End: Reincarnation

"I was looking for someone like you," Blaze said, a wistful melancholy in her voice. "Someone strong, but not cruel. Someone capable of...love."

Lois Lane pushed herself up. She could still feel the demon's jism leaking out of her sore cunt. Yet the red-skinned dickgirl looked suddenly tired, thinner than before, but...no, she was thinner, somehow. The skin hung looser on the bones, which stood out more sharply, some of the muscle tone in those arms and legs was gone. There were purple bags under the pure white eyes, and unfamiliar lines on that face.

"What..." the reporter paused. "What is happening to you?"

"I was born in hell, Lois," the demon said. "We aren't made for this world. My father was human, but I'm still half-demon. This world, with all its life and light, rejects us. Only those born here can stay forever..."

Blaze slid a hand over onto the reporter's stomach. The skin of her palm was cooler than it had been, and was growing colder.

"All the other times I've come up here, to work my will, I was drawn back...back to Hell. Oh, I was a terrible villain, Lois. You have no idea of what depravities I partook of...and every time, I would either be banished or lose my hold, and I would fall. Back down through the shadows beneath the world. To a place of anguish and pain, born in a prison and to a prison doomed to return...I was damned Lois, from birth," the demon's hand rose to stroke the reporter's face. "But not this time."

"You." Lois put the pieces together. "You want me to give birth to you?"

The demon's horns had an odd brittle look to them now. Her skin was now the color of old blood, blackening and drying out, little scales building up at the joints as she moved. Even Blaze's breath seemed labored.

"Yes. Reincarnation. Not my memories, but my spirit, my power...all that was Blaze..." the succubus smiled, the teeth suddenly looking grey, the black gums receding. "...you will be a great mother, Lois. I know it. There is such love in your heart. That's what all the others..."

A cough wracked Blaze's body. She looked shrunken, smaller, dried out. The breasts had deflated, sitting against her ribcage like empty sacks; the prick between her thighs was little more than a strip of dried-out leather the color of an elephant's trunk. More of her was shedding, little pieces of black skin falling off, and what it revealed was little more than an empty shell.

"I don't...I don't know if I..." Lois bit back the words. No matter who or what was growing in her womb, she knew that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to abort or abandon it. As much as she supported a woman's right to choose, her own choice was already made.

Blaze gave her a smile. Closed her eyes...and the pits caved in, the dark horns fracturing and crumbling like old charcoal in a fire.

"I know you will." The succubus whispered. "Which is why I have...one...final gift...for you..."

A black bolt of electricity sizzled from the desiccated dick, striking Lois in the crotch. So sudden and violent was the eruption that Lois could do nothing as her whole body seized, caught in the flow of current. Before her eyes, the demon's form quickly crumbled into greying powder...but the reporter's focus was on her own body.

Her clit was hard. Swollen. Throbbing. Growing.

Lois stared at the tiny nub of erect flesh—except it wasn't quite as tiny anymore. It was pushing out of its head, as slowly as a flower opens. The pregnant reporter could feel the blood rush to her crotch as it began to feel tight, things shifting inside of her, the mons filling out. Already, her clit stood out of its hood, as thick and hard as her thumb.

Nor did it stop there. A little dimple formed at the top, a kind of crease. The whole thing was growing, and taking on the appearance of...yes, of a cock. Her own cock, stiff and hard, rising out above her pussy, and two unfamiliar things throbbed beneath the skin of her crotch, and when her cock reached six inches long, the purple glans fully formed, hard and shiny...the black bolt of power from Blaze ceased, and Lois gasped as, all muscles relaxed, something hot traveled the length of her prick and shot out, a white sticky liquid load that felt like nothing she had ever experienced before...

...and Lois Lane lay down, as an unseen wind blew through the room, and carried away all that remained of the demon Blaze that was not currently, busily growing in the reporter's womb.

The cock, slowly died down and shrank as it softened. Lois wondered how she would explain that to the gynecologist. Her hand went to her stomach, thinking about the life inside of her. She wondered if what Blaze had said was true, if the demon really would be reborn with no memory of her old self.

The night is old and full of secrets. Lois Lane did not lay there long. There was work to be done. Women to interview, medical appointments to set up. Her night out was over. No more bars and clubs, no more **** or second-hand smoke. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter felt her stomach rumble, and searched around for her clothes. She was eating for two now, after all.

"Names," the reporter said. "Luci Lane has a ring to it, doesn't it?"