End: Until Morning's First Light

The tale went on. Lois Lane made notes on her phone, asked questions whenever Blaze got off into the weeds. Above her, on the screens, Lois could mark the passage of the hours by the increasingly worn states of the women on the mattresses, the cum-splattered state of their cunts, which continued to drip even after they came back from their bathroom breaks. The way their enthusiastic writhing grew slower, more sedate. Until at last, they lay **** and still as the apparently endless array of men humped their warm, wet slits.

It seemed impossible to Lois that the women could not get pregnant. So much cum pumped into those cunts...she had read about women that did immense gangbangs for porn, but those were rare, expensive events, and the filmmakers often artificially inflated how many men were involved. Here...if every man took five to ten minutes, and went one after another...it seemed like every woman could get ten men fucking them an hour. How many men would that lead to over the course of the night? Fifty? Sixty?

"...the internet is a new medium for my magic," Blaze voice broke in. THe reporter's own cunt was so sore, she had lost track of how long they had been fucking, but certainly no partner she'd ever had could have stayed hard so long as Blaze. The demon's stamina was simply inhuman. "I write my spells into cyberspace, and they find their targets...the lonely, the ****, the horny. So many these days find themselves clicking on the ad, opening the email, receiving the invitation...and so here they are. An endless parade of fools, with cash in hand..."

"That's...probably not illegal." Lois croaked, suddenly thirsty. No, not suddenly. Lois realized she'd been thirsty for a long time, only she had been so enthralled by the interview that she had not noticed it. She shook her head to clear it, aware that the pace of their fucking had slowed until she basically just sat on Blaze's lap as the demon pumped her cock in and out of her sore cunt. The reporter's eyes felt burned by watching the screens so long, and they fell to look at her pussy.

It was pink, swollen, puffy, almost purple in places where it looked bruised. The crimson cock squelched as it moved in and out of Lois, and Lois almost couldn't see it for the black, oily jizz like crude oil that overflowed her cunt to drip into a spreading puddle on the floor. Here and there in the puddle of demonic spunk beneath her quim, Lois could make out flecks of gold foil.

"...how long have you been cumming in me?" Her voice was a hoarse whisper, and Lois realized once more how thirsty she had been...but also how she had been moaning and screaming through part of the interview. Somehow her climaxes had simply flowed past her consciousness as she had listened to the demon's tale.

"Oh, since about the start of the interview," Blaze gave the reporter's breasts a squeeze. Lois gasped in mingled pleasure and pain; there were bruises there about her nipples, as though she had been manhandled and massaged too roughly all night. "I think I have one more left in me...but the dawn has come, and we will have to finish this interview another time, because you are tired."

No sooner had Blaze said the words than Lois realized she was tired. An all-night fuck-session without sleep...she listed on her once-golden throne, and only Blaze's rapacious hands on the reporter's tits kept Lois upright. She needed sleep...Plan B...but there were still so many questions she had to ask...

"Do not worry," the scarlet succubus said, as her cock churned the reporter's cum-tainted twat. "There is always tomorrow...and the night after...and as many nights as it takes. I think it will be long before I tire of you, Lois Lane."

Lois blinked...and that moment when her eyes closed felt like an eternity. She was dimly aware as Blaze rose, the reporter still impaled on that impossibly hard cock, black jizz trickling down her pale thighs.

There was a bed, where Lois was laid. A fiery kiss upon her brow. The whisper of silk over her naked body...and Lois Lane's night out ended in a dream of herself once again on a golden throne, eyes fixated on the screens, trying to find someone...something...but she couldn't remember what.