impregnated her.

Loveman grinned as she rolled her hips, grinding that crimson cock in her cunt.

"You thought you trapped me—but now that I have your true name, I'm the one that's trapped you!" Lois announced confidently.

New memories flooded both their minds—the demon's own power turned back against her by the power of her true name. Now the sex worker's murky past grew ever more complicated. She remembered discovering occultism in college, as the journalist student learned to research in the depths of the Miskatonic University library. It was there she had hatched her plan...one that combined her skills as a reporter and a journalist. One that would only work if she risked everything to trick the demon into giving her true name.

"Mortal cunt," Blaze hissed. "You won't—"

Lois Loveman spoke a word of power...and bright green runes burned in a ring around the demon's throat like a collar, **** off the demon's words. Similar bonds appeared on the scarlet succubus' wrists and ankles...and, the reporter knew, around the base of that crimson cock.

The whore-witch leered as she began to rise and fall on the captive cock.

"You don't get it, Blaze. I'm not your surrogate...you're my sperm donor! And now that I have your name, you're going to be my bitch...the stiff prick that I need to help control my sexual cravings all through my pregnancy. You see, I've won—I get Lois Lane's reputation, Lois Loveman's sex life, and your power! I've won—I've won!"

Lois grabbed the dark horns and rose and fell, allowing herself a cackle of victory tinged with madness...and Blaze, snared in the threads of her own plots, could do nothing as Lois used her like a living dildo...and the knowledge that ate at the demon was that she herself had brought about this turn of events. Trapped as she was by the power of her own true name and her meddling with the past, the demon knew that she was, in every possible way...fucked.

And it was Lois Loveman who was doing the fucking, howling with dark glee as she felt the demon writhe and flex beneath her, **** to cum inside her mistress but prevented from doing so. From now on, if Blaze wished to ejaculate, it would be when and where Lois desired...and the pregnant prostitute-sorceress had dark plans for the demon. Blaze's Satanic semen was, after all, magically potent, with many potential uses...

...but that is another story. For Lois Lane's night out was over, and the reign of Lois Loveman, Sorceress Supreme, was soon to begin.