Epilogue: A Night In The Life Of Blaze's Cock

Blaze's cock never slept.

Even when the scarlet succubus laid down for a few hours, for the consciousness of Lois Lane there was no rest, no end of awareness. Lois felt for every moment of every hour of every day...when her limp body lay along the demon's thigh, and when some dream stirred her. The former reporter felt her body stiffen and press against the sheet...and that was the worst part. Not the stiffness, the swelling, the existence as a tube of flesh without volition or power. It was the constant awareness, and the apprehension of knowing what Blaze would do with her when she awoke.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Blaze would stir. Her long red legs would kick of the sheet, and her left hand would reach down to scratch at her great hairless balls, and the cunny that hid beneath them. Lois Lane would feel herself sway from side to side in the air, so stiff that her whole form ached with need...and then Blaze's right hand would slide over Lois' form, her thumb would roughly grind against the piss-slit, and the left hand would squeeze.

It was the first degradation of the day, and the only thing that made it tolerable to Lois was that at least it proved an end to the hours of slow-building tension that she experienced as Blaze's sleeptime erection. Lois could feel as the tip of Blaze's finger pressed against her piss-slit, and Lois knew some nights she liked nothing better than to awake to finger-fucking her own cockhole, with the full knowledge that Lois would feel the burning pain of the penetration, the terrible sense of violation, the lingering discomfort as the demonic dick healed.

Not this night. The scarlet succubus abruptly pulled her hands away, and left Lois stiff and unfllled as the demon squeezed into her tight black jeans. Lois felt herself trapped in a prison, pressed against the demon's hip...and she knew that Blaze was going out to hunt her favorite prey.

Pussy.

On the way down to the club, almost as an afterthought, Blaze allowed Lois to access more of her sensorium. Suddenly Lois could see through the demon's eyes, hear through her ears.

"What shall we fuck tonight, Lois?" Blaze murmured to herself, as the elevator descended. "A woman? A man? Perhaps we could go find some ancient whore, **** and hungry, and offer her riches to let us fuck her ass until she bleeds. Or perhaps some young **** addict, strung-out and ****, will suck us off for a hit. No...no, I sense a sweeter prey below. You know you've been missing for two weeks now. Someone has come looking."

If Lois had a heart, it would have stopped; if she had bowels, they would have grown cold. Because as the doors opened and Blaze stepped out into the mostly empty club—it was too early yet for the crowds to come in—she saw a familiar face.

Her sister, Lucy Lane. In her twenties, with the short Army haircut that made everyone think she was a lesbian. Dressed in the black leather jacket that Lois had gotten for her when she hit 19, and showing a picture around to people.

Blaze sidled up to her. Introduced herself. Lois tried to rail within Blaze's pants as the demon teased Lucy with information about Lois' disappearance. Promised more...much more...just have a drink, in her office. Talk about the club, about how Lois had come around looking for missing women. My isn't that jacket heavy, aren't you so hot, Lois?

She could do nothing as the **** drink slipped from Lucy's hand. there was a brief moment of freedom, as the demon pulled Lois out of her pants. Lois watched through Blaze's eyes as the succubus gripped her sister's head and began to drive her cock down the young woman's throat. Lois wanted to scream as the tight, hot, wet hole engulfed her. As Lucy's teeth scraped against her skin. Wanted to fight as the hot black spunk built up for release, and Lucy's head banged against the wall so hard Lois feared her skull would crack, the eyes rolled up in their sockets as she choked on the cock that was all that was left of her own sister...

...and Lois hated herself for the exultant release as the black jism finally exploded out of her head. The terrible flow that made her stiff, swollen body shake with ecstasy. That left her exhausted and shrinking, a black dribble oozed out of her slit to leave a line of cum-drool on her sister's lower lip.

Then the form faded. Lois saw there a young woman with died blue hair, thin and with tattoos on her neck. Not Lucy, not her sister at all...just another damn illusion, another mental **** that Blaze had devised for her...and the succubus smiled as she picked the **** victim up and draped her across the desk, to pull her pants down and expose a lily-white ass.

Lois felt herself twinge. With aching pain, the half-shrunken body began to grow once again. Blaze was never satisfied with taking her pleasure just once...and neither, now, was Lois.