End: The Demonic Dildo Can Cum

"Can I admit something Lois?" Zatanna said as she rubbed the head of the demonic dildo against the reporter's dripping slit. "I've wanted to do this for a long time. I mean, I know you're all hung up on Superman, but if you ever want to play the field a little..."

Lois Lane leered. "Well...I've never been with a woman before. But I might be open to a date...just to see how it feels."

"Oh, you'll feel me," Zatanna said...and she gripped the dildo by the base and slowly guided it in between the pink lips.

While the women had their fun, Blaze's thaumic powers were concentrated on her cock. She could feel and taste the mystic cord that bound dildo and dick...a river of sensations flowing one way. Her swollen tip seemed to breach the tight twat of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, the ring around the base pinched hard against the base, preventing Blaze from cumming...and Blaze desperately wanted to cum. The throbbing pressure between her legs was almost unbearable.

Then, she had it. The link was simply a channel...one that could go both ways. Remaining utterly still in her binding, Blaze began to weave a slight, subtle additional enchantment, binding her cock and the dildo yet closer still. Black sparks flit around her horns as she shaped that thought, focusing all of her concentration to shut out for a moment the aching testes, the ties that kept her splayed out and helpless on the bed, the soft walls of Lois Lane's cunt...and perhaps even then, a witch as puissant as Zatanna might have detected her handiwork...

...except that the magician was currently sucking on Lois's tit, her hands full of the reporter's ass, crushing the other woman toward her and impaling her hard and fast and deep on the dildo, whose base rubbed against her own clit. The two were lost in a sapphic frenzy, utterly taken with each other by the heat of the moment, and by the time that Blaze wove the last thread in place, a sliver of her own essence burned at the heart of that silicone shaft...and as Zatanna's hips slammed deep, Blaze opened up the portal that now bypassed the restrictions of time and space.

Her cock flexed in sympathy as the hole, a mere pinprick in space, opened up inside of her—and it's mate, it's either side opened on the very tip of the Satanic sex toy. Long-pent-up sperm surged forth toward the reporter's unprotected womb. Too late, Blaze realized the feedback effect this would cause—because while it was the dildo that was cumming, it was the demon who felt herself cum—and Blaze could not suppress an audible moan, a shudder, her whole body tensing. And as her body tensed, the wards flared, and pain and pleasure mingled in an ecstatic moment that seemed to go on forever...

"Wait...is she trying to escape?" Lois gasped.

Zatanna paused, the dildo buried deep inside of the reporter, and looked over her shoulder. The witch frowned at how the cock quivered, the demon's body arched so that it stood out above her like a tower of flesh, a beacon of lust. Crimson flesh swelled against the bindings.

"I don't think so," the witch said. "She almost looks like she's...cumming."

"But that should be impossible, right?" Lois said. "I mean, the whole point was...Jesus, I'm wet. My pussy is swamping, it almost feels like..."

With a sudden, terrible moment of misapprehension, Lois and Zatanna looked down to where they were joined. Black goo welled up and out of the reporter's pussy. Swiftly, Zatanna pulled back, and a stream of ebony jism pissed out of the cock onto the reporter's flat stomach.

"What the fuck!" Lois said, twisting to get out of the way. "What is...how long was that thing cumming into me?"

Zatanna grabbed the dildo with both hands, but no amount of **** would cut off the flow. Behind her gag, Blaze began to laugh. She was imagining the excess cum sliding down the length of the dildo, getting the witch's own cunt soaked with her seed...

".wolf erseveR" Zatanna intoned.

Immediately, the dark flow ceased. There was a **** sound from the bed, and Blaze began to thrash...and then whimper, as the bonds and sigils burned white hot, filling the apartment with the sweet smell of burnt flesh. Until the demon lay still once more, her cock and balls now a vivid purple, the veins standing out prominently.

"What happened?" Lois asked, using a towel to wipe the demonic jizz from her cooch. "What did you do?"

"On a guess?" Zatanna said. "Blaze found a way to add a rider to the enchantment so that she could cum through the dildo. Except I just reversed the flow...so she's a little packed up."

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said. "I should have just stuck a pin in that dick when I could. I'm not on birth control! I could get pregnant from this."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Zatanna slapped the dildo hard, and the cock moved in sympathy. Blaze moaned through her gag. "We still can."

Lois stared at the demon with hatred.

"If I get pregnant, I'm going to kick your ass. I'm not handing you over to the Justice League, you hear me demon?"

"Please don't say you're going to get medieval on her ass," Zatanna said. "Look. It's not safe to move her. Pack a bag. You can stay at my place, Blaze can remain here...and we can **** her wherever and whenever we want."

Which is how, at last, the night out ended—in a way that neither Lois Lane nor Blaze ever imagined, when their paths first crossed. Trapped on the bed with her hardon, the demon cursed her foolishness...but what had worked once, might work again. Because now a part of herself was outside of the circle...and inside Lois Lane. As for what she could do with that...well, that is another story.