End: Sacrifice Lois Lane To The Nameless Gods

In a burst of brimstone-scented smoke and a clap of thunder, the demon and the reporter left Diana where she was, and reappeared back in that small room beneath the club, before the mirror.

Only now, they were not alone. Women, naked except for robes that were open at the front, huddled around on both sides of that tall glass pane. They held black candles in their hands, the hot wax dripping over their fingers.

"I may not yet have found my counterpart in this universe," Blaze said to the naked reporter. "But by sacrificing your doubled soul to the dark powers that dwell between the worlds, I can gain the power to make this portal permanent."

At those words, Lois thought about thrash...but the scarlet succubus held the naked reporter like she was little more than a toddler. Her dual lives had given her more experience at getting out of tight scrapes than that. So she played as if she was asleep, eyes closed, breath shallow, body limp in the demon's arms. Better to get an idea of what Blaze had planned...and wait for her chance.

"Mistress," one of the robed cultists said. "We've got your money. Jenny has a yeast infection and couldn't fuck..."

"Jenny always has a yeast infection," the demon growled. "She just lives to suck dick. I swear, if she was a fish she'd be one of those little ones that swim up a man's piss-stream and just swim around sucking in cum through her gills."

The cultist had no answer to that, but asked: "Where's Diana?"

"Tied up in a hotel room, with a phone shoved up her cunt," the demon replied. "Change of plans, girls! We're doing a ritual tonight..."

The collected women groaned.

"...and after that, lesbian orgy!"

The cultists broke into a cheer.

"Now, I need a couple volunteers...here's what we have to do."

Lois listened keenly as Blaze outlined the ritual. Apparently, she could only be killed at the height of sexual ecstasy—and only while Blaze was on her side of the mirror. So a few women would lick Lois Lane's cunt in this universe, and Blaze would hold her down in the other universe, ready to rip her heart out at the moment of climax.

Which plan didn't seem to leave Lois many opportunities...but a multiversal woman always has some alternatives...

The demon backed through the seemingly-solid plane of the mirrored glass. Lois let her eyelids lift, just enough to see what was going on. Oddly, she couldn't feel the mirror at all. It was as if the frame of the mirror was simply open to the air...nothing at all like last time...although Lois realized that things were not identical on both sides of the mirror. The air was a few degrees warmer on the side where Blaze was. The reporter lay across the threshold, body limp, trying to decide on a plan.

"Hear me, oh many-angled ones," Blaze chanted. "Yog-Sothoth, who is the gate and the key to the gate, look with favor on this sacrifice that I offer unto you..."

Lois Lane felt soft, warm hands spread her legs. Hot breath blew against her cunt lips, raising an involuntary shudder in her lower half, and a wide, wet tongue slid up her slit from asshole to clit. Privately, Lois hoped it wasn't Jenny. The reporter chanced opening one eye a fraction...and caught sight of a pair of red thighs arching over her, the darker line of Blaze's hairless cunt directly overhead, the demon facing the mirror. That gave Lois an idea.

'Tis better to give than to receive, the reporter told herself—and in one smooth motion, locked her legs around the head of the woman eating out her pussy, and sat straight up, burying her face in the demonic cunt above her.

Even for a being of supernatural power and superhuman strength, the genitals are among the most sensitive of regions. So surprised was Blaze by the sudden and unexpected impact, and the skillful tongue that suddenly invaded her most unholy of holies, that the demon actually fell forward, only catching herself at the last moment from falling back into the other universe by grabbing the mirror frame.

"Lane, you impudent cunt, I'm going to...oh fuck, right there..."

The Lois Lane of Blaze's universe had never licked a pussy before that night, but the Lois Lane from the other universe had much more experience. The reporter felt unexpected muscle memories come into play, her brain dizzyingly identifying the unique cunt characteristics of Blaze's infernal twat, ready to apply just the right techniques to make the succubus squirt."

Her mouth moved forward to nibble gently on the demon's unnaturally long clitoris, even as her hips rolled back and forth, guiding the tongue inside her own pussy to go deeper. The reporter's hands roamed over that crimson ass, scientifically massaging those cheeks, fingers groping closer to the demon's asshole.

"No! By Cthulhu, don't daaaaargh!"

Blaze's defiant words turned into a whore's moan of sheer wanton pleasure as the fingers, which had dipped down to wet themselves in the succubus' honeypot, now pried at her asshole—which opened eagerly and easily, like a flower bud blossoming in the hope that a passing bee would drink its nectar and leave behind a healthy dose of pollen.

Sound did not translate through the mirror barrier between worlds, so Lois Lane could only imagine what the women on the other side were seeing—their demonic leader clutching the frame of the portal, making obscene faces, mouthing words and cries they couldn't hear, writhing in pleasure as the reporter began to plunge two fingers in and out of that tight, hot passage, while her tongue licked and slicked and slurped...

The cultists were doing their part for the ritual as well. Lois could feel the tongue licking her pussy grow tired and weak, and two women pulled the reporter's legs apart so that a fresh mouth could dive into the reporter's muff. The reporter could feel the heat rising inside of her...both Lois Lane's liked having their pussies licked, and the reporter felt twice as sensitive as normal. She could feel the climax building inside of her, even as it was building inside of Blaze above. Two competing libidos, the unseen powers watching and waiting, eager for release.

Two fingers deep inside the demon's anus, Lois teased the rim of the succubus' ass with her thumb. Her mouth latched onto that overlong clit and sucked it like a little cock, hard enough to bring a human woman past the point of pain, but for a demon...

A small earthquake hit Metropolis that night, barely a 1 on the Richter scale, and yet it was centered on Blaze's thighs. Hot fuck-juice sprayed on the reporter's face and chest. Although Lois couldn't see it, she imagined the pure white eyes rolling up toward her dark horns, the lips calling out to nameless gods...and somewhere, in the space between worlds, they answered.

The mirror cracked, broke, and burst into a million shards that seemed to rotate out of existence. The shock as half of her was ripped away caused Lois to fall back, away from that climaxing pussy and ass. Her head hit the concrete hard, and for a moment she knew no more.

Sometime later, when Lois groggily opened her eyes, she found herself lying in an empty mirror-frame...all of her, with no mark of injury...and around her were four women, in various states of dress and undress, their clothing and other objects scattered near them. One, Diana Reynolds, still had a phone buzzing away in her pussy. The reporter's clothes that she had brought with her were nearby on the floor.

Lois sat up as the naked women began to stir. She caught a glimpse of a hairy pussy...and felt, suddenly and completely, a sense of loss like she had never known. Those other memories, of nights spent making love with other women, of a rough tongue running over a silky slit, were gone. She could feel where they were, like the hole left by a missing tooth, but the details...

The reporter shook her head. She hoped that Other Lois had made it back to her own world. That she would remember their time together fondly, as Lois would. Idly, the reporter licked the pussy juice off of her lips.

"Alright ladies," Lois said as she used the frame of the mirror to stand up. "I need interviews. Then the tequila's on me."

There were a chorus of groans, some approving, some simply tired. The night was not yet over...Blaze was still out there, in both universes...and, Lois thought, as she wiped her chin, she herself hadn't cum yet.

A familiar smile curled on her lips as she surveyed the half-naked whores around her. Maybe Other Lois wasn't the only one who liked to play on both teams...

But that is another story.