End: Lois Hungers For Pussy

The summit of feminine lust, Lois thought.

"I want to eat your pussy," Lois told her, pouring her heart into the speech. "I want to get on my knees and worship it. Drive my tongue into every crack and crevice. Suck up the sweat from your sweet folds and dive my tongue so deep I taste your cervix. I went to fuck your pussy with my mouth until it loves me."

"Hmm," the demon rumbled. Lois felt the hands slip away, and hesitantly she turned, cock throbbing hard.

The demon had hitched herself up on the edge of a table. Her skin was the color of fresh blood on parchment, her body lithe and spare, titties tiny with soft pink nipples, foot-long horns of pale ebony sweeping back from her brow. With one clawed finger, she spread her labia, revealing a shocking flash of neon pink pussy.

"Let's put that skilled tongue of yours to work...shall we?"

Lois dropped to her knees and licked her lips. Her heart thudded in her chest. All of what she had done up to now was for nothing if she couldn't eat this pussy out like a goddamn black belt clitoriste...and she hadn't fooled around seriously with eating pussy since university.

Etrigan, guide my tongue, she silently prayed, bending her mouth to the bright pink slit before her like a starving woman brought to a banquet.

As you command, oh eager beaver

My tongue's skill I'll add to thine

Together we shall bring the fever

And make that hellish cunt shine!

Her tongue twisted in unfamiliar ways, lips guided by an unseen **** as Lois began to suck and slurp. The reporter's hands, which she could still control, slid up the thighs, raking gently with her nails before pulling the demon's curtains wide, giving her tongue better access to the molten, salty depths of Blaze's pussy.

They worked in tandem then, Lois letting the demon inside of her control tongue and lips, mouth and jaw, but always adding her own little flourishes, her womanly insights...rubbing the clit with the bridge of her nose, letting her fingers pinch and pet, massage and grope, cupping the pert ass so that she could crush the neon cunt to her face and press her tongue in deep, slithering and sliding within the tight slick depths, searching for the infernal g-spot...and knowing she found it when the crimson cunt quivered and began to moan.

It was a race, Lois knew, as she felt her massive prostate throb with the stolen essence of four demons. Already she could feel her erection painfully stiff and leaking. For this to work, Blaze had to cum first...and she had to cum on that mammoth dick.

So as they drove her to the heights of lust, Lois always had to hold back, consciously straining not to give in. Felt the demon buck and grind against her face, thighs tense and then relax, toes curl and straighten and curl again. And just when Lois was afraid she was about to lose it, she heard the demon's words echo through her skull one final time...

Now! The time is ripe

With her womb we have a date

Go and lay some pipe

Use my dick, become her mate!

Lois Lane's hands clamped on the demon's knees, forcing the thighs apart. She rose like mountains rose, slow but interminable. Her cock cleared the level of the table like a submarine slipping up to the surface, utterly unstoppable. Blaze, panting and squirming, looked up for just one moment as if to ask why her lover had paused...and the eyes widened in fear and eagerness for one half heartbeat before the reporter rammed the cock home.

When demon dick met demon cunt, Blaze howled. Lois had known that so rarely in her own life, the purity of the Queen of Hell's orgasm shook her to her core. Few lovers had ever brought her to that high cliff, where only the slightest extra stimulus was enough to drive her off into a series of climaxes. But Blaze was caught in one now, and the reporter bit her lip until she tasted blood as the demonic cunt squeezed her borrowed dick like a vise.

The demon's back arched, and the walls shook to the sound of her passion unleashed. Men, women, and demons fled, the reporter slapping her hands over her ears, hips moving on their own as they slammed the cock home, all the way to the base, and the reporter wondered, really wondered as she saw the pussy stretched taught around the forearm-sized prick, where the demon was putting it....

....and then the pussy grew even tighter, and Lois realized with a sinking feeling what was about to happen.

"Oh no," she said, though she couldn't hear herself, as Blaze began to deflated.

Once again, something flowed in rather than out of that demonic prick...but this time it fought and burned. Lois hung on by pure will, wanting to scream as her massive prostate, seemingly unable to grow any more, seemed to become hotter and denser as the crimson succubi's limbs withered and deflated. Like a boneless doll, air shrieking out of the mouth as the body collapsed and flowed down into her, the skin of her swollen prick flushing crimson as the demon took up residence.

The heat and sense of weight increased to a fever pitch...and then, slowly, by degrees, Lois could feel it shrink and cool. Like forces canceling each other out, or her body acclimating to the terrible pressures. But little by little, though her cock remained rock hard, the **** need to cum faded...and in time, even the erection finally wavered and shrank, receding into her body.

At last, Lois Lane collapsed to her knees. The club was empty, the party over. She stared down at a cock which seemed oddly shrunk...still generous by mortal standards, but more human in proportion. The reporter blinked, staring at the cock and balls hanging off her crotch.

Lois had won. The demons were gone, the women presumably saved. The long, weird night out with all its horrors would provide material to send her therapist's kids through college.

Am I stuck like this forever?

This time, no rhyme answered her. That was, in its own way, an answer itself.