End: Satanus Threatens To Show Superman What A Slut Lois Lane Has Become

"I wonder," Satanus said, his eyes glimmering like sparks in the depths of a cave. "What Superman would say, if he could see you now?"

The reporter, pussy squelching as Blaze thrust her crimson cock in and out of her, felt a sudden pressure in her chest, as if an invisible hand squeezed her heart. In a mere moment, the entire tone of her being changed. Lois found herself dappled with cold sweat, and a pit seemed to open in her stomach. Her legs trembled and her pussy squeezed tight around the demonic dick that continued to plunder her cunny.

Satanus raised his hands and outlined a rough circle in the air. A circle that seemed to hang there, as if cut out of the world. To shimmer and turn misty, then silvery...and then it became a perfect mirror, in which Lois could see herself.

She could see the fat phallus that spread her once prim and tight twat. Black cum oozed out of her slit, churned into a grey froth as Blaze's balls heaved up and down in an endless **** on the reporter's cunt. Small marks of their animalistic fucking bedecked her body...bruises around her nipples, little love bites, the odd scratch from Blaze's claws...and there, behind her, clear as day, was the horned figure of the scarlet succubus herself, eyes glowing inhumanly, the wolfish face twisted in a glower as she stared at her brother.

"With a thought, I can turn this mirror into a window," Satanus said. "And he will see you as you are—one of the whores of Hell. Addicted to demon cum. Not a victim of violent ****, but a willing supplicant to a demon. You, Lois Lane, so prim and proper, so honest and pure—have achieved what many witches and warlocks have gladly sacrificed their entire souls for! All because you couldn't keep your legs closed, or your mouth off my sister's dick."

"Do not listen to him," Blaze hissed. "He seeks to confuse you. All he wants is your cunt!"

"And what else do you wish, sister?" Satanus snarled back at her. "Tell me this mortal is different! Tell me you did not trap her, simply because you could—or because it was some petty **** against the Kryptonian!"

The pace of their fucking slowed. Lois Lane no longer moved her body up and down, and Blaze's rhythm faltered. In the mirror, Lois studied the face carefully. Yet the scarlet succubus' visage was a mask, a perfect poker face, giving nothing away.

"My business with her is my own," Blaze said, slowly, as she let Lois come to rest fully on her cock. The bulge of the demon's dick showed in the reporter's abdomen, and Lois squirmed uncomfortably. She saw the great balls rise and lift, and felt the demonic dong throb inside of her. Lois knew, perhaps without knowing how she knew, that Blaze was close—and a shiver of fear and need swept through the reporter as she thought of what might happen if Blaze came into her unprotected pussy.

Is that really what I want? Lois thought, and bit her lip. Is any of this what I want? Do I even have a choice?

Satanus smiled, as if he could read the reporter's thoughts.

"Of course, you have a choice. What has been done cannot be undone. But your secret need not leave this room. Let me join my sister, and no one ever need know of your little...dalliance." Satanus said.

Blaze was silent for a moment. Her hands hung in the air, maintaining whatever ward or barrier she erected. Yet after a long pause in which Lois could feel the demon's heart beat with every twitch of her cock, she whispered.

"He lies. Once you are in his power, he will hold it against you always. He will **** you to betray yourself a thousand times, until you have broken every law and principle you thought you held dear. It is the way of our kind," Blaze said the last words bitterly. "But if you deny him—I will do that which I am most loathe to do. I will release you and the women you came searching for. So neither of us will have any hold on you."

Lois stared into Satanus' mirror. It might have been her imagination, but in that impassive face she thought, for just a fraction of a moment, she saw something. A twitch, a sign, the faintest ghost of an expression.

The reporter is curious. So she asked a question.

"Why?"

The demon fucking her answered.

"Spite."

Lois Lane stared at the mirror as Blaze said it. She saw that flicker, just the tiniest shift in the brightness of those eyes, the corona of black lightning around the horns like a halo—and she knew, with the dead certainty of a veteran interviewer, that Blaze had just lied to her.

The rest was simple.

Lois Lane raised both hands before her and gave Satanus the finger.

"Go home and wank, jerk-off!" She said. "I've got a real cock to fuck! Gonna pack my womb with demon spunk and none of it will be yours! I don't care if you show Superman or the whole world. I AM LOIS LANE AND I'M BLAZE'S GOD-DAMNED WHORE AND PERSONAL CUMDUMPSTER!"

The reporter shouted the last sentence at the top of her lungs, and such was the **** of her furious determination in that moment that even Satanus took half a step back. The mirror in the air flickered—for a moment, Lois saw Superman as though staring her in the face, those blue eyes widened in surprise—and then it was gone.

Without a word, he left. There was a crack of thunder, and black lightning seemed to shoot up from the carpet...and like that, the scarlet figure with the helmet was gone. Leaving only Lois Lane, still impaled on Blaze's dick.

They stayed like that for a moment. And then Lois Lane sighed. She reached down and massaged the swollen tested, the skin as taut as ripe tomatoes.

"I'm going to trust you to actually let the women go," Lois said.

"It is done," Blaze said, and slowly lowered her arms. They came to rest on Lois Lane's knees. The demon's lips kissed the reporter's neck. "Do I still get to fill your womb with my dark seed?"

"You might as well," Lois said, as she began to rock back and forth. Now that she was used to it, being fully impaled on Blaze's big dick wasn't that bad. Something she could get used to, in fact. "But we are going to have a long talk when this is over. Get ready for the interview of a lifetime!"

"About what?" Blaze said, as her nails gently scratched the reporter's thighs.

"About why you were really going to let me go," Lois Lane said...and that was when she felt it, deep inside of her. Like the first gush of Texas tea from a new well. The hot burst that seemed to fill her up instantly beyond capacity. That triggered the climax she had been approaching, ever since she had impaled herself on Blaze's prick...and as her cervix spasmed and swallowed gulp after gulp of the Satanic speed that Blaze spilled into her, Lois Lane was sure of one thing:

One way or another, she was going to get a hell of a story from her night out.