End: Whatever It Takes To Get This Night To End

Lois Lane was not one to give into despair. She was a fighter by nature, rebellious and resolute—but she hated this. Fucked by a demon. Molested by her own dead mother. **** to be impregnated to save Ella Lane's soul. More than anything, right now, she was tired of Blaze's games, her carefully calculated cruelty, the **** of dragging Lois through one form of sexual degradation after another. In her heart, the reporter simply wanted this night to end.

"Just do it," Lois said, weary and sick at heart. "Whatever it takes to finish this."

"Tch," the demon clucked. "No fun at all. Well, a nice, serious-minded young woman like yourself should make for a good mother to my child, at least. Ella—why don't we end this? Assume the position."

The reporter didn't know what she was talking about...and then she felt her mother's fingertips play at the bottom of her pussy, where the demon's dick was sliding in and out of Lois's slit.

Lois gasped as her mother's finger slid in behind the demon's cock, stretching her poor pussy to the breaking point...and grimaced, near to tears at this final insult...and then disgust gave way to horror as the finger continued to slide, impossibly deep, up along the whole length of Blaze's dick.

The demon grinned hugely, and reached up to grab the reporter's small breasts, squeezing them painfully.

"I shall enjoy seeing these swell up with mother's milk," the demon let her tongue lick lewdly over the hard nipples.

"What...what's going on?" Lois managed, the finger that she thought was her mother's now longer than the demon's cock, touching her deep inside. There was a sharp pain within, and then an ache like her period cramps...

"Hmm. Oh, I'm repairing your reproductive system. You weren't counting on having your tubes tied to save you, were you? You and I shall provide the blood and bone for our child—but such unnatural creatures are normally soulless. Fortunately, there is an unembodied soul right here, desirous of a new home...and your womb shall provide it!"

The scarlet succubus laughed...and Lois moaned as an unnatural heat filled her body. Her hips jerked of their own accord, thighs squeezing as she rose and fell on Blaze's dick, her pussy clenching tight, trying to milk the seed out of that demonic dick...and all the while she felt something fill her, a terrible semi-tangible something that flowed around the stabbing scarlet schlong, and as much as Lois hated it all she could feel the anticipation build within her, the need to finish...to...

"Cumming!" Blaze roared, nearly standing up, lifting Lois up. While Lois had never felt any ejaculation inside of her before, she felt this—in her mind's eye she imagined that intangible stream opening her cervix and sucking all that black cum straight into her womb—and impossible as that might have been, that is what it felt like to her. A great heat building inside of her body, her pussy swelling as the flow increasing, stretching her cunt to its utmost limits, so that Lois couldn't even feel Blaze's cock anymore, cushioned as it was all around by some swirling ectoplasm...

...and then Lois sobbed as unwanted pleasure blotted out all conscious thought. Animal instinct had her hump and hump, thrashing in the demon's grip as her body was lost in an uncontrollable tumult, shaking and squeezing and clenching and finally no more slid into it, but it all seemed to flow and concentrate in her body in a single, terrible balls of roiling heat and pressure...which then exploded outward, throughout her body, Lois shrieking in something that was not pain or agony but like lost soul who was crushed to **** by an elephant at the moment of climax.

To lay, utterly spent, in Blaze's arms. The limp cock fell out of her cunt, which still spasmed and shook, but not one drop of jizz fell out of her.

Nor would it, that night or later.

"A dutiful daughter," Blaze said, as she laid Lois out on the couch. "Rest well, and when you are ready, you may dress and go. You loved your mother so dearly...and you will again, when you see her again in forty weeks."

A smile played at the demon's lips.

"Perhaps you hate me now—but in the weeks to come, I think, your body will ache for my embrace...and you might awake at night, sweaty and clutching at your cunt, assailed by strange and erotic dreams. In truth, I enjoyed our little time together Lois, and if you wish for me to use you again...well..."

The demon's smile widened. "There are other souls, who wish to return to life."

Lois Lane closed her eyes, sick to her very soul at what she had done tonight...and what she would do, over the next months, as her stomach swelled, and she prepared for the unwanted child she would birth.