End: Try To Masturbate To Recharge The Ring

Immediately, Lois Lane dropped into a crouch. Her left hand found her slit, the ring burning on her finger. She knew that real Star Sapphires recharged their rings with a power battery, like a Green Lantern, but the reporter desperately hoped that this magical version of the ring would charge off a more direct source of lust...

The demon thrashed, clawing at the violet face-hugger. Lois desperately fingered her slit, remembering how it had felt when she was younger and had first seen Alien, the terrible sense of confusion and arousal that had haunted her dreams as she thought of being caught like that, a face full of alien wing-wong forcing its way down her throat, depositing its eggs into her body...a ****, a wasp injecting its young to eat its way out of its prey...and as two fingers dug into the reporter's exposed cunny, the violet light of the ring flared a little brighter.

Around them, chaos reigned. Prostitutes and clients fluttered around. An alarm blared in the distance. People screamed, sobbed...but Lois couldn't afford to pay attention to any of that. Her hips bucked the air, and the reporter desperately sucked on the fingers of her free hand. The spit-slick fingers found her ass and plunged in, the extra stimulation making Lois gasp...moan...and the ring burned brighter.

Black lightning crackled around Blaze's horns, her claws scrabbled against the construct. Black ichor oozed where the demon had scratched her own face as she strove to get a grip on the construct and pull it out of her face...and Lois Lane's nostrils flared as she perceived a chance to live out a particularly lurid erotic fantasy.

A purple ovoid traveled down the ovipositor in Blaze's throat. The sensation of that lump depositing itself in her esophagus drove the demon into a frenzy. Her muscles worked, and lights burned inside her body, illuminating the flesh...and Lois Lane's lips curled back as she pushed another down the long tentacle...and another...and another...

A bulge began to form in the taut, red abdomen of the demon's stomach. The ring burned with a vivid violet light that cast a ghastly glow. The tail of the face-hugger construct tightened about Blaze's neck, and at last the lack of oxygen to her brain began to tell. The demon's thrashing lost some of its strength. The lightning bursts began to fizzle. And a violet glow shown through the blood-red skin as egg after egg was deposited inside of Blaze's abdomen, **** her stomach and intestines, forcing the bulging gut to grow and grow.

One red knee crashed into the floor. The chest no longer rose and fell, the demon unable to suck in air. The light went out in the pure white eyes, which now were soft and dull as hardboiled eggs. There was a grown as the distended flesh sagged, the belly grossly bloated and glowing from within. The reporter was panting, her fingers numb and hands cramped, tugging at pussy and ass as if showing the demon her holes. Lois Lane's head swam, struggling to maintain the construct and also keep up the self-pleasure...

...and then she pushed herself over the brink.

In her mind's eye, every egg inside Blaze hatched at once. Dozens of squirming violet chestbursters seeking to escape the demon's body at the same time. Lois never knew if the terrible pop she heard was real...because her exhausted body and mind could no longer hold any longer and she passed out in mid-climax.

Lois Lane was still **** when Circe pulled the glowing ring from the reporter's finger. The lavender-haired sorceress observed the blackened scorch mark where Blaze had been, and smiled grimly. After an experience like that, she doubted the demon would return anytime soon. As for the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter...

Circe sighed and waved her hand. The Star Sapphire costume was replaced with the reporter's own clothes. The sorceress made a few dispelling gestures, and unwove the web of spells that Blaze had put in place to conceal her operation; without the subtle protections, the activities of the brothel would be obvious, the entranced women and customers released, and the business would fold. It would give the reporter a chance to find those women she sought.

Finally, Circe knelt by the reporter and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Until we meet again, my dear. Next time...perhaps I'll wear something nasty."

By the time Lois Lane's eyes fluttered open, she was alone. Her fingertips reached for her lips, tasting a kiss she couldn't recall...and for long nights thereafter, Lois would wonder how much of her night out had really happened, and how much she had dreamed.