Etrigan

The figure swept in out the darkness. The yellow face of a broken gargoyle, garish in a red tunic and blue cape. A leer lit on the great and terrible face, and the eyes were without pupils, pure pits of red light in the shadowed orbits of his eyes. The tight shorts around his waist did nothing to hide the demon's bulge. It seemed to hold her attention, and the heavy animal musk earlier now washed over her as that great voice rumbled.

Well met by night

Voyeurs of the damned!

This slut is such a sight

As Satan's whore would demand!

Gird thyselves, lusty friends

For the carnal adventure now at hand

To survive now it depends

All the stamina we command!

For the Hell-bitch to be bucked

And the mortals safely restored

All of them must be fucked

No hole or prick ignored!

"Rhymes not my game," Deadman said, in Rat's voice. "But he's gotten it right. A succubus has set up shop, and she's bound mortals to her will. The only way to exorcise them is with a...tantric overload." He nodded at Lois. "I'm afraid that's where you come in, Miss Lane."

"Me?" She said. "You want me to...participate in an orgy?"

Seduce, entice, enthrall,

Let no rod go unspent nor slit untasted

In the demoness' ball

Lest the mortal souls be wasted.

The demon grabbed his bulge and squeezed, the pointed tip of a bright yellow penis slipped into view from behind his belt. It was barbed like a cat's.

Worry not, kind-hearted harlot!

Etrigan shall do his part

Be tonight our woman scarlet

And I'll sodomize the devil's tart!

"I'll help too," Deadman said. "But two swinging dicks just isn't enough to take on a demoness and her cabal of sex-slaves. What do you say, Miss Lane?"