Epilogue: Lois Lane, Semen-Sucking Succubus

She was naked, most of the time. Save for the collar about her neck. The collar was connected to a chain. Sometimes Blaze tied her to something, but it had to be something strong...or Lois would pull it straight out of the ground, and hunt for prey.

It was easier to go on all fours now. To flap her wings. Sharpen her horns. To taste the air, her tongue lapping out nearly a foot now, purple and thin and split in two at the end. Her goat-like eyes could see heat patterns, soul patterns. Where people had been, what they were feeling, the faint shapes and colors of auras, all blended together. Lois would sniff and study the darkness, searching for her prey...

A random young man. Healthy. Jogging at night to keep in shape. She caught the glint of his wedding band, tasted devotion on him. A young wife at home. Trying for a baby. He hadn't been jerking off lately, and his sweaty balls rolled in his shorts. Lois Lane drooled as she flapped her wings, rising to get the height for a dive.

Earbuds in. He didn't hear her, but something made him turn at the last moment. His eyes widened in shock...but then she was on him, bearing him to the ground. Claws ripping away the needless clothes, leaving thin bloody streaks...and then his hardon came into view. Her pheromones were driving his erection to unbelievable stiffness, and the succubus wrapped her tongue around it, drawing the prick into her mouth, lips clamping hard.

He fought. Grabbed her horns, her collar. Strong, but not strong enough.

"No!" he gasped...but Lois was already slurping, her hands clamped onto his hips, head bobbing...the kind of blowjob his wife would never give him. Semen exploded in her mouth, and the succubus sucked it down into her ravenous gullet. Tears came from his eyes as he violated his marital oath. Lois Lane didn't care. She was sure this one was good for one or two more loads...

The chain grew taut, jerking the reporter's head back. It nearly took her victim's cock with it, but Lois let it go.

"Come on!" Blaze hissed. "We have to go."

Lois Lane growled, but let her mistress pull her away. The former reporter couldn't remember who they were running from, but they were running. Never staying in one place for too long. Sleeping rough, in abandoned houses or empty caves. Sometimes Blaze disappeared for a few hours, and came back with money, clothes, food...and sometimes bruises, cuts, burns. Lois remembered licking a nasty black welt on the demon's arm, before snuffling at her mistress' cock.

It never occurred to Lois to ask why they were running. She could still think, but her memories were dim, and her attention tended to focus more on filling the insatiable void in her gut. There was never enough semen...not even from Blaze's swollen, hairless red balls.

Thunder cracked. For a moment they were weightless, moving between worlds...and then they stumbled off onto clean sand beneath a starless, overcast sky. Lois sniffed, and grunted in disappointment. Ruined buildings peeked out of the dunes, vaguely Egyptian in outlines, but somehow wrong. Blaze puffed and panted from the exertion of the teleportation, and stared around. Lois knew she would be trying to erase their steps, laying false trails, searching for whoever was following them...and then the scarlet succubus sighed and relaxed. Holding Lois Lane's chain firmly, Blaze led her into one of the buildings.

"This used to be a film set," the demon said. "Cecil B. DeMille. A great historical epic. After they shot the movie, they let the desert have it again."

The demon dropped onto her ass, her back against a crumbling Hollywood altar. Lois instinctively curled up beside her, head beneath Blaze's left breast. Idly, Lois licked at the demon's prick, but the cock was only half-hard.

"I'll feed you in a bit, Lois," Blaze said, one arm wrapped around the naked succubus, hand scratching behind the former reporter's horns. The demon's voice was tired, and her pure white eyes closed to slits. "Just...need to rest a little..."

Lois let her rest. Waited until her mistress was truly asleep...or as close as demons get to such rest. Then the reporter moved her head and took the swollen glands of the demon's cock into her mouth. Careful not to rattle the chain, Lois slowly sucked it to life. Her black tongue spiraled around the crimson shaft, clutching and squeezing it like a great constrictor snake, and in her troubled sleep Blaze shuddered. Lois wondered if their pursuers tracked Blaze in her dreams too.

When it was hard, Lois opened her throat and moved to swallow the whole prick. Somehow, she remembered that this had been harder before. Now it was as easy as breathing. Her tongue slid past her lips to lap at Blaze's balls, as her throat muscles constricted, milking the prick. Blaze shuddered and moaned in her sleep as she began to cum...and as before, Lois Lane felt a terrible satisfaction flow through her body as she drained the demon of her essence. For the little while she drained Blaze's balls, the endless hunger in her stomach was sated, and Lois felt more alive...and soon, she knew, the changes would come.

There was an itch at the base of the reporter's spine as she swallowed...and itch that became a burning. Lois hummed to herself as she felt the tail pushing its way out of her backside. Small, for now, like her wings had been, her claws. Soon, it would be bigger. Blaze groaned in her sleep, trapped in some erotic nightmare. They would have to leave when she awoke, Lois knew that. She didn't care...although she hoped this time, they would go somewhere with more prey.