Lucifer

He stepped from the shadows as though he had always been there. Waiting.

Wings swept from his back, brushing the ceiling, blocking out the sight of the statue. She stared into his face, so androgynous...it could have been that of man or woman or in-between. He wore only a smile, the manhood between his legs...

Lois Lane blinked, drew in her breath. She couldn't process what was there. It seemed, for a moment, like a crimson spike of crystal, obscenely sharp, glowing faintly. The next moment it was a human prick of inhuman dimensions, the skin split and rotting, covered by oozing sores, the next...

His fingers lifted her chin back to his eyes. Kindly, kindly eyes, piercing and colorless. The devil's mouth moved, and Lois heard something like Hebrew, but the sounds flowed past her ears and the words found meaning in her head.

It has been long since I was called in the old way, by the old names. I see you are comely...and eager. Though I sense you are caught in the schemes of lesser devils...yes, I think I will bestow my favors on you, daughter of Eve.

The smile took on a slightly wicked twist, like a naughty little boy realizing the parental controls had been left off the internet, and eager to call over his friends to show them...

He spread her unresisting legs with one hand. Lois wast still lost in those eyes as he entered into her. The first kiss swept her breath away, lungs cold and burning, heart pounding as though about to burst from heartache.

How to describe making love to a storm? Something moved inside of her, stretching and pulling at her walls, invisible hands massaging her flesh inside and out, crawling along her bones, guiding her hips as they threatened to break against whatever pushed and pulled and burned within her. If she had been taken up in a tornado, it might be something like this.

But a tornado is a mindless interplay of forces and ever and always Lois knew that everything this thing did was deliberate. Her cunt spasmed unnaturally, something like a head of maggots writhed across her breasts, each nibbling bite a kiss, a long wet tongue slithered down the crack of her ass and up inside of her, and through it all that slightly smirking face.

She didn't know if she came. Her body seemed to break and reform, thighs shivering, squirting uncontrollably. Serpent-skin slithered in and out of her cunt which felt drawn impossibly wide, squirming deep to nestle among her warm guts, and Lois didn't even know how to even try and fuck him back, but he didn't care.

Lucifer played her like his instrument, and every scream and moan from her was a note he chose.

Only at the very end...his smile changed, just a little. Flickered and went out, like a candle flame, the mask of concentration slipping. Lois Lane knew then what so few women know, that even angels lose it when they come, and she closed her eyes and threw up her arms in front of her face against the bright glory briefly unleashed...and she could see the dark shadow of the bones in her arms through the glare...

Then it was done, and Lois lay insensate on the ground, body feeling boneless and sore. He knelt over there, the smile back in place, and smoothed the reporter's hair back that had been plastered to her forehead with sweat.

You have served me well. I will return for you, only once. Until then...take care.

And Lois was alone in the darkness once again.