End: Right Foot Red

Lois Lane couldn't see the demon's face as Ella Lane called out the anatomically impossible position. She could only see the demon's bare right foot rise...then grimace as she felt the cock push deeper inside of her, the head grinding painfully against her cervix as the demon raised her leg, trying to twist it around while her hands remained on yellow and green...

Maybe she might have made it. If she hadn't fucked Lois Lane. As it was, black streams of cum had run down the reporter's legs...onto the slick plastic playmat...and just as the scarlet succubus was attempting to athletically attempt to rearrange herself, her palm shifted in its circle into a puddle of slippery jizz...and physics, that ultimate arbiter of all things, caused the hand to slide.

Blaze wobbled scrambled, and then with a crash she collapsed. Unhurt, except for her pride.

"Lois wins," Ella Lane announced, a bit of triumph in her voice.

From the ground the demon huffed. "Best two out of three?"

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter stretched and raised herself back up to a standing position. She looked at the dark black goo that was still leaking out of her pussy, as though a whole can of motor oil had been upended in her tight cunny, leaving nasty smears down her legs. How much had Blaze cum in her?

"I don't think so," Lois said. "You lost. Let mom go."

The demonic dickgirl sighed. "Very well. Ella Lane, you are free to go to whatever heaven will take a slut like you."

The old woman smiled. She turned to Lois to say something...and just like that, the old woman faded and vanished.

Leaving the naked demon and naked reporter alone in the bedroom.

"So..." Lois said. "I came looking for these women who had gone missing..."

"They're working at the bar," the demon said as she scrambled to her feet. The demon had an irritated air, not looking the reporter in the eye. With a snap of her fingers, both of them were dressed—and Blaze was human, or at least as human as she could be. Her skin was a pale olive, her eyes were dark and wide, no horns on her wide brow...although now that Lois knew where to look for them, she could see where the horns still pressed that dark, wild mane of black hair.

Lois looked down at herself. She was back in her club wear, the tight red pants and heels, white t-shirt and jacket...a quick check showed she even had her bra and thong back on. Yet it was also clear that she had a pussy full of demonic spunk; her crotch squelched silently and unpleasantly as she moved.

"I need a drink," Blaze announced, apropos of nothing. "I'll introduce you to them."

The reporter frowned. "That's...suspiciously kind of you, given that you just lost."

The demonic dickgirl shrugged. "You lose some, you win some."

Something about the way she said that didn't sit right with Lois...but she followed the demon back into the bar, which was as hot as ever, many of the women topless, and sweaty. A table was cleared for them as they approached, and familiar-looking waitresses arrived with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Blaze even held the seat for Lois before she sat down.

"Mara," the demon said to one of the waitresses. "Be a dear and turn on the air conditioning for our guest, would you? It's a cold night in hell."

The champagne was popped. Lois sighed with relief as cooler air began to blow. The demon carefully filled her own glass, but left Lois Lane's empty. The reporter wondered if this was a deliberate snub, or if she was supposed to pour her own.

No way to find out except to find out, she thought as she reached for the bottle Blaze was holding.

The demon would not let go.

"Oh no, dear Lois. No bubbly for you. In fact, you might want to watch your **** consumption...for the next nine months or so."

The implications of Blaze's words sank in immediately. Lois felt as if a pit had opened in her stomach.

"Win some, lose some," the demon said as she sipped her champagne, the olive skin flushing slightly. "You won your mother's soul...and I won an heir."

The demon's laughter would haunt Lois Lane long after her night out had ended.