End: Soul-Shaking

All of her life, Lois Lane had been a good person. She didn't cheat, didn't steal, told the truth, paid her taxes. In her career as the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter, she had seen the depths of evil that human beings could sink to—and how much worse that metahumans with their greater power could do. Yet never in her life had she felt...temptation.

As her pussy and ass squeezed tight on the tongues in her holes...as her whole body stiffened and shook...as she threw back her head and howled as the long-denied pleasure coruscated up her spine and exploded in her brain...on a spiritual plane, the soul of Lois Lane became, for a moment, ****. Unguarded.

The darkness that was Blaze flooded in.

The reporter's cry took on a tone of horror as she felt the corruption spread within her, body and soul. Beneath her, Blaze continued her ministrations, the tongues thickening and sliding in and out, playing the reporter's body like an instrument. Lois Lane felt fouled, soiled, dirty...

...and God help me, I love it.

Thoughts of missing women and lactation faded. The earlier events of the night seemed dim and misty as Blae's mouth grew to encompass the reporter's pussy and anus. The white eyes were bright as Lois Lane lay poised above her, utterly enveloped in the aftermath of her first great climax...and deep inside of Lois, the corrupting essence of Blaze spread.

You are mine, the demon's voice came into Lois Lane's head.

"No..." Lois said feebly...and then her traitorous body shook again and she collapsed forward as her pussy and ass began to spasm and shake. The next climax ripped threw her so hard that Lois Lane's thighs clamped about the demon's body, so hard Lois was afraid the muscles would rip from her bones.

Yes. Fouled by my seed, inside and out. You will be my creature...my spy...my broodmare...and you will love it.

"No..." Lois tried to fight it...but her body betrayed her. A hard clamp hit her stomach, and she could hardly breathe. The demon's tongues seemed to fill her pussy and ass completely. She could feel them deep inside of her, deeper than anything had ever gone...and Lois Lane's brain went blank as she touched her there and there and there...

Tainted and fouled as she was, Lois Lane's will was yet strong. Yet the demon Blaze had time. Every orgasm allowed more of her inside of Lois Lane's soul. Every climax broke down more of her resistance. Already, the swimming sperm in her packed womb ganged about an egg. The reporter's cries of denial grew weaker and weaker...and by the time Lois Lane's night out was over, and the sun shone over Metropolis, they had ceased.

Now it was Lois on her knees, dark goo dripping from her cunt and ass. Blaze stood over the kneeling reporter.

"Worship me," Blaze said, as she rubbed her stiff scarlet shaft in the reporter's face, to make her beauty with the scum of their frenzied fucking. "Worship my cock."

"Yes...mistress..." Lois Lane said. Her mouth opened. Her tongue lapped at the base of the shaft, and she tasted her own juices mingled with the oily dark jizz...and the reporter shook in anticipation. Blaze had corrupted her body and soul...and looking back at the events of this night, at the choices she had made, Lois Lane wondered if the outcome could have been any different.