End: No One Saves Lois From Liquidation

It should have hurt. Lois knew that. Melting should have been a burning pain, attacking her from all sides...but it wasn't. Instead, it felt to Lois like sinking into a warm bath. Nerve endings transmuted to swiftly to communicate pain. Lois felt her upper body go numb, her thrashing less strenuous as skin sloughed off and muscle slowly unspooled, to drain down into the demon's growing reproductive organs. Lois felt oddly numb, unable to scream as her tongue came undone in her mouth, dissolving into a white slime that wiggled down to take their place in Blaze's seminal vesicle.

Yet as her upper body grew numb, the reporter's sensation in her lower body seemed to increase. She felt, in the dark, hot wetness of the demon's cock, like little more than a brain and brainstem, connected to her own cunt...and Blaze's fingers rubbed that cunt without mercy. Soon, it was almost all that Lois Lane could feel. All she could think about. Teeth floated free of gums that swam away as a wave of ejaculation, and the reporter could no longer tell if her eyes were open or shut...or if she even had eyes.

A crimson finger vibrated hard against her clit, the reporter's great weak spot...and her toes curled, involuntarily. Lois tried to hold it...to resist...but already she couldn't feel her arms, or the open and close of her jaw. She imagined her whole upper torso as one white gooey mess, like she had swallowed the acid ejaculation of a giant...or if some monstrous titan had stuffed her whole body into its swollen cockhole to masturbate with. Yet even those fantasies were fading. She wondered what it would be like when her skull dissolved, and her living brain began to turn to sperm. The momentary dementia as every bit of her memory faded...ability to think dimming...and she lost...even...her...name...

Climax struck Lois Lane as a single brilliant nova of passion. Her legs shook and spasmed uncontrollably. White froth erupted from the vagina, and Blaze sighed as she pulled the legs inside. The reporter was dissolving nicely, more rapidly now, sliding easily into the demon's cock, which had grown until it was about three feet tall and two feet around...though it would shrink, as more and more of the reporter was safely transferred into "semen storage."

The thighs slipped down past the distorted urethra. What would have been Lois Lane's skull pressed against the very body of her cock, and Blaze bit her lip. She'd always enjoyed a bit of sounding, and the pressure inside her body increased as the living sperm that was Lois filled her to capacity and beyond.

"Just think," she said aloud, though the reporter was far past hearing her. "What shall I do with you, Lois? There are thirty trillion cells in the human body...and a healthy ejaculation can be a billion sperm. Thirty thousand massive ejaculations..."

Black sparks ran between the demon's horns, and she moaned aloud as the reporter's calves slid past the lips of her urethra. The toes were spasmodically twitching, but Blaze knew the brain was gone, pure reflex action.

"...I wonder...what Superman would say if in, oh, nineteen years or so there were thirty thousand women that looked exactly like Lois Lane in Metropolis. Genetic sisters, all of whom look like his lost love...oh, how that might **** him so..."

Blaze grunted as she shoved the feet down into her quivering tower of cock. Her stomach looked swollen as though pregnant, as her prostate and other organs swelled to accommodate all the Lois-sperm. There would be some mass to shed later...and Blaze was already thinking of how she would accomplish her plan.

"And to think," the demon mused as she idly rubbed her stiff prick, which was tightening as the last bit of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was transformed into cum. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't gone out tonight...if you hadn't made those decisions that you did, and ended up at my mercy. In truth, the moment you entered my club you were fucked..."

The demon laughed, long and loud, cackling at her dark victory and the terrible fate Lois had succumbed to...and as for Lois Lane herself...

Her cells lived, but her body was gone. What was left of her floated, ****, unknowing, a great potentiality of being...as she might have been before she was born. Waiting to be re-embodied.