End: Sleez is the Son of Blaze

Lois Lane was still wondering those questions when something fell on her head. It was warm but firm, boneless like the body of a boa constrictor, and the top half of it fell across her forehead to dangle before her eyes. A barnyard smell filled the reporter's head, and something warm and spherical pressed up against the back of her neck.

"Tyrell," a voice so deep and quietly powerful that it made the bones in Lois' chest vibrate. "Get yo' tiny dick out of this ho's mouth."

"S-sure, Sleez. You the boss. Just gettin' her warmed up for ya..."

Sleez! Lois coughed and sputtered as the dick pulled out of her. She remained on her knees, head fuzzy, breasts itching and aching as they seemed to slowly swell with every breath. For a moment, Lois thought about escape...

...but then small, feminine hands clutched onto her shoulders, and pressed down with inhuman strength. Forcing Lois to stay on her knees as a hulking figure took Tyrell's place, the massive cock on her head mussing her hair as it wisted around, those great hairless balls stuffed in her face for a moment until he sat, and the cock slipped down to her shoulder.

He was the largest human being that Lois Lane had ever seen. He had to be over eight feet tall, and nearly five feet wide at the shoulder. Massively muscled arms and legs barely constrained by a custom-tailored suit. His great jaw was massive, the nose flared as he seemed to drink in her scent, black hair in tight cornrows close against his skull....but his skin was so dark it was almost grey, no chocolate or brown tone at all, and his eyes were pure white, without pupil or iris.

"Mother. Let her go. Lois has a choice to make," Sleez said, the bones in the reporter's skull rumbling in resonance.

A slim figure slid into the seat next to him...and once again Lois was shocked. She was smaller, more human in stature, thin and lithe as a greyhound, her small breasts barely hidden by a band of orange cloth that ran down and merged into a long loincloth. Her skin was as red as fresh blood on parchment, dark horns curled up from a wide brow, her oily black hair was loose and wild, and in any of a thousand subtle ways it was clear to Lois that this being was not human...and only her eyes, those pure white eyes, marked out her similarity with her son.

The reporter recognized her, from her files on Superman's enemies.

"Blaze," Lois said her name, and a shudder ran down her spine.

A Mona Lisa smile graced those thin, cruel lips.

"Have you been enjoying your night out, Lois? I have been watching you ever since you stumbled across my son's operation."

Sleez let his mother talk, but his eyes focused on Lois Lane's own and held it.

"You have had a taste of our ****. The same **** that flows through some of my boys. That reveals women, even proud women, for the bimbo whores they truly are. The pills are a diluted version of my seed, cut with certain harmless but illegal **** to increase their...palatability. As an incubus, everything marked by my seed is tainted with my essence...as you are now aware. You can feel it, can't you Lois?"

The reporter didn't have words. She could feel the heat of the cock on her shoulder, the liquid pre-cum dribbled down her back. The heat of his balls right in front of her made it so hard to think...and she could feel the air on her bare stomach now, her tits were growing every second, pushing her shirt out higher....her pussy was a swamp, and if she didn't know any better she'd have thought she'd pissed herself, but that was just he fluid flowing out from her aching and **** cunny...

"Humans have free will," Sleez said. "It makes it hard to break them. They have to choose sin. The **** helps, of course...you monkeys are made to get high. But for someone like you, I have to be...more direct. Mother, if you would?"

Scarlet hands gripped the dark python and lifted it up. A single great pale grey drop hung from the slit of the enormous penis. If Lois Lane stretched out her tongue, it would land on it. Her mouth watered and stomach rumbled at the thought, even as what was left of her mind and soul rebelled.

"So...you can leave now, and your tits will shrink and go back to your sad, boring life as the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter...or you can open your mouth and accept my seed and your destiny as a bimbo slut with tits bigger than your head, constantly filled with cocks and cum."

Inside Lois Lane, a losing battle was waged. Perhaps she was already too far gone. Her eyes focused on that dark slit, the swollen head like a black apple, the hints of white in the grey-semi-clear ooze that descended toward the ground were like stars in a milky sky. Every part of Lois that was good and decent screamed for her to get off her knees, to run, to crawl if she had to. Back toward her old life, the newspaper...her cold, sexless bed...the lonely nights...waiting for Superman to fuck her...staring jealously at women with bigger tits, with black boyfriends...with their big, thick, juicy dicks...

Her tongue was out. Something so salty it burned splattered on it and rolled into her mouth. Instinctively, Lois Lane swallowed...and then Blaze dropped Sleez's cock in the former reporter's face, glazing her with his cum.

Lois Lane felt the demonic precum sink into her skin. Blemishes disappeared, cheekbones grew more apparent. Her mouth opened wider than she though possible, clamping onto the head of the black dick to fill her belly with more of the seed. Blaze smiled and stroked her son's cock.

Another cunt fallen...and not a single regret was left in Lois Lane's head as her tits continued to swell, the bottom now pulling up ahead of the nipples. Her pants began to split at the seams as her ass grew, wet cunny yearning for cock, the violet eyes vacant as all the big words in her vocabulary were overwritten with erotic dance routines and oral sex techniques...and for the first time, Sleez gave a grim little smile.

"First, Lois Lane," he rumbled. "Then all of the women in Superman's life. All who oppose me...their daughters, mothers, sisters, aunts, and cousins will be my whores. This world is mine...in time."

Blaze smiled...and if she thought any differently, she said not a word. It was enough for her to see the once-brilliant reporter on her knees, mouth stuffed full of her son's cock, body literally bursting out of its clothes, reduced to a drooling cockhungry cumslut.

A fitting end, the scarlet succubus thought, to Lois Lane's night out.