End: The Women Resist

The naked witches huddled within the circle said nothing. Lois Lane scowled. It had been a long night, and she could smell sex in the air. Her sealed pussy with its load full of demonic jizz itched. She wanted a douche, she wanted a fuck, she wanted to sit on Blaze's face for a while.

"Angie?" Lois said. "Make Lonny's dick hard again. I think he's going to be a daddy to four little brats."

It was a threat...good reporter, bad demon...and Lois hoped that Blaze realized it was an act. Black lightning crackled along Blaze's fingertips as Lonny's disembodied prick slipped out of Tonya's cunny...and Lois noted with relief that she couldn't actually see any cum oooze out of the young woman's slit. Lonny jerked and moaned as his flaccid member hardened again, and swooped around toward the next waiting cunt...

Lois Lane strolled around the circle as the women squirmed. Her eyes settled on Diana Reynolds...the oldest and most mature of the bunch. She would be the hardest one to break.

"Angie, babe?" Lois said. "Make her ovulate. I think they need triplets."

The air got greasy. Lois didn't even both to look at what Blaze was doing. She was focused on Diana Reynolds...and those eyes quavered as the hair rose all over her body, static electricity building up. The reporter allowed herself a cruel smile. Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper.

"You know, I don't care if you do tell us. It'll be fun to see you swell with child. No abortion clinic will take you. Put them up for adoption if you want. I'll just see to it that you're knocked up again. I'll have you birthing Lonny's babies for the rest of your miserable cunt life."

Sweat broke out on Diana's forehead...and then the cock squirmed against her thighs...

"Th-the sanctum sanctorum!" She muttered. "In our apartment. In the floor safe."

She gave the address...and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"Angie, give Lonny back his dick now," Lois said. "We're going to leave you bitches here until we get the book...and then you're free to go. Tonya, you might want a morning-after pill. The rest of you ladies might want to avoid contact with sperm for the next week."

With that, Lois and Blaze left. The demon put her hands on the reporter's shoulder...and the walls seemed to close in, pinching off the space in front of her. When they opened again, the two were on the street...fully dressed...and the demonic dickgirl pointed at an unfamiliar building.

"It's in there," she said. Her hand gripped the reporter's shoulder. "You were wonderful. I love it when you're nasty."

Lois Lane grinned. This whole night was crazy. She couldn't even explain why she had done some of the things she did, except that it had felt right at the time...and she had felt so alive doing it.

"What's going to happen?" Lois asked suddenly. Blaze looked back at her. Utterly human now, except for those eyes, pure white without pupil or iris. The secret smile on her lips.

"What do you want to happen, sweetmeat?"

The reporter sucked in her breath. Intellectually, she knew she should be alarmed by all that had happened. It was so unlike her, to sleep with someone out of the blue. To let them fuck her raw, to creampie her. She could be pregnant right now, or have some horrible disease. Then there was all that mess with those women...those witches...

"I think we're going to go upstairs and get that grimoire," Lois said. "Then we're going back to my apartment and you're going to eat my pussy."

The devil's grin grew a little wider, a little more natural.

"As you wish."

So they did.