End: Lois Wants To Her Cock

"I've always wanted to do this," Lois Lane confessed, as she tightened the rope around Blaze's balls. The crimson cock and the great hairless testes beneath them began to turn a slightly alarming shade of purple, the flesh swollen against the reporter's knots, the bluish veins beneath now more prominently visible.

"Okay?" Blaze said, laying back on the bed as her newly-impregnated girlfriend began to slather lubricant on her slim white hand. Her voice had an unsure, questioning tone.

"I always told myself, 'Lois, if you ever get a forever partner you're fluidbonded with...'"

"What does 'fluidbonded' mean?" Blaze interrupted.

"You won't fuck anybody else. But we don't have to use protection. It's a scene term."

"Oh," Blaze said. The naked reporter was slathering what was left of the lubricant on the demon's cock. She wasn't quite sure what was going to happen next, but Lois seemed obscenely happy. The prospect of unfettered sex with the future mother of her children filled the demon with infernal glee. Slowly, day by day, Blaze would tease her into more and more blatant carnal acts...until she belonged to the succubus, body and soul. Then she would find her proper place in life as Blaze's broodmare, perpetually pregnant, body sustained by infernal magic as her tits swelled and hips broadened, squatting out new princes and princesses for the thrones of Hell...

The tip of Lois Lane's pinky finger teased at the tip of Blaze's urethra, interrupting the demon's momentary daydream.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

Lois raised her whole hand so that it hovered over the bound cock, so that the pinky finger was poised exactly above the demon's prick. Very carefully, the pregnant reporter teased the lips of the urethra open, the round, smooth tip of the pinkie finger just brushing against the sensitive interior of the demon's urethra.

"Uh..." Blaze said.

"You've done this before, right?" Lois said...and without waiting for an answer, the finger pressed down.

Demonic flesh was denser and stronger than human flesh, and many succubi and incubi were remarked at how they could take pleasure from punishments and tortures that would break a mortal's frail body, without harm. The crimson cock of Blaze, in particular, had known centuries of strengthening exercise, had plunged into the fiery cunts of lava elementals and broken the spines that lined the thorny asshole of Echidna, mother of monsters. Her urethra could fire wads of cum with all the **** of a pistol, and on more than one occasion she had spent rapid-fire cumshots that burst through the leathery flesh of mummies and the stony cervix of living statues, bursting through the wombs so that the bodies crumbled from the **** of her ejaculation.

None of which prepared her for when the entire tip of Lois Lane's pinkie finger **** its way into the head of her cock, the swollen purple skin distorting as the lubed-up digit pressed further.

"Damn, you're experienced!" Lois said excitedly. "I bet I can get my whole finger in!"

"Gack." Blaze croaked, her talons grasping the bed, purple cock struggling against the rope which kept it from either deflating or cumming.

"Once I get it in up to the knuckle," Lois went on. "I'm going to jerk you off a couple of times. I want to really build up a huge load. And then I'll untie you, and when I pull it out it'll just be like this massive cum volcano!"

A maniacal grin was plastered on the reporter's fingers as she wiggled her pinkie back and forth, forcing it in up to the second joint. A cold sweat began to bead the brown between the demon's horns. She took a deep breath. It was unexpected, surely, but she could deal with a few...kinks.

"I've got a whole sexual bucket list," Lois mused. "There's things I've always wanted to try, and you are just perfect...after this, you can take my anal virginity. I want to feel all your cream inside my ass."

"Grrt," Blaze said as her cock, impossibly, stiffened a little more. Lois was at the widest part of her little finger.

"And then you can felch me! Can you believe I'm thirty years old and I've never been felched? Oh, I have plans..."

Plans, yes. Blaze thought, struggling to hold onto her own. She was beginning to feel like the fisherman who had gone out for a nice big supper, and had snagged a whale. In all of her centuries, the demon had never heard of 'felching.' Yet she knew before much longer, she was going to find out exactly what it was...and her new love, she could sense, was only getting started.

This...whole corruption thing might take a little more work than I thought, the demon admitted to herself. And some research.

Then she allowed herself a small smile. Lois Lane let out a little happy cry as the last little bit of her finger pushed into the grotesquely distorted cock, the tiny fine hairs on her finger tickling the inside of Blaze's painfully engorged urethra.

Then again...maybe it will be worth it.

Light and dark, good and evil, corruption and innocence...little did Lois Lane and Blaze know that these opposites, though they might attract, could never long abide together. Perverts, however—two perverts could entertain each other forever. How long these two would last, and whether they would overcome the obstacles that fate would throw in their way...that is a different story.