End: Let Lois Lane Go

The demon paused...and withdrew her dick. Lois Lane looked up at the scarlet succubus who towered over her in the starlight.

"What's the matter?" The reporter asked. She stared down at the demon's dick. "You're hard, I'm wet, let's go."

"You may go," the demon said. She lifted a red hand and pointed at the door. "The way is open. I will not stop you. The women you came to find are free. You may leave whenever you wish."

Lois Lane, with a grunt of sore muscles, slid onto her side. Her brow was furrowed in confusion, the violet eyes studying the demon carefully. "What is this?"

"I am...releasing you." The demon said, as she sat on the bed. "No compulsions require you to stay here. Nothing binds you. The women are safe, you are free to do as you wish."

"I don't understand...you don't want to fuck me?"

The demon turned her gaze to the reporter's nude form. The crimson cock was as stiff as any prick Lois had ever seen.

"Oh, I dearly want to fuck you. I want to know all of your holes, intimately and forever. I want to taste all of your juices and pour my hot cum into your every orifice. See you **** on my cock and gasp for breath as I spray my love all over your face." The demon licked her lips. "And I could so easily **** you...break your mind and body...turn you into brainless fuckdoll and leave you for Superman to find, impaled cunt-first atop the highest spire of Metropolis."

The demon sighed. "But...I do not want to do that. Hell is a prison, and demons are all prisoners, as much as we make ourselves out to be masters of the damned. So if you do not wish to stay, I will not hold you."

Lois reached out one arm. Her fingers trailed down the demon's hot skin. Hard muscle there, and harder bone. Dry heat radiated from the naked body, even as the night grew chill. The reporter let her fingers slip...and grabbed at her cunt. Still on her side, she grabbed her pussy and pulled the higher lip upwards, exposing the slick pink flesh.

"And if I tell you that I want you to fuck me until my womb can't hold any more cum?"

The demon's lips curled into a smile—not that half-knowing Mona Lisa smile, but something softer, more genuine.

"You mean it?"

"Yeah," Lois Lane said, and pulled her pussy lip up a fraction of an inch higher. "I do. Fill me up."

The demon stood. The veins beneath the skin of the cock were twisting, the testicles beginning to expand and hang lower. Soft pink spines grew alone its length, until the cock looked like a sea anemone, the urethra opening and closing...and something darted out of it, as thin as Lois Lane's smallest finger. A tiny penis, tipped with what looked like teeth.

The demonic dickgirl bent low over Lois. With easy strength, she flipped the reporter onto her back. By now, the swollen testicles were the size of grapefruits, the crimson cock looking thin in comparison. Blaze knelt down, those white eyes searching Lois Lane's...for fear, recrimination, anything. Lois Lane, however, shivered only in excitement and anticipation.

"I love you," Blaze said, the words coming out in a breathless rush.

Lois let herself smile. "Prove it."

Their mouths opened, tongues touched...lips pressed against each other...and the cock pressed home. The soft spines slid against each other, and where they touched the human woman's pussy she felt the short, sharp stab of a needle. The slow passage of the cock left a growing numbness along her whole birth canal...a numbness that slowly began to fade, taking with it all the pain and soreness of their earlier, frenzied fucking.

Blaze's balls pressed against the reporter's thighs, so hot that they almost burned her. Something touched her cervix, and Lois grunted in discomfort. She could feel the silky spines squirming inside of her tight tunnel, around that stiff iron bar of a prick, and tiny things stabbed here and there, until...until it felt like something inside of Lois was relaxing, opening up...and then she grunted again, because she felt that hard little cock-within-a-cock punch straight through her dilated cervix.

They stayed like that for long moments. Kissing. Breathing. All of the action was happening inside of Lois. She could feel the liquid heat being pumped inside of her, like the devil was pissing deep inside her. Except Lois knew it wasn't piss. It was billions...trillions...of squiggling sperm, filling her to capacity. A grotesque fantasy made reality, the heat and pressure building inside of Lois as those great demonic testicles churned out an endless amount of seed.

All that time, the spines continued to move. Massaging the reporter's pussy from within. Rubbing against every sensitive spot. As their tongues twirled, Lois felt herself begin to moan, her hips to grind, thighs quiver. Her demon lover was more patient than any she had ever known, and somehow Lois knew that she was literally filling her womb...already the reporter could feel the weight of the seed pumped into her uterus, the elastic organ beginning to stretch uncomfortably as the sheer mass of seed began to inflate it slightly. It was like gas...like water retention...the bloat of a period. Like all of these and yet unlike any of them. It was a hot hunk of love, burning in her stomach.

Lois broke their kiss. A line of saliva connected them as they panted for breath.

"When you're done," the reporter said. "I wouldn't mind a little straight fucking."

"When do you have to go back to work?" Blaze asked.

"Monday," Lois said. "Unless my girlfriend calls in and tells them I'm sick..."

The reporter's bloated stomach, hot with the demon's cum, touched the smooth, hard abs of Blaze up above.

"Then let's stay in, for a little while," Blaze said. Unseen to Lois Lane, the little cock withdrew, leaving behind a plug of solidified sperm that kept the demonic seed within the reporter's womb, flooding her fallopian tubes, squirming and prodding at the unfertilized eggs.

As they consummated their love, the stars above began to fall. First one, then two, and finally dozens of streamers burned across the sky, the whole desert night alive with burning meteors. Neither of them noticed. They were lost in their own world, of carnal exploration and desire—and perhaps such a match was fleeting. Yet they had the night, and the night stretched on for a long time, and Lois Lane's screams of pleasure echoed across the desert.