End: Zatanna Pulls It Out

Zatanna tugged. Lois gasped.

The reporter's pussy had taken a giant sperm; had stretched to accommodate another woman's fist. Now that hand was wrapped around that squirming sperm-head, and the result was bigger than either. In the hot, tight, wet confines of Lois Lane's cunny, it threatened to stretch her walls past the point of endurance.

Yet Lois had ****.

"Feisty little bastard," Zatanna muttered, her fist wiggling around inside Lois Lane as her the sperm fought her. Lois Lane said nothing, her hands balled into fists, **** to hold on. It wasn't that it was painful...it was just that it was knocking about so much, she was so full...and as Zatanna's knuckles scraped against her g-spot, the reporter couldn't help bucking her hips.

"Hold on, babe!" The witch said. Lois looked down to see the witch's wrist, slick with butter and pussy-juice, was at the entrance of her pussy and tugging backward. "This might get a bit...intense!"

Lois Lane had never given birth. Wasn't a size queen that indulged in massive dildoes. Had never been fisted before tonight. So as Zatanna pulled, her fist obviously far too large for the reporter's poor pussy, the cunt bulged from within...and Lois began a high-pitched, low-volume keen as the witch applied more and more strength, and Lois Lane's feet were pushing against the bed, straining to keep from being pulled toward the witch.

Slowly...achingly...the back of the witch's hand began to come into view. The pink cunt was stretched tight around the woman's hand, and Lois remembered how carefully Zatanna had been to narrow her hand to as small as possible when she had inserted it, and now it was grasping the furiously squirming demonic sperm-head, and it felt twice as big coming out as it had been going in...

I'm going to break, Lois Lane thought, shaking uncontrollably, thighs quivering hard. She's going to break my cunt! I'm going to burst like a rotten pumpkin! Fuck, how do pregnant women do this?

Then, unexpectedly, Zatanna pushed her hand back in, the whole thing disappearing for a moment. Lois stared down at her in confusion, her pussy relaxing—which is what the witch was waiting for.

There wasn't a loud cartoon POP as the witch violently pulled her fist out of the reporter's quim, but there should have been. The suddenness of it shocked Lois, who was too aghast at the sensation to even make a noise. Just one moment her pussy was being fisted, and the next...it was gone. Like an empty socket after getting a tooth pulled.

The aching started almost immediately. Lois Lane curled up in the bed, both hands between her legs, her cunt burning, and somehow terribly empty. Zatanna was staring at the squirming white mass in her fist in triumph.

"Now," Zatanna said with a cruel smile. "Let's try this one: !meht kcuf dna retsam ruoy ot kcab oG."

The witch opened her hand...and the white thing fairly leaped out of her hand and scuttled across the floor toward the bathroom, like the world's most virile mouse.

"Is...it is over?" Lois said, tears in her eyes.

"It should be. I'll put up a couple of wards, and dispose of that...item...you brought from the club. I'll have to contact the Justice League to help me clean out that altar you found." Zatanna ran her hand along the reporter's thigh. "How are you doing?"

"My pussy hurts," the exhausted reporter said.

"Aww," Zatanna squeezed Lois Lane's thigh. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

The reporter opened her eyes wide. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Seriously? I mean, I didn't know you were...I mean I thought..."

"Lois, open your legs and let me lick your pussy," Zatanna said. "Is that direct enough for you?"

"But...I thought you had sex with Batman!"

"I did," Zatanna said. "And maybe after I've made you cum, I'll tell you about the time Batgirl and I ended up oil wrestling in the nude..."

Lois Lane had nothing to say to that...and so, not without a bit of trepidation, she spread her thighs, hands gripping her knees. Zatanna, it turned out, had a magical tongue...and by dawn's early light, Lois Lane felt much better about how her night out had gone.

In her lair beneath the club, the demon Blaze's claws slashed at the scrying pool. The image of the two women was lost as the dark waters rippled and shook. The succubus growled, angry at this upset to her plans. She had been so close to inseminating the reporter with her sending...

Unseen, beneath her feet, a large white sperm-head rolled into view. The demonic dickgirl's cock was hanging loose, just a few feet above. Magic empowered the white blob, which seemed to sense where it was going to go, and how to get there. The spermhead seemed to gather itself...and though it had no muscles, it seemed to leap into the air, aiming itself like a rocket...right back to where it had come from.

Blaze's scream could be heard in several adjacent parallel dimensions.