End: One Heavenly Facefucking

Not for the first time in her life, Lois Lane wondered at how strangely the universe worked. If anyone had told her that she would end her night out naked, her hands tied to her ankles behind her base so that she was on her knees and utterly powerless, mouth open as if she was in the dentist's chair as a literal Angel pulled a chalk-white cock out of their divine loincloth, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter would not have believed them.

Yet, here she was.

"This is penance, Lois Lane, for your sins," Zauriel said. "As such, I will need to be...rough. You will want to wrap your lips around your teeth, to keep them from chipping against my imperishable flesh, and do your best to relax."

The pale prick was reassuringly human in shape and size...Lois put it at about six inches. She had deepthroated larger sex toys than that. The only thing that put her off were the little bumps that covered it. The reporter had seen some men who had inserted small implants under the skin for additional stimulation, but she had never dealt with anyone with such modifications in real life...

...and then one of the bumps peeled open, and a pale golden eye stared up at her, glowing from within with a burning light.

"Aaagh!?" Lois managed, her jaw dropping in shock as eye after eye opened, the golden light filling the room, making it impossible for Lois to look at the cock directly.

"Close your eyes; mortal sight was not meant to view the ineffable," Zauriel said. Lois felt his thumbs thrust into the corners of her mouth, gently pushing against her back teeth and jaw to lever her mouth open wider. "Pray to the almighty for forgiveness of your sins and surcease from your demonic corruption, and if they will it you will be blessed with the sacrament to cleanse your spiritual taint."

"Aach," Lois gargled, saliva filling her mouth...and then something slid into her gaping orifice, hard glassy bumps pressing against her tongue. It was like sticking an active light bulb into your mouth. The golden beams seemed to sear through the reporter's flesh, even though her eyes were closed, and a terrible heat filled her whole head. The very flavor of her spit shifted as if suddenly transmuted, and Lois instinctively swallowed the now sanctified saliva, that burned its way down her esophagus.

Then the angel's hands clamped tight against her ears, and he proceeded to fuck Lois Lane's face.

Lois Lane squeezed her eyes tight, but the golden light seemed to invade her brain. There was a rushing and roaring in her ears that was like Bach scoring a blowbang. A terrible pressure as Zauriel's fingers seemed to dig into her skull. An incessant pounding as his prick slammed into the back of her throat. The reporter couldn't even bring herself to move, jaw hanging slack as that many-eyed monstrosity of divine grace **** its glowing golden radiance down her throat, the holy hand grenades pumping against her chin with each stroke.

He could have crushed her skull like an egg. She could feel his palms vibrate faster and faster as his thrusts sped up, the impact of his testes threatening to crack her jaw. All Lois could see was that golden light, all she could hear was the angelic chorus of his sanctified spit sloshing sloppily in her mouth-pussy...and then, dimly, she made out that he was saying something in a language she couldn't understand. A hymn, a prayer, a description of Heaven as it Samuel Coleridge might have described it...and then he blessed her.

Divine radiance filled Lois Lane's mouth. The white light of creation oozed down her throat as thick as yoghurt, and the reporter shook as it permeated every cell in her body. The Satanic taint of the demon Blaze fled from every available orifice. Lois tried to scream as black sludge swiftly evacuated pussy and ass, ran out of her nostrils in sticky lines, wept from her shaking eyes, pissed forth in an arc that dissolved before the light and majesty that radiated from the angel's form.

Zauriel sighed the eyes on his divine instrument closed. Smoke billowed from the reporter's eyes, mouth, and body, the corruption of the succubus burnt to ash...but as he wiped the ash from her eyes, she opened them and looked up at him with the perfect and innocent love of one whose soul has been redeemed.

"Your sins are forgiven, your body has been cleansed of this evil. I go now, to subdue the demon and free her victims from like bondage. Think well of this time in the future, and put your faith and trust in the Almighty, by whose power you have been saved."

The angel left her there...and Lois Lane wobbled in place for a moment before collapsing forward, still tied up. Her soul had been seared with holy fire, and one does not recover from that immediately. Dimly did her mind dwell on the vision that she had been granted...and the naked, bound reporter felt the fragile insignificance of herself against that greater power of whom Zauriel was only the messenger.