End: Plastic Wrap Cannot Hold Angelica Blaze's Cock

"Ohhh...this might not have been a great idea..." Lois said.

They had moved to the bedroom. The reporter was on her knees, facing away from the dickgirl. The plastic-wrapped cock rubbed against her slit, down below. Lois wiggled her ass. The crinkly plastic felt weird against her puss...but she was turned on now, and having come this far, she didn't want to back out now.

"Here we go..." Blaze whispered.

The plastic-wrapped tip pressed against the reporter's netherlips...and Lois grimaced as the edges and wrinkles of the plastic wrap slid against her inner walls as the head sought and found the entrance to her vagina. It wasn't like a condom at all...the plastic was thinner, more flexible, not as tight...and as the cock pushed deeper inside of her, Lois could feel all those little imperfects scrape against her pussy. It felt strange...a little uncomfortable...and it didn't help that Angelica was so big.

"God, how much more is there?" Lois said as her fists gathered the bedsheet into her palms. "You feel like you're stretching me out..."

"Just a bit," Angelica Blaze said. "I'm trying not to hurt you."

Frustrated, the reporter pushed back...and yelped in surprise as her ass crashed into the dickgirl's hard abs.

"There," Lois said in relief. "It's in. Now..."

The reporter's voice trailed off. That note she had written herself came back to her...and then all the other memories the ones that Blaze had blocked. Lois Lane's eyes went wide as she realized she'd lost the bet...and the demon's hands clamped around her waist to keep Lois from pulling away.

Lois looked over her shoulder...and shuddered as she saw Angelica Blaze, mild-mannered dickgirl, shed her human form. The crimson beauty was taller, more regal, but infinitely less human...the leathery red skin was too tight on the spare frame, the dark horns jutted out from her broad forehead like a crown, the pink nipples were so hard and narrow on the small, round red breasts they looked like spikes on some dominatrix' bustier...and that damnable Mona Lisa smile played on the too-wide mouth. Smug, insolent, and knowing. The white eyes flashed like dim fires in pits of darkness.

"One last thing," Blaze said. Lois grunted. Even though the demonic dickgirl held her tight against her, she could feel the cock move inside of her as though still more of it was being pushed in...but no, Lois could feel the pressure build as the cock grew inside of her, pressed against her walls, the tip of the dick stretching ever deeper inside of her...and with a silent burst, the crimson cock split through the plastic wrap that had sheathed it. Lois Lane's too-little, too-late attempt to protect herself.

"Much better," the demon said. She reached down and one finger dug in around her cock to pull the wet plastic wrap out of the reporter's pussy. Lois grunted as the claw-like nail scraped the inside of her pussy.

"Can't believe I fell for that," Lois said, as her cheeks burned with shame.

"But you did Lois, you did...invited me in...and even **** the last inch inside of you," Blaze drew her hips back, and Lois shook as the thicker cock pulled out slowly. It was like giving birth to a stovepipe beer can. "Now you see, your cunt was always destined to be mine. It was inevitable. For all your intelligence, your will...you're a secret slut, Lois. You always have been."

"Fuck you!" Lois growled, and tried to pull forward...but her body froze as Blaze's cock swelled within her. The reporter gasped in pain as something the size of a walnut stretched to the size of a softball...a spherical mass of flesh, too big to pull out of her pussy...and Angelica Blaze laughed.

"Yes, Lois...you will fuck me. And I shall enjoy having you, over and over, in every way that I can imagine. Perhaps we will even play this little game again...but for now, I think I'm just going to show you exactly what you've been missing."

The swollen head pushed forward. Lois Lane cried out. It was liking giving birth, only in reverse...and the cruel demon, who had gone to such troubles to seduce the reporter, laughed as she resolved to take her time defiling her. It had been a long, strange night for them both...and the reporter's screams rose in pitch as her pussy was **** open further than it ever had been, as the inhumanly long and thick cock the demon had given herself **** itself into virgin territory within Lois.

It was not the pain that was so heady to the scarlet succubus. It was the mixture of shame, guilt, and self-loathing, the emotions that swirled around Lois like a crowd. The demon drank them like a connoisseur enjoyed a rare brandy. The self-recrimination, the sense of having betrayed her own principles...and yes, that bitter flavor of secretly enjoying it as the demon slowly and methodically destroyed her cunt, and hating herself for it.

The demon smiled wide and slapped the reporter's ass with both hands as she established a rhythm. She had such plans for Lois Lane...and in other worlds, the demon knew, her gambit might have failed. Lois Lane might have escaped her clutches. Never to be a thrall to the demon's cock, never to bear her child. There were alternate timelines where Lois had succeeded on her stated mission at the beginning of the night...but not here, not now. The demon's laughter mocked her as Lois began to sweat and grunt, her body betraying her as it adapted to the thick cock that churned her cunt so painfully. Preparing itself for the babymaking that was to come. Lois Lane grunted like an animal, wallowed in self-anger...and Blaze's laughter drove her near the edge of madness as Lois realized her night out would last forever and ever...