End: Sucking Raven's Dick

The reporter's eyes dropped to the dick that dangled from Robin's crotch. Half-hard, it hung in a solemn pale arc, on great vein visible down the side of the good-sized prick. In that moment, the reporter's mind was clear. Free of demonic influence. Not even drunk. Able to make clear and conscious decisions about her life and future.

For a heartbeat, Lois Lane pondered the events of her life. What had brought her here. The changes she had been through in body and mind. The uncharacteristic decisions that had made her steal the book. Cast the spell. Summon Raven. The needs and desires that had driven the Daily Planet's greatest reporter to act like a bitch in heat.

She came to a realization...and leaned forward and grabbed Raven's cock gently with both hands.

"H-hey!" Raven said as Lois gently squeezed the Titan's balls.

"I'm sorry," Lois said softly. "But this is all my fault. I've been so pent-up and horny lately—I've made a lot of bad decisions. Stupid, impulsive choices. All because I haven't had cock in so long. I just...need to get it out of my system. Let me suck your dick. Please?"

The reporter didn't wait for an answer. She peeled back Raven's foreskin with her fingers, and let her tongue play around the head of Raven's dick. The mystic swore softly as the demonic lust she had absorbed burned within her, a pulsing, aching need that throbbed just behind the root of her cock.

A deep breath. Just to suck in that scent. That taste. Then Lois Lane closed her eyes...wrapped her lips around her teeth...let her tongue play along the sensitive underside of Raven's glans...and slid forward. All the way in one gulp. Until the tip of her tongue touched the dickgirl Titan's balls, and the reporter's nose pressed into Raven's crotch.

The mystic's hands went to Lois Lane's head. Which was fine by Lois. She grabbed Raven's buttocks and squeezed. Pulled her head back until she felt the pressure of Raven's palms, and then slid back forward. Back and forth. Mouth locked on that hard shaft. To feel the heat of the dick.

How she had missed this.

Raven grit her teeth as she felt the energy pulse within her. Lois Lane had already started, but the dickgirl already felt as though she was about to explode. That would be be...

Unless... Raven thought. Unless I can filter the energy? Transform it? Make it part of the ritual.

The dickgirl used her hands to set a page. She began to chant, slowly, calmly, under her breath, in countertime with the rhythm she set up with Lois Lane's fellatio. Down below, the reporter's cocklet stirred...and Raven threw back her head and pushed her mind and body into the spell.

One by one, like a surgeon, Raven severed the links between Lois Lane and the book. With each strand that was severed came a pulse of demonic energy, to taint the reporter's soul. Yet Raven was ready for it. Caught it, absorbed it. Fed it through her own tainted spirit, the dark side of her that she repressed. Added its darkness to her own. Felt its power grow...and yet almost as soon as she had absorbed it, Raven began to expend it. In the only way she knew how.

Lois Lane was surprised when the first salty rope hit the back of her mouth. The cock quivered, never softened, even as Raven continued to set the pace. The reporter swallowed instinctively, not caring in that moment how bitter it tasted.

Over and over, through the night, the bizarre ritual carried on. Weaker and weaker grew the influence of the demonic book on Lois Lane...and more and more of its power was expended with each strand broken, in one final bid to corrupt her. Energies that were intercepted and transformed by Raven. She who acted as the filter and funnel for the tainted essence that flowed through her. Lois Lane the willing and eager sponge to sop it all up.

Yet not without effect.

The reporter's tiny cock throbbed, harder than before. Lois couldn't take her hands away from Raven, locked in place as though be an electric current. She could feel it strain within its flesh...and slowly, achingly, she felt the pressure build. Though she could not see it, she could feel it stretch a little further with each spermy rope from Raven's balls that disappeared down her throat.

So too, could Raven feel it. The aching void inside of the reporter. The vast, hungry chasm at the heart of her existence. As the minutes passed into hours, Raven could feel her own cock shrink. Sucked away into nothing as her body cannibalized itself to make more sperm, to pump more of her transmuted essence into the reporter. By the time dawn broke over Metropolis, the mystic's once-mighty sack hung empty and a cleft had formed. Little hisses of pleasure and pain came through dry lips as she rasped out the mantra, and her once formidable cock was no more than an oversized clit, smaller even than Lois Lane's dicklet had been.

While between the reporter's legs, a monster throbbed. Ten inches of primal prick-meat, the swollen testes as big as goose eggs.

Yet still Lois Lane hungered.

At last, with the final tie between Lois and the book broken, Raven collapsed backward, her hands fell from the reporter's head, her whole body arched...but Lois held onto those tight buttocks. She gave one final long suck...and Raven's incantation broke into a strangled cry of ultimate release as what was left of her genitals inverted.

Only when there was nothing left to suck but a woman's prim pussy did Lois allow Raven to collapse, exhausted and momentarily senseless, onto the bed. For the moment, at least, even the Titan's dark side was sated and quiescent.

"It...worked..." Raven mumbled, barely able to keep her eyes open...and utterly helpless as Lois Lane grasped her mighty cock with both hands. "You're free."

"Yes," Lois said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "I've got all the cock I've been missing. Really, I need to think of a way to thank you..."

So Lois Lane's night out came to an unexpected end for both herself and her newfound lover. And if neither of them was quite the same after their little encounter...well, it wasn't to be the last. Yet that is a different story.