End: Raven Saves The Day

White smoke billowed forth, filling every corner of the room. A caped and hooded figure stepped forth...a pale young woman, a red diamond on her forehead, her lean form dressed in a dark purple one-piece that gripped her abs and emphasized her breasts, but left her legs bare; a chain of medallions hung about her waist. With imperial authority, the figure threw back her head, the hood falling off to show her jaw-length straight black hair, and the eyes began glow with a strange white aura. Lois Lane recognized her as Raven, the witch that was a member of the Teen Titans—well, just Titans now, they were all on in their twenties...

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinth—"

The crack of a thunderbolt interrupted the chant. Blaze stepped forth in front of the pregnant reporter, who fell onto her hands and knees on the bed, her belly button pressing into the covers. Black lightning crackled up and down the succubus's blood-red arms and sparked from her dark horns. The demonic dickgirl stalked forward, her cock dangling between her legs. Lois, in the middle of giving birth, could only watch as the dark pulsing lines of occult power grew thicker, gathering up for another blast.

Then the scarlet succubus staggered, nearly swept off her feet by a blast of white light.

"Trigon's daughter," Blaze hissed. "I'm going to breed you next."

Black forces and white clashed in a deafening explosion of sound as though the air itself cracked and screamed. Lois winced...and then screamed as she felt the demonspawn swell inside of her, drinking in the splashover of magical energies from the attack. The reporter shook and grabbed at her grossly swollen belly, now bigger than a basketball, and pushed down with all of her might, trying to get these things out of her before they ripped her apart.

Like that, Lucy was at her side, stepping out of the white mist that Raven had summoned. The younger Lane was dressed for the club in athleisure wear, showing off the tight body that came from hours of hard work at the gym. Considering Lois Lane's grotesquely distended stomach, the reporter wasn't glad to be seen like this.

"Hey I'm here let's...oh my god," she stopped and stared at her sister. "W-when? How?"

"Tonight, magic and bad choices, get ready to catch," Lois yelled above the growl of demons and the hiss and zip of magic. She could feel the first one moving into her anal passage, the colon grotesquely stretched...

"Okay!" Lucy said, her eyes locked on the reporter's pussy. "Just breathe! I've got this, anything that comes out of your pussy I'll—oh fuck are you taking a shit!?"

"Nnnnoooo..." Lois Lane hissed. "That's the baby."

"Uh, Lois, I know anatomy and that's...oh fucking hell that is the baby..."

In normal times, the reporter's anus was a bright pink star nestled between her cheeks. After a hard, pounding fuck by a demonic dickgirl, it might be a little inflamed, gaping open maybe an inch, and oozing black jizz. As six pounds of demonspawn made its way through her back passage and was crowning, the asshole was now three inches wide, a bloody crown of black hair like a wet coconut visible moving slowly and forcing it open still further.

The one tight asshole was now a pink ring, so taut that the little red arteries could be clearly seen, and spotted here and there with subdermal bleeding. Lucy Lane held up her hands, not sure what to do as her sister screamed, belly swelling and shifting down. The other demonspawn inside of her were getting bigger as Raven and Blaze's magical clash continued.

Lucy Lane took a deep breath, reaching inside herself for an inner core of strength and stability. Lois Lane's right leg jerked back and kicked her sister in the stomach.

"Don't just stand there do something!" The reporter screamed above the sound of the magical duel.

"All right! Fine! Bitch." The younger Lane reached forward and pressed her hands on either side of her sister's grossly distended asshole. Her nose crinkled at the smell as she pushed the already-overstretched asshole back around the baby's head.

Lois Lane pressed down as hard as she could. It was beyond anything in her experience. Not like going to the bathroom or getting fucked in the ass, and yet there was something of both there. The sensation of something large, living, a huge squirming mass moving through her body, stretching her poor asshole beyond belief. Her body quivered with the sheer effort, and she was **** to squeeze in spurts, her body unable to sustain a single concentrated effort. During one such breather, she looked over at where the two magical entities were still at it...

Raven's cape was gone, her uniform was singed and torn, one pale tit exposed, the nipple a surprisingly bright pink on the young woman who was otherwise so dark of hair and eye. The witch's eyes were glowing, her fingers moving in complicated gestures.

Blaze, still naked, also looked the worse for wear. There were black scorch marks on the blood-red skin, and dark purple bruises around her right eye. The cock, however, was half-erect, dangling between her legs and almost parallel to the ground. The demon's hands moved in similar patterns to Raven's, the one reacting to the other as they circled around each other to look for an opening.

The end came so quickly that Lois almost missed it. Blaze threw both hands forward, black lightning boiling out from her palms and outstretched fingers like water from a firehose. Raven crossed her hands in front of her chest, palms out. A white glow in the shape of a raven burned around her head as the Goth witch violently flung her hands out, dispersing the demonic energy—only for Blaze to lurch forward, a vicious right hook aimed at the young woman's temple.

Raven stepped into the attack, past the demonic dickgirl's guard. Lois saw the slim knee come up and crush the crimson testicles, the cock spurting black jizz inadvertently. Without let up, Raven's left and right hands flew forward in a terrific combination that left Blaze staggering backward, violet blood spurting from her broken nose. The scarlet succubus lost her footing on the rubble on the floor, and fell onto her ass before the bed. The witch stood over her, one hand pointed palm first at the demon as she intoned:

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos!"

There was a burst of light...and then there was nothing left of Blaze except a scorch mark and a dribble of black cum.

The witch shook her hand, the knuckles visibly bruised.

"Have to thank Robin for teaching me that one." Raven said. "How is she doing?"

"First one is almost out!" Lucy Lane said excitedly.

"Okay, I know that this looks like you're pregnant," the witch said, kneeling on the bed. "But these demonspawn are actually extensions of Blaze's essence. So while you might feel some maternal instincts towards them, they're not actually your children...I say that because I know some women might get attached and consider an exorcism a kind of abortion..."

"Get these fucking things out of me before I shove your mouth on my twat!" Lois screamed.

Raven shrugged, held both hands in front of her palms out, and intoned carefully:

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos!"

Just like that, the pressure and pain in the reporter's stomach was gone. She looked down and...sure, there were some ugly stretch marks on her stomach and loose skin, but the actual shifting massed in her intestinal track was gone. Tentatively, Lois Lane flexed her asshole...and winced.

"You're uh...a little prolapsed back there," Lucy said, her hands still pressed on the reporter's gaping but somehow deflated ass. "Should I uh...push this back in?"

"Nothing a little healing magic can't fix," Raven promised. "Soon, you'll be tight as a virgin once again."

"Are you going to say the magic words again?" Lucy asked.

"Yes."

"Can I say it?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Lucy," Lois said. "If you would shut up and let the nice witch heal my ruined asshole, I will buy you both drinks tonight. You're legal to drink, aren't you Raven?"

"I'm twenty-two. Now hold still..."

Magic words were spoken. The broken asshole folded back into itself, like a flower returning to a bud. The slack, stretched skin of the reporter's abdomen tightened, the stretchmarks faded...and in a moment, there was only the naked reporter on the bed, as though she had never carried any demonspawn.

Raven raised an eyebrow in admiration. "So, you like demons?"

Lois retrieved her phone and looked around for her clothes.

"It was...look, I'll tell you about it later."

"My father was a demon," Raven said. Her hands glowed, and her uniform repaired itself. Lois noticed that the little pink nipple had been hard and erect.

_Is that for me? _Lois wondered. Her eyes wandered. The reporter blinked. She found herself staring down at the witch's crotch. Now that she looked for it, the uniform didn't leave much to the imagination...

"Let's get a few drinks first," Lois said. "On me."

Lucy Lane slapped her sister's ass and grinned.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about! Girl's night out."

The reporter smiled as she got dresed. It had been a long night. Things had happened which she would never forget. Maybe by morning, she would do some more things. Right now, though, she was just glad...she was free, and thirsty. Arm in arm, the three women went back up to the club.