End: Service With A Smile

Blaze climbed onto the desk...and as she clambered on top, her human form faded. Dark horns burst from her forehead and rose in a dark arc over her wild hair. The eyes shadowed into dark pits, and then she blinked, and Lois Lane was staring into pure white voids without pupil or iris. A bloody rash spread over her skin, fat melting away so that the dickgirl reporter was left staring at someone leaner, fitter, with the pent-up energy and easy grace of a big cat.

Lois Lane's dick lifted off the desk under its own power as Blaze shed her clothes.

"We pride ourselves on our service," Blaze said, shrugging out of her jacket.

"No customer goes away unsatisfied," she stood up on the desk to tug down her skirt, revealing hose and a garterbelt, but no panties above the hairless pussy, the whole mons being swollen and protuberant.

"I'm very sorry to hear about your complaint. Under the circumstances, I think you should register it formally." Her shirt was off, and Lois saw the bare scarlet breasts, barely bigger than the reporter's own, the stiff nipples a strange pink color like unripe strawberries.

Blaze sat down on the edge of the desk, and Lois took a step back to make room for her...and then the demon reached down and spread her pussy, the insides neon pink, the dark depths literally blinking as though the demon's womb was a red bulb slowly blinking on and off.

"You can use my submission slot, if you like," the demon's lips were curled in a Mona Lisa smile.

Lois Lane licked her lips. The demonbreaker was throbbing in time with the pulsing glow in the depths of Blaze's love tunnel. The dickgirl reporter placed her palms on Blaze's knees, the skin hot at her touch, and spread them wider. The tip of the dick angled down, on its own power, to aim straight as a rod at the crimson cunt in front of her.

"Yes," Lois said as she stared Blaze in the eye, heart pounding in her veins. "I would like."

Okay Lane, Lois told herself. This is it, the big deal. All you have to do is make her cum. You've got a big dick, you're in charge, not a problem, just go slow and...

The demonbreaker had its own ideas.

The cock was now ten inches long and as wide as the reporter's wrist; the swollen head looked like it would have trouble fitting in Blaze's mouth, much less her pussy. Yet as soon as Lois had gently nudged the dick to the entrance of the demon's scarlet slit, it plunged forward, and carried the rest of the reporter with it.

"FUCK!" Blaze roared as ten-inches of demonic dick-meat rammed through her hot gate and buried itself in her belly. The reporter's balls slapped against the red ass, so heavy that they smacked the edge of the desk painfully too.

Lois Lane read those eyes—and realized that the demonic dick had a point. A purple flush was forming across those scarlet cheeks and ears, the little pink nipples were standing instantly stiff, the demon's clitoris had emerged out of its hole, and the cunt gripped the reporter's cock like a dog that didn't want to let go of a tennis ball.

"Been a long time, hasn't it bitch?" The reporter said as she slipped her hands back behind the demon's knees and began to lever the long legs back and up toward Blaze's shoulders.

"I...it's certainly a hard argument," the demon showed her teeth. "I just hope you can last."

The demon's hands gripped the edge of the desk in a pink-knuckle grip as Lois leaned her wait against the demon's hole, grinding the dick deep inside.

"We'll see who cums first," Lois whispered...and the gauntlet thrown down, they began to fuck in earnest.

For once, Lois Lane and her demonic dick were in synch with one another. The reporter's hips pumped, the throbbing dick delved. The sound of the slapping nuts filled the office, but more than that, Lois was leaning into the fuck, on her toes and pumping away with all her straight and weight, pushing the dick down as deep and hard as she could and grinding her crotch into the crimson cunt on each plunge...

...and Blaze was loving it. Her ace was almost glowing, the eyelashes fluttering, tongue lolling out of her mouth. It was the look of a bitch that had gone without for too long, finally getting the hard dicking of her dreams. Yet as the minutes wore on, Lois Lane could feel her muscles start to ache, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, sucking in air like she was sprinting after a long run...and more dangerously, Lois could feel the terrible pressure building inside of her, the aching, **** need to cum, to blast that demonic womb with her jizz, to knock this demonic skank up...yet Lois Lane knew that if she did that, then all was lost. That everything she had done up to this point was utterly pointless, that the women would remain missing and even Lois Lane might lose her soul, enslaved to this tight twat for all eternity...

...and Blaze still had a trick of her own.

The crimson cunt squeezed down like a vise and Lois Lane's thought processes shorted out in a gargle as she almost came right then and there.

"I haven't been fucked like this is in so long!" Blaze was shaking, hot squirt leaking out of her urethra, using her grip on the desk to help meet Lois Lane's thrusts. "Empty those big fucking balls into me! I want to feel a steaming fucking geyser in my pussy! Push that big fucker in deep and leave your mark!"

If Lois had been a guy, she wondered if that would have worked. As it was, she could feel her ballsack tighten, the pressure between her legs a palpable thing, like a throbbing baseball of pure jizz that was about to burst out at any moment...but Lois Lane knew that she could not let that happen. She had to be master of this dick, or it was all for nothing.

Even as the cock fought her, Lois pulled out until only the head was left inside the crimson quim. Her right hand let go of Blaze's knees and she spun the demon over, scattering papers and clothes across the scarlet succubus's desk as the legs pressed hard into the wood, the reporter's left hand coming up to grab the demon's wild mane of black hair. Lois winced as the skin twisted around on the dick, Etrigan's pain clearing her head for just a second—but from this angle, Lois could penetrate deeper, pound harder, and the little clit was grind against the edge of the desk.

It was a sexual sprint as Lois Lane's pistoning prick became a blur of movement. All semblance of human cock was gone now, the reporter saw: the ten-inch Demonbreaker had turned as bright yellow as Etrigan's skin, there were bumps and nodules, catlike spikes that scraped and gripped at the pussy, and Blaze howled like a cat in heat, her pussy squirting in a steady stream all over the flower and Lois Lane's ankles as she let loose in what promised to be the start of the most powerful orgasm the scarlet succubus had in a long time.

In that moment of lost self-control, Etrigan struck—and thunder cracked, so loud that Lois Lane covered her ears and closed her eyes, though she couldn't stop her hips from pump-pump-pumping...and then, finally, as Blaze's scream rose so that Lois could hear it even above the terrible roar...

Lois came.

Like a dam bursting, all the pent-up demonic essence in Lois Lane's body flowed out. Not in a trickle or a stream, but like a firehose. Mere mortal flesh could not contain the **** of that cumsplosion, and Lois Lane screened herself as she felt her entire crotch blasted away by the sheer pressure of her release, all of it channeled up and throw that demonic dick in a stream of pure energy that would have blown straight through mortal cunt and womb, to leave nothing more than a charred skeleton hanging off the crispy remnants of a cock.

Yet when it ended...as all things had to end...and Lois Lane stood rocking on her heels...she looked down between her legs...and saw there only the pussy that had been hers upon her birth.

The office around her was a shambles, the desk crushed against one wall as though some amorous bull elephant had humped it into splinters, and of Blaze there was no sign whatsoever. A kind of odd peace settled on Lois Lane as her heart began to slow, and the aching fatigue in her abs and thighs brought her back to the here and now...and for the last time, a voice sounded in her head.

Well fought, well fucked, well won!

The demon bitch is nailed, the dirty deed is done!

Evil's routed, Blaze is back where she came from!

Now go, the night is young—get your cunt some cum!

"Right," Lois said, shaking her head at the demon's rhymes. "How am I supposed to do that..."

Her phone ringed. Curious, Lois took it out of her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Lois? It's Clark. Look I know it's late tonight, but I was wondering if you wanted to...get something to eat? We haven't really had a chance to catch up in a while and I..."

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter licked her lips. She thought of the broad shoulders, those deep blue eyes, the bulge in his trousers. Lois could almost see the shape of it in her mind's eye. Clark Kent would require the extra-large condoms.

"Why don't you pick up some Chinese food and meet me at my place in...oh, hour and a half?" Lois said. "We can Netflix and chill."

"Sure Lois," he said, a puppy eagerness in his voice. "It's a date."

Lois looked around at this mess. That gave her about an hour to sort out the missing women, get what she needed for her story, and then high-tail it back to her place so that she could jump Clark Kent's bones.

"I think," she said as she re-adjusted her makeshift toga. "That after tonight's night out, what I need is a night in."

So it was.