Lois Is Denied

This is it, Lois Lane thought, pushing back against the invading cock, squeezing her cunt tight around the shaft, feeling the scrawny goth fuck her like a man possessed. Give it to me! Give me a baby!

"Retro vade, Satanus!" A voice roared out from behind Lois. Rat paused in mid-stroke, prick half-buried in the reporter's snatch, job unfinished. "Give way to Christ, you princess of fornicators. You're guilty, before Almighty God, guilty before his son, guilty before the whole human race. It's the Lord who expels you. He who is coming to judge both the living and the dead and the world by fire. The power of Christ compels you! Leave this man and woman! Go back to the pit that spawned you!"

Lois moaned in frustration as she felt the hard dick wilt within her. She pushed her ass back, her orgasm retreating with each moment, but it was like pushing an oyster in a slot machine. The sex-frenzied reporter turned, determined to take matters into her own hands...only to see Rat collapse backwards, all hints of the strange presence gone from him.

She turned to the source of the interruption...

There was an old priest, eighty if he was the day, dressed in black, brandishing a wooden crucifix before him. His face was pale, hair gone silver, spectacles aglow in the dim light of the basement, an invocation on his lips. Behind him, only a step or two, was a younger man, broad at the shoulders like a football player, brown eyes bright and wide with shock, his collar far newer than that of his compatriot, a leather-bound book in his hands.

"Father...did you see it?" The younger priest said. "A full bodily possession...it almost seemed as though the spirit was trying to come through his flesh..."

"Demons can seldom enter our world," The older priest said decisively, brooking no argument. "But they cling to every foothold. The spirit is gone, but its evil may yet linger."

"You mean...?" The younger priest said, glancing down at Lois.

The reporter mewled in pure frustration. She swore her empty womb throbbed in **** need. Lois stared daggers at the cockblocking priests, too angry for words, too angry even to pull up her pants and cover her bare pussy.

So close! She thought. One more minute and I'd be...full.

"Yes," the old man said gravely. "My dear child, you have been touched by the evil of Satan, through one of his minions. It is our duty as priests to exorcise this evil from your body and mind, to cleanse you of these dire influences. Please remain where you are..." he raised the crucifix "...as we pray for your soul."