Epilogue: The Birth of Superslut!

"Uh...uh...yeah you dirty little bitch, just one more, just...one...aaagh!"

A pale arc of leapt from a bulbous purple head, caught for just a moment against the darkness, and then fell into the bubbling cauldron of cum. Blaze leaned over it, panting gently, willing the last few drops of her demonic jizz to be pushed from her crimson cock.

She fell back onto her throne. In the mirror opposite, she watched Lois Lane bury her face in Supergirl's muff. A faint smile creased her features. As strange and convoluted as it was, this really was the best plan...

With a snap of her fingers, the pale wand hovered over the great cauldron of her cum. On it: the virginal blood of the Last Maid of Krypton. The final ingredient she needed. Thumb and third finger snapped, and the wand sank beneath the surface of the white goo. It had taken weeks to get to this point. But now, all was in readiness. She had only to speak the words...

Blood of her blood, Cum of my cum,

Answer my call to the rut!

By Lilith's name I bid thee come!

The one and only—Superslut!

The cauldron stirred. It rocked on its clawed feet. Then slowly, a form rose from the collected cum, the demonic milk of Blaze's penis. Slim and lithe, the naked form covered by a skin of jizz. Red eyes glowed from the head, and a wet tongue slid across the lips, apparently enjoying the taste.

Blaze's grin widened.

"Who..." the voice came out choked, as if never before used. "Who am I?"

"You are Superslut," The demon leaned forward. "You are a homunculus, grown from blood and cum. A puppet, bound by my will, animated by my magic."

The cum-covered young woman looked around the room, and seized on the mirror. Lois Lane had successfully brought the blonde Kryptonian to orgasm, her young body arching in sensuous pleasure.

The homunculus raised one hand to touch the mirror, living a smeared handprint.

"Me. That's me," she said in wonder.

"No," Blaze told her. "That is the real Supergirl. You have her power, her form...but not her soul."

The hand twisted into a fist. "Want. Want her. Want to be her."

"You can," Blaze whispered. "Do as I say...fuck who I tell you to fuck...and you can absorb her. Then there will be no more Supergirl! Only...Superslut."

"Superslut." She tasted the word, and seemed to find it good. "Who do I have to fuck?"

Then Blaze laughed, long and loud and hard...who indeed? There were so many possibilities.