End: Until Blaze Fucks Too Greedily And Too Deep

The dickgirl laughed madly, bouncing up and down on the bed, her cock punching deep into Lois Lane's cunt. Breathlessly the reporter endured the pussy pummelling...impossibly it felt that the cock was hitting deeper with every stroke, until she winced in pain as the swollen cockhead seemed to slam directly into her cervix...over and over, until tears welled up in the reporter's eyes. The reporter's manic grin of pleasure turned into a grimace of pain as all of Angelica Blaze's weight slammed into her...and then something gave way inside of Lois, a sharp, piercing pain, and she screamed, not in pleasure, but in pain...and when the shaken dickgirl pulled her cock out of the reporter's pussy, it was red with blood, which welled up out of the reporter's violated pussy.

"Lilith's tits!" Blaze swore.

"Aaaaaagh," Lois moaned in pain, as blood welled up, a scum of semen floating on top, filling her pussy, and began to seep out of her.

"Okay, okay, don't panic," Angelica said. "Just need to...stop the bleeding and..."

"T-take me to the hospital..." Lois grabbed at a pillow and tried to shove it between her legs, **** to stop the bleeding.

"You don't need a hospital," Blaze said. She grabbed the reporter's ankles and stood up, her now-limp cock pointed at the open wound that was Lois's cunt. The dickgirl took a deep breath. "Look...do you trust me?"

Lois looked up at her...and perhaps it was the pain, but Angelica looked different to her now. The dark eyes were pure white, with no pupil or iris, and the flushed olive skin looked almost as red as blood. The shadows of horns merged with her dark hair as it hung wildly over her broad forehead.

"What...what do you want to do?" Lois said, suddenly weak and light-headed from loss of blood.

"I'm going to heal you," the dickgirl's tongue ran over her lips. "Although there will be...a cost."

The reporter's hand went to her stomach. There was a sharp pain there, and fear struck her worse than that for her own life.

"Will I...still be able to have children?" Lois said.

"Oh yes," Blaze said, as she released the reporter's left ankle. "Just...this is going to hurt."

A sharp thumbnail, almost clawlike, was pressed against the tip of the dangling cock. Blaze bared her teeth, sharp and white, and Lois Lane's stomach lurched as she watched the talon dig into the soft purple flesh...until dark, almost black blood bubbled and burst up, dripping into the bloody pool that was the reporter's slit.

Lois didn't think that any pain could equal what she had first experienced...yet now her body stiffened as though she had been stabbed with a burning poker...and the dickgirl was dropping into a squat, hissing as the tip of her nail protruded through her urethra, black ichor dripping down, and Blaze was murmuring as she **** her bleeding cockhead into the reporter's bloody gash.

"Blood of my blood...flesh of my flesh..."

The reporter heard the words, her whole body aflame...and somehow, though she could not have said exactly how, the reporter knew that a bruised and torn cervix as repairing itself, that black blood was mingling through her veins, and as fire and pain diminished, the reporter felt her muscles relax, and she **** herself to breathe again...and she saw, truly saw, the horns on her escort. The blood-red skin.

Violet eyes narrowed.

"I think," she said. "You owe me an explanation."

The demonic dickgirl sighed. She slipped her arm under the reporter's back and carried Lois into the bathroom, careful to keep the blood from dripping on the carpet.

"So...I'm not normally an escort," the demon said as she eased Lois into the tub. "But when you took the ancient fertility idol, I saw an opportunity..."

The scarlet succubus laid out the outlines of her plot, as she used a soft, wet cloth to clean the blood from the reporter. Lois found herself listening, but also looking at the demon's dick. Healed though it was, there was still a thick black scab on her purple cockhead.

"So...you did all that to knock me up?" Lois said. "And now I'm...tainted with your blood?"

"I wouldn't say 'tainted,'" Angelica's voice was offended. "You'll heal faster. And you'll want to avoid holy water. There are some that would consider it a bonUSsss..."

The demon's voice rose in pitch and slid into a hiss as Lois grabbed those crimson balls in one hand, and pulled the hanging dick to her mouth. The scent of it was somehow intoxicating to her. The taste of it, as her tongue slid over the gummy black scab, was like biting into a rare steak. With sudden and terrible need, the naked reporter gripped the testes and bobbed her head, swallowing as the scab slowly dissolved, the cock engorging as she went to work. Blaze braced herself against the wall, unable or unwilling to pull herself away from the terrible vacuum that was the reporter's mouth.

Unseen, the gravid idol rotated on its base, until the squat, ugly head seemed to glare at them. Yet it did not stare at them disapprovingly, for inside the reporter's repaired womb, black seed spun through the darkness...moving with uncanny precision toward a waiting egg.

What Blaze and Lois would do, when the spell of their mutual lust was spent, was more than the idol cared for. Its purpose had been fulfilled...and Lois Lane, augmented with the demon's blood, was now strong enough to bare the demon's spawn.

Which is how the night ended for them both, entwined in lust, bound together by strange threads of destiny...and, perhaps, more than destiny.