The Black Grail

It was like stepping into an old church. Lois Lane had never been a religious person, but she had felt the sense of wonder when she first stepped into the cathedral at Notre Dame, the Sistine Chapel in Rome, the Dome of the Rock...and this was a small space, old stone and dark wood, lit by black tapers, seemingly a chapel. But there was no crucifix above the altar, no bibles in the pews, and the altar was a slab of unfinished black marble, shot through with veins of silver. And on it...

In Paris, Lois had seen old Roman cups carved from a single gem. As Blaze backed away, tugging on the reporter's crotch, the reporter walked down the aisle—drawn, she almost felt—she saw that the object much resembled those cups. Some dark, black gemstone of immense size, winnowed down to a stemmed glass it would take two hands to lift. There were figures cut on it, and Lois drew forward telling herself she simply wanted to make out what they were, but that wasn't the whole truth.

"I was looking for power," Blaze's voice echoed weirdly in the small chapel. "I thought I'd found some weapon in my endless schemes to hold the throne of hell."

Lois Lane passed the wooden rail, went up two steps...the black cup was full, she could see now. Full to brimming with some black liquid...

"...the first ejaculation of the First of the Fallen, caught between the thighs of Lilith, Mother of Monsters, Adam's first wife. The devil's jizz, preserved to birth the antichrist and initiate the final war that will consume Earth, Hell, and Heaven..."

The reporter stared down into the black liquid depths. A heat radiated from it, warm as though it came from a body. She could see herself reflected in the obsidian surface, eyes hungry, lips slack. The smell struck Lois Lane, the unwashed jockstrap reek of pure, unadulterated cum.

"...I foolishly thought of it just as a source of power. I never imagined how it would change me...how it changed any woman who drank from it. It is the male essence manifest, the dark power that impregnates the earth, the perfect complement and counterpart to Christ's cup."

Angelica Blaze released Lois Lane, and moved to the other side of the altar.

"I brought them all here, Lois. When nothing else could quench their thirst. When they would have chugged from my cock until their bellies burst. I brought them here and they offered me everything for a single sip...and they became as you see them."

Lois Lane's throat felt like dry as the Sahara desert. Her pussy itched, burned really, clit throbbing painfully. Palms sweaty, she stared down at the Black Grail before her. Mind processing everything that Blaze was saying, but focused too on the grail itself, the images...the image of the Hermaphrodite, classical and pagan scenes, nothing of Christian or Jewish imagery...

"What will you offer me, Lois Lane," the dickgirl reached forward and lifted the brimming cup with both hands. "For a taste?"