End: You Are Damned...

"What you've done...we've done," Blaze said. "The powers that be don't forgive that. So this life...this is all you have. No Heaven for Lois Lane. The longer we're together, the worse it'll get."

The reporter blinked. "Define 'worse.'"

Blaze reached up and took Lois Lane's hands in her own. "Holy symbols might be a little problem for you. At first, it'll just be a little uncomfortable. Like an allergy. Over time, the response will get...more energetic. Your blood will boil in holy water. Crucifixes or other icons of faith will burn your bare skin. Stepping onto holy ground might lead to spontaneous combustion."

The demon rubbed those hands. "Over time, you might...get a little demonic."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "Are we talking horns and hooves?"

The scarlet succubus gave a nervous grin. "Not at first. More like...raised body temperature. Excessive secretion of sexual fluids. Increased breast size. You'd start attracting attention from...well, all sexes and genders. Not always welcome attention. Some people won't...be able to control themselves."

"Wonderful," Lois said, forcing a laugh. "Like puberty all over again."

"What I'm trying to say is...it's going to affect your life. Your entire life. And your afterlife. If you go through with this...if we're together...you're never going to be normal."

Lois Lane pursed her lips. She raised her foot and held it forward, until the hot, half-swollen snake of the demon's cock lay across the top of it. Her toes brushed the super-soft skin beneath the demon's balls.

"So. You've turned me into an unholy abomination in the eyes of God?"

"Pretty much."

"And I'm going to end up nine months pregnant and dodging priests calling me Satan's whore?"

"There is a distinct possibility."

"And after a long, sex-filled life of sin, I'm going to have a heart attack while trying to stuff one more inch of your demonic dick in my ass and go straight to Hell, do not pass go, do not collect $200?"

Blaze sighed before she answered. "Yes."

Lois Lane nodded sagely.

"Sister Margaret always said that's how I'd end up. But you know what?" The pregnant reporter gripped the base of the reporter's big fat crimson cock with her toes. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

The demon, on her knees before Lois, lifted her horned head as though Lois had just offered her salvation. The reporter smiled and spread her labia with two fingers, showcasing her gooey, spunk-filled cunt.

"Now, lick me. If God is watching, we'll give the old pervert a damn good show."

Nothing lasts forever. Not sex, not love, not a pregnancy, not a human life. Lois Lane's night out was already ending, and with the dawn she knew would come a new chapter in her life. Gynecologist appointments, pre-natal vitamins, buying diapers, finding a bigger place, checking the maternity leave policy of the Daily Planet, writing her article...Lois Lane tossed back her head, hands naturally grasping Blaze's horns as the demon eagerly licked her own cum out of her lover's cunt.

Life can be very long, if you make the wrong choices. Mistakes can haunt you, make a misery of existence. As the strong, eager tongue lapped at her pussy, Lois felt the smile on her face stretch a little wider. This didn't feel like a mistake. If anything, she was glad for every twist and turn that had brought her to right here, right now.

A part of her wondered what would have happened, if she had done differently tonight—zigged instead of zagged...and then her thighs began to quake, and the cock was hard where her toes gripped it, and Lois Lane knew that she was going to end tonight by riding that hard prick, that same demonic dick that had knocked her up, until one or the other of them could fuck no more.