End: Not Enough

Hands clamped on Lois Lane's skull, and dragged her face another half-inch down onto the demon's dick. Until Lois Lane tried to scream in pain as her jaw grated, her tongue **** to the side as the head of Blaze's dick pushed its way right to the opening of her throat.

"You want my seed, cockslave?" Blaze's voice was exultant. "Then pray you don't drown in it. Pray to me. For my cock is your new god."

The jizz burst onto the back of Lois's throat like the first scalding-hot jet of water from a shower on a cold winter morning. Lois couldn't even scream, because the hot jizz would have scorched her lungs. She just opened her gullet and let the Satanic spunk flow into her stomach like hot pitch. Tears came to her eyes, and yet Lois could feel that familiar sensation...the sense of strength and power, like an invisible river that flowed from Blaze into her...and she knew that if the heroines were to have a fighting chance, she had to take as much of the demon's power as possible.

Or why limit myself there? The thought snuck into Lois Lane's mind. Maybe I don't need them. Maybe I can deal with Blaze just like I did with Circe...take everything from her. Then no one could stop me!

Lois Lane's hands gripped onto the scarlet shaft in front of her and stroked it madly. She didn't care about the pain as the spongy spikes stabbed into her hands with their surprisingly sharp tips. She wasn't sure where the alien thought had come from, but it consumed her completely. The Daily Planet's Greatest Cocksucker wanted every drop this crimson cock could cum.

It almost worked. Lois could feel the power grow inside of her, redoubled her efforts to suck harder, her cheeks hollowed out...

"Enough, now," Blaze ripped the reporter's face off the end of her cock, and Lois Lane's lips bled, stung in a dozen places by the spines. The reporter couldn't feel the pain though. Her lips felt numb...puffy...

"My cock's toxins are designed to ease my passage into the tightest of cunts," Blaze said. "But they will give you dick-sucking lips more appropriate to your new lot in life."

Blaze grabbed the reporter's pants and ripped them off. With superhuman ease she carried Lois Lane over to where Raven lay bound, gagged, and helpless on the desk. She dropped the reporter on top, so that Lois could feel the hair of Raven's head under her ass. The reporter's stomach lurched. She'd swallowed so much cum...and with it power...but it had been like trying to drink the ocean.

Something hot and rubbery pressed against the lips of Lois Lane's pussy.

"You should feel honored, Lois Lane," the demon said. "I will defile your cunt now. As my balls slam into the face of Trigon's bitch-daughter, you will have the honor of bearing the first of my army of soldiers. Unlike the rest of these, you will likely not survive the birth...but I doubt not that a slut like yourself will scream in ****-orgasm as it rips its way out of your womb."

For a moment, time froze. Lois raised her head. Someone would save her. Someone always saved her. No matter what situation she got herself into, no matter how bad things were, Lois Lane had always held to the faith that no situation was utterly hopeless. That there was always some glimmer of possibility.

She wanted to whisper a name, but her jaw hurt, and her tongue and lips were numb, and grotesquely beestung. Lois couldn't even keep her swollen tongue in her mouth, and her stomach was a ball of heat where the demonic jizz was slowly digested. She stared at the long length of the cock, the spines, and knew any moment now...someone...somehow...

The crimson cock slammed into the reporter's cunt so hard that Lois felt something burst within her. Beneath her, the heavy sacks punched forward with such **** that they hit Raven's face hard enough to give the violated witch two black eyes. Lois Lane couldn't even scream through the pain; her body had gone into shock at the enormity of the violation.

Blaze dragged her cock back out. Blood dripped from the scarlet shafts, and the weird toxins in the spines moved through Lois Lane's system...muscles would relax, pain would dull. In time.

The demon would not give Lois that time.

It was a short, brutal fuck. The cock punched deep, and the reporter's cervix could not draw back in time. Her body lurched on top of Raven, and the poor 19-year-old daughter of Trigon was smacked in the face again and again, until she drooled around her fag, punchdrunk and near-****.

Blaze roared her triumph as for the second time in ten minutes, she unleashed her seed...

...and Lois Lane realized, as power flooded into her along with the tainted jizz, that she was going to have to save herself.

She sat up quickly, her ass pressed hard against Raven's head. The reporter's fingers were stretched out before her like claws, and Blaze would have laughed...until the nails slid into the scarlet skin. Perhaps for a moment pain flickered in those pure white eyes, without pupil or iris. Dull, uncomprehending pain as a sudden wave of weakness caused Blaze's legs to shake...and then Lois pulled, and the demon's chest came apart. Ribs cracked and sternum shattered, bits of bone tore up lungs so that now it was Blaze that couldn't scream. A final instinct told the demon to withdraw, but Lois Lane's legs closed around the demon and kept that prick firmly buried in her hungry snatch.

There was a foul, fetid black thing, in between the bright pink lungs. Call if a heart, if no other word would do. With her own hands, Lois tore the offensive organ from Blaze's chest and brought it to her numb mouth. It slithered down her throat like an oyster. Still alive.

What was left of Blaze collapsed backward. The body was dust before it hit the carpet.

Lois Lane found herself sitting on the face of Raven. She felt sick. She felt great. Shivered with uncontrolled power, and lust. No one else had seen what she had done. Zatanna and Power Girl were ****, Raven's eyes were swollen shut. Their gags and bonds had vanished with Blaze's...consumption. Batgirl still lay in the corridor, curled around her broken ribs.

The reporter eased herself off the heroine. She was good at stories...and she would need a good one for this. One hand grasped her stomach. The terrible weight of essence there. Blaze and Circe and Lois Lane, all mixed together. Somehow, Lois Lane knew, she had become something greater than what she was. A creature of hunger...and power...and secrets.

Her night was at an end...but a dark new life had just begun.