End: They All Stay

The women looked at one another.

"Do we have to leave like, right now?" Tonya Wong asked, shifting her tremendous ass.

"Whenever you like," Blaze said.

"Well I'm not leaving yet 'cause I really want to see you fuck her," Mara de la Cruz said.

The reporter turned to the young woman with the translucent green strap-on...and then to all of the other women in turn. Her gaze was met with lascivious smiles...and following some unspoken agreement, all four of them pounced on the reporter, bearing her to the bed, spreading her legs.

The elevator doors shut behind Blaze. The scarlet succubus snapped her fingers...and both her and Lois Lane's clothes vanished. The reporter was naked, a whore on each arm and leg, knees on the edge of the bed, pussy bared...

Bitter was the taste of defeat. Lois Lane's hopes had been crushed. Offered freedom, the women she had come to save had instead turned on her...and the lanky, lithe form of the demon closed the distance between them, and dropped to her knees. The reporter could feel the hot breath on her bare labia, and the pure white eyes of the demon seemed to glow from within as they looked over the flat plain of Lois Lane's stomach, between the shallow valley of the reporter's small breasts, to meet the reporter's gaze.

"Still want me to use a dental dam?" Blaze said. "I'm clean, I promise."

"Whatever," Lois said, dejection in her voice. "I'm fucked either way."

The reporter didn't even try to resist. Here she was, surrounded by sluts and about to get her pussy licked, but all of it seemed so empty. She'd failed. Failed to save anyone, even herself. Sold her pussy out for absolutely nothing. Lois closed her eyes and let her head hit the bed, an aching hole in her chest as she realized how completely she had lost.

"Now, now," Blaze said, her voice sultry and soft. "Let me kiss it and make it better."

It felt, for a moment, like a kiss. The demon's lips were so hot that the reporter could only gasp as they pressed against her clit. Then the lower lip fellow down, across the reporter's labia, and Blaze's cheeks hollowed out as she sucked. Diana Reynold's massive tit pressed against the side of the reporter's head, and Lois turned her face into it as the scarlet succubus's tongue parted the reporter's curtains and slid into her pussy.

In her whole life, Lois Lane couldn't count how many times a lover had eaten her out. Yet even the best of them had been...time-conscious. Even those who boasted of their oral skills only gave head to get head, were never really invested in making Lois wet or making her cum, licking her cunt like they were on a schedule, just getting it ready so they could stick their cocks into it.

Not Blaze. The demon was slow, patient, and skilled. Her tongue-tip traced the reporter's internal anatomy, her hot breath made Lois Lane's naked body quiver...and slowly, achingly slowly, Lois felt the tension slide out of her body. There was no rush, no sense of urgency. While Lois had wanted to just get this over with, as Blaze sucked on her clit, as the warm tit pressed against her face, the terrible sense of failure began to fade a little...

The tip of Blaze's finger at the entrance of her tunnel brought a grasp from Lois Lane. A hand lifted off of her arm and began to tease one of the reporter's nipples, the soft pink bud stiff and erect above the small breast. Tongue and finger continued to make love to Lois Lane's pussy, and as the heat built up inside of her body, Lois was also aware of a rising sense of anticipation...as she did when she was masturbating, when her climax was close.

Yet Lois wasn't in control here. Blaze sucked and slurped, let her tongue tease the reporter's urethra, slipped her finger in—not the way a man did it, treating her as a bowling ball, or the prick as a substitute cock to fuck her with, but carefully tugging and stretching, running up and down the reporter's inner walls, pressing and teasing until she found just the right spot...

...the reporter's hips lifted off the bed, toys curling, whole body caught in an electric current. The ladies chittered in approval as they watched Lois Lane flex and spasm, her pussy squeezing tight around Blaze's finger, the crimson lips locked on her clit and sucking mercilessly...and then the reporter collapsed, panting, unable to remember the last time she had cum that hard.

Blaze licked her lips.

"Well," the demon said. "That was a nice start. But I'm far from satisfied. Are you ladies?"

There was a chorus of noes...and Lois opened her eyes to see the women she had come to save leer down at her.

"Then I guess we'll just have to take turns," Blaze said. "A deal's a deal, after all."

With something less than horror, Lois watched the demon stand up...and the group shifted, Blaze sliding onto the bed to help hold the reporter down, Mara de la Cruz moving into place to rub her translucent green strap-on against the reporter's spit-slick slit.

Lois Lane realized that even though she had failed...in some ways, that wasn't at all a bad thing.