End: So Many Demon Skanks

Lois Lane walked through the back door...and into a locker room. Naked demonic skanks of every size and color all paused and stared at the reporter's raging erection. The reporter saw slim blue-skinned succubi with curling purple ram's horns and hairless pudenda. Bubble-gum pink thicc fat-assed succubi with rows of tiny pink horns that peaked through long dark hair. Tall, skinny creatures with long, drooping tits and little grey tentacles that pushed out of their crotches, each one tipped by a tiny toothless mouth like a tiny cunt.

At the very end of the room, was a clothed figure. Tall, regal, with scarlet skin and dark horns that curled back from a broad brow. Her eyes were pure white, without pupil or iris, and glowed with their own internal light. A kind of orange sarong covered the small breasts and loins, and her body was accentuated here and there by dark jewelry, marked with leering demonic faces. A kind of tiara, a belt about her loins, strange pauldrons on her shoulders.

"Ladies," the scarlet succubus raised her hand and pointed at the intruder. "Fuck her to ****."

This is how Lois Lane realized that she had her first look at Blaze.

Something snapped inside Lois Lane then. Perhaps it was the demonic essence concentrated in her dick. Perhaps it was just the stress and frustration of having a dick. The reporter screamed and launched herself, crotch-first, into the legion of demonic skanks that moved against her like a technicolor rainbow of dripping pussy and hungry assholes.

The impact sent a shock through the reporter's body. Hands scrabbled at what was left of her clothes. Tore and rent. Scratched her body. Yet none of them penetrated the skin. And in the scrum, Lois Lane found a warm, hot little hole...and plunged her cock into it until a feminine scream echoed throughout the locker room.

What followed was madness. Hungry mouths latched onto Lois Lane's body...and her own mouth kissed back. Her tongue twirled in mouth and pussy and ass. Hot bodies crowded in on her, and the reporter's fingers found hot, slippery slits, or tugged at pseudo-phallic clits and strange, ropy pussy-tentacles. Her hips thrust as if they had a mind of their own...and despite being outnumbered, Lois Lane had one advantage.

Her cock never flagged.

Icy heat poured into her tired flesh, and the prick was as rigid as if carved from adamantine in the image of God's own cock. **** succubi of every description threw themselves against that dick, and it broke through every enchantment, plundered every hole. No cunt was too tight, too hot, or too dry; no amount of hands that stroked its length or mouths that sucked on her balls could sate the fire that raged through her body. The reporter rode on the wave of an inhuman font of strength and stamina.

In that madness, Lois Lane experienced erotic pleasures that most would only dream of. Forked tongues slithered in her asshole as a small yellow demon was speared on the reporter's cock until it begged for a mercy that would never cum. Working together, six demonesses with multiple breasts rushed the reporter and surrounded her on all sides with soft, warm tits. At one point, brought to her knees while skull-fucking a a green succubus' throat, with her horns used as handlebars, the tall black demon reached forward and spanked the reporter's bare balls so that they bounced against the green chin.

It must have taken hours, though Lois had long since lost track of time. Yet she knew, after a while, that she was winning. One by one, the succubi came...and with a scream of pleasure, they burst into a flash of light. **** back to hell, perhaps; or their demonic essence added to the overwhelming occult **** that jutted from Lois Lane's crotch. Once or twice, Lois Lane glimpsed a demon disappear and a perfectly normal mortal woman collapsed, exhausted onto the floor...and Lois Lane knew then what had happened to the missing women she had sought, what Blaze had done to them.

Once the tide turned, Lois grew more proactive. The last demons were the oldest, the most experienced, powerful, and depraved. Lois soon knew what it was like to have three inches of tongue buried up her urethra. For a creeping purple creature to wrap its boneless arms and legs around her torso, so that the twin mouths on its underside could suckle on her small breasts. One was a living billboard of pornographic arts, every inch of her skin tattooed with moving pictures of an endless, ever-changing orgy.

The worst were the shapeshifters. Familiar faces plucked from the reporter's memory faced Lois Lane and nearly broke through the shell of indifference that Lois had raised about herself. For a terrible moment, Lois Lane saw her sister's face on the end of her cock, sucking away for all she was worth. Held down Cark Kent, an improbable pussy between his legs, and **** her massive erection inside Smallville's hard, muscled body, to see the cuntboy writhe and shift. The face and features ran like wax, and for a moment Lois could see Jimmy Olsen...Perry White...her father...and then in a burst of white light it was gone, and Lois was left on her knees.

The reporter sucked in air...and her cock, now nearly three feet long, almost touched her own lips. Her swollen, massive testes actually touched the floor. Lois Lane looked down at her body and shivered. Miscolored patches decorated her skin; red and pink and blue, purple and green and yellow. Dark veins ran out from her cock, which looked less human than before. Yellow spines had broken through the back of the monstrous erection, smooth golden scales had erupted along the underbelly, and the rubbery head looked like the frill of a dinosaur or dragon.

The clank of metal ornaments on the floor caught the reporter's attention, and she looked up.

The demon Blaze stood before her, naked now in all her glory. Human she was in shape, yet lean and lithe, all sinew and bones. The small red breasts were topped with puffy pink nipples, but the pussy itself was little more than a line cut in the puffy apple-red pudenda. The scarlet succubus raised her left foot and placed it against the reporter's lips.

"Not bad," Blaze said. "You've shown me yours. Now let me show you mine."

Lois Lane watched as the slender, elegant scarlet fingers reached to her labia. Pulled the fleshy lips back...and the reporter's jaw dropped. She stared upwards, not into a soft pink tunnel, but an inky dark abyss. The reporter saw inside of Blaze an endless, hungry void...and dimly, the reporter knew, without knowing how she knew, that this was the utter core of Blaze's being. The vast emptiness that nothing could fill, the hunger and need that drove the scarlet succubus to such endless debaucheries, yet never sated her.

The air shifted, and Lois could feel the gravity of that cunt drawing her toward it.

"You see, mortal cunt?" Blaze said, as her toes played over the reporter's teeth. "You cannot defeat me! Satan's own cock could not fill me. You lost before you ever fucking began..."

The reporter's eyes narrowed. A man might have tried anyway. Buried their cock into that infinite void and been sucked body and soul into that cold hell, never to return. Yet even with the demonic prick attached to her, Lois Lane was a woman...she thought as a woman, acted as a woman...and the reporter's eyes zeroed in on a very important fact.

Blaze had a clitoris. A little pink nub, buried in its cave of flesh above the eternal darkness.

Lois rose, and Blaze let her foot fall. An amused half-smile twisted the demon's lips, sure of her victory already. Except Lois Lane did not try to spear the scarlet succubus with her demonic dong. No, the reporter latched onto that clit, and even though she could feel the cunny suck at her, as a hole in a space station must suck all air and matter out into the endless void, Lois Lane's lips locked onto that nub of flesh...and she sucked back.

From her vantage, Lois could not see the demon's white eyes grow wide. Could not see the black sparks that jumped between the dark horns. As the tip of the reporter's tongue diddled the sensitive little spot, Lois could only hear the small, soft, feminine gasp from Blaze's throat, so strange and innocent...

The battle was not long. Within ten minutes, Blaze was on her back, clutched onto Lois Lane's head with both hands. Obscenities were howled from a crimson throat as the first unwanted climax was torn from Blaze's body.

Lois Lane did not stop. Little by little, the cock between her legs shrank. The stamina and energy she absorbed seethed through her tongue and jaw. Tirelessly, Lois Lane continued her asshole...now to tug at the demon's labia, then to stretch her slit with a finger, or rub her sensitive asshole...yet always, always, focused on that clit which gleamed now like a scarlet pearl.

Orgasm by orgasm, all the power that Blaze had accumulated was torn from her. And little by little, the power entrusted to Lois was used up. Until, with the dawn, Lois Lane's jaw ached. her tongue moved sluggishly over the perfectly pink and normal pussy. The once-ferocious cock and balls were gone, and the reporter fingered her own honest human slit as she slurped softly on the little clit, now swollen and sore...and Blaze lay helpless, and nearly human, as she shuddered and gave a last wail of utter despair, as her blood-red scarlet skin faded to a gentle, soft pink.

As the last of the demonic strength left her body, Lois collapsed, Blaze's abdomen her only pillow. Tongue swollen, stomach full of pussy juice, exhaustion closed in on the reporter...and she thought, dimly, that no one would believe what she had accomplished on her night out.