End: "Help Me"

Lois Lane was a good person. She had also just inadvertently had her throat fucked and a bellyful of hot, black demonic jizz. The growing cock seemed to drag her forward, new and terrible impulses flaring through the reporter's brain—and she didn't know how to fight them, though she did. Or at least, she tried to.

It was all the reporter could do to look the Green Lantern in the eye and stammer out the words.

The reporter didn't know much about the Green Lantern. She'd heard, through the superhero grapevine, that the Hispanic woman had issues...social anxiety, PTSD, occasional issues with loss of confidence...but right now, Lois needed a hero, and Jessica Cruz was all there was.

The brown eyes met Lois Lane's...and the small mouth set in a grim line of determination. The Green Lantern raised her hand...and the dickgirl reporter's hands hit the sudden green walls of the emerald bubble that had popped up around her.

Between Lane's legs, the cock throbbed. It was six inches long, nearly beet red, with black veins...and still growing. Lois couldn't restrain the whine that came from her throat as she pawed at the verdant bubble. She could almost see the outline of the Green Lantern's cunt through her skin-tight uniform.

"Ring," Jessica said, voice tight, focusing on maintaining the energy construct. "Scan subject. How do we help her?"

Lois began to shake. She felt...hungry. The scents in the bubble seemed stronger. The bare perfume of the other woman. The masculine reek of her own sweaty balls, which seemed to be dangling heavier and heavier in their sack. Her fingers dug into the green bubble, and Lois found she could pushed her glans up against the side, the rubbery purple head squished against the smooth green curve, leaving a trail of sticky precum.

<<Demonic infection in progress. Mental and physical integrity failing. Demonic viral agent concentrated in the seminal cavity. Must be extracted immediately if subject is to survive.>>

"We have to...okay," Jessica Cruz said. "Let me just...try to picture this...I think I saw one once at a pony farm..."

Lois Lane watched in fascination as something was assembled before her eyes...like a glowing blueprint that emerged, piece by piece, coming together to form a sort of heavy block on a pole, with a tunnel at one end. Sweat dripped off of the Green Lantern's brow as she focused intently on the complex creation...and then Lois felt the bubble she was trapped in start to give beneath her fingers, like taffy. The dickgirl reporter found herself actually moving forward, as the bubble shifted to engulf the new construct...and the reporter sighed in disbelief as her cock was guided into the artificial cunt.

"Aaaagh," Lois gagged as the soft folds gripped her prick tightly. Lois could actually see the nearly crimson meat through the semitransparent green layers of the construct, like she was fucking an emerald cloud...but it was solid beneath her hands. Tight...so tight...

"Easy girl," Jessica said, as though Lois was a horse. "Feels good, doesn't it? Ring..."

<<Extracting>>

Once, when she was at university, horny and drunk, Lois had pressed a vacuum cleaner against her clit. The suction had been so intense that she had immediately recognized her terrible mistake, and shut it off. Even then, her clit had been sore and sensitive for hours.

This was like that...only moreso. The reporter made a **** sound as her hips were sucked forward, her swollen cock sucked deeper into the tight hole...and Lois had a sudden terrible image of a hole in the side of a space ship, of getting sucked out into pure vacuum cock-first...

...and then she began to cum.

For three impossible minutes, Lois Lane finally realized why every boyfriend she'd ever had wanted to fuck her raw, without a condom, and blow their load deep inside her unprotected depths. The pressure built up between her lines spooled out along the length of her rock hard erection like a line of liquid fire, and when it burst out at the end Lois saw a dark grey cloud grow in the heart of the emerald construct.

And grow.

Lois Lane's heart thundered in her chest, veins popped in her forehead, and for a long minute Lois thought she might actually die. Her new balls squeezed harder than she thought possible, her pussy gushed as she inadvertently squirted...and yet, as she came and came and came, Lois felt...better. More in control. More like herself.

Until she was standing there, panting, utterly spent, standing on weak knees...but no longer obsessed with jamming her dick in Jessica Cruz's pussy.

<<Extraction complete. Neutralizing demonic contaminant.>>

There was a burst of green light...and the dark cloud that had been extracted from Lois Lane's body was gone.

With a sigh, the Green Lantern relaxed. Her emerald energy constructs melted away...and Lois staggered, no longer supported, her limp cock and balls hanging between her legs.

"Ring?" Jessica said, blushing as she looked at the reporter's new equipment.

<<Physical alterations remain. Full functionality detected. No risk of demonic contamination.>>

"What the hell am I going to do with this?" Lois picked up her limp cock. It took both hands. It had to be nine inches long, soft and swollen as a raw sausage.

"Um," Jessica curled her hair with one finger. She couldn't take her eyes off the big dick. "You uh...want to get a drink? Maybe dinner? After we get these other women out of here, I mean."

Which was not how Lois Lane expected this night to go...but there are worse ways to end a night out than to go on a date with a hot Latina superhero.