End: Nope, The Whoremonger Is Fucked!

The devil's eyes opened. They were pure white, with no pupil or iris, yet somehow Lois knew that they were looking on her. A little smile graced the crimson features.

"I was wondering where you'd gone off to, Lois."

"I'm not Lois Lane anymore!" The former reporter said, squeezing her super-pussy, the new muscles constricting and stroking the fat crimson cock inside of her. "I am the Whoremonger! And you are my ****!"

Blaze raised one eyebrow, her smile not budging a millimeter.

"Whoremonger. I can definitely tell you've had some improvements. What are the origins of your powers?"

The Whoremonger furrowed her brow, confused. Her pussy powers had worked before. She planted her palms against the demon's hard, sculpted abs and pushed herself up, just an inch or so. Blaze's smiled widened a little as she felt the pussy sucking at her.

"I...I was exposed to mutagenic cum..." Lois said.

"Yes, that would do it." Blaze said. "Little bit of spillover is normal. Who do you think mutated the cock and balls that cum came from in the first place?"

Lois Lane had a sinking feeling in her stomach as the demon's hands grabbed her hips and shoved her back down on the demon's dick.

"Rule number one of empowering minions: never make any powers that can affect you." Blaze said.

The Whoremonger wiggled her hips. "So you're...not my ****?"

"Nope," Blaze said, driving her dick up so far that in a normal cunt she would have torn through the back of the reporter's pussy and speared her heart. Lois Lane's super-cunt, however, simply swallowed it and sent such a rush of pleasure to the reporter's brain that Lois momentarily lost all strength in her legs.

"However, I could use a...lieutenant." the demon said. She rolled her hips, the reporter astride her cock, unable to do anything but take it as the cock plunged up and down, in and out of her supercunt.

"Is...is there dental?" The former reporter asked.

"Full health insurance," Blaze said. "And a robust maternity leave policy."

"Oh," Lois said, blushing suddenly. "I'll uh...have to think about it..."

The world swam as Blaze rolled over on the bed, now on top of Lois. Lois felt the smooth silk sheets behind her back.

"Certainly," the demon said. "I won't insist on an answer until after we finish your physical."

On her back, legs wrapped around the demon and ankles crossed above Blaze's ass, the Whoremonger found it decidedly hard to think. It was like most of her brainpower was being coopted to handle the new features of her pussy. Small tongues emerged from the nooks and crannies of her pussy to lick and taste the shaft, to keep it lubed, to inject small doses of toxins that kept the towering scarlet shaft hard and promoted the production of sperm in those big, bitchbreeder balls that were busy slapping against Lois Lane's ass.

Only Blaze's superhuman strength enable her to pull her cock out against the inhuman suction of Lois Lane's pussy, and Lois felt the ****, overwhelming need as her body began adjusting the chemical consistency of her fluids to maximize the survivability of Blaze's sperm. Ovaries pushed forth eggs and positioned them, the cervix deep inside opened and began to maximize fluid flow. Her whole body was wanting and trying to get pregnant, and what little was left of Lois Lane wasn't sure she wanted to fight against these new instincts.

Because every thrust of that titanic cock was like a spear of pleasure stabbed into her brain, erasing conscious thought. Her hips and legs spasmed with pleasure, her ab muscles fluttered, her nipples were hard and she swore they were already trying to lactate, not even wanting to wait for the official call to arms before they got started. All thought of Superman, the Daily Planet, and her old life was falling away as the Whoremonger's augmented cunt took control of her...and Lois Lane felt like a sloppy slut in how she was moaning and gagging for the dick plunging into her, so much better than that immense horsecock from earlier. It was like she had been made for this.

Through the haze, Lois managed to ask: "How...how much do I get paid?"

"As much cum as you can take," Blaze growled, the scarlet succubus clearly already at her limit.

"I'll do it!" Lois Lane said. A surge of villainous laughter ripped through her frame as she grabbed Blaze's back and crushed herself against the scarlet dickgirl's body.

Biological floodgates opened. Black spunk boiled out of Blaze's cock like a Texas gusher, and the reporter's cervix opened wide to accept the hot, steaming load of demonic sperm.

Across the globe, mystics suddenly received premonitions of a new evil that had arisen. Sensitive dreamers shuddered in sudden erotic nightmares. Crystal balls and magic mirrors depicted shadows and fire, and a black seeping stain that obscured the future. In the days and weeks to come, ancient books of prophecy would be consulted, and the stars would take on an evil alignment. Cosmic portents all, pointing to one, inescapable conclusion: the birth of a new and terrifying evil.

Blaze collapsed on top of Lois, her cock still plugging the Whoremonger's pussy, preventing so much as a drop of her infernal seed from spilling out. Lois Lane sighed with a sense of fulfillment that no woman had known for over two thousand years.

There were, the Whoremonger reflected, worse things in the world than to serve under a villain...