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by Zeebop

Chapter 21

After the baby came the placenta. The demon dealt with that, quietly and efficiently, while mother and child lay back against the pillows in the bed. The exhausted reporter watched the scarlet succubus pick up the book and place it out of the way on a bookshelf, before crawling b...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

The studio was a converted loft. Bare wood beams, easy-to-wipe couches, mattresses with plastic covers. Brit's friend was, surprisingly, a woman. Murphy was one of those short women with a chip on their shoulder. Red hair, fake tits, freckles, bags under her eyes, glasses that we...

by Zeebop

Chapter 23

Lois Lane slid in past the security guards. Not as Lizzie Long—though she could feel the reflex to bring Lizzie out and let her play, in this environment of tight young bodies on the dance floor—but those big breasts and big butt, those tattoos and piercings, would draw too much...

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Chapter 20

Lois Lane stayed behind the mirrored glass as Rose addressed the cultists. There was a good bit of back-and-forth, but the berobed dickgirls listened carefully as they wiped the last of their cum off their cocks... "Okay," one of the cultists said. "We'll take you to Blaze. She'...

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Chapter 16

Lois Lane still remembered her first cock. Not the moment her hymen broke, because that had come from an ill-advised attempt to do a handstand on a balance beam, but the first time another human being had held her in thier arms, guided their stiff prick to her snatch, and then ro...

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Chapter 19

With effortless strength, the demon pulled th reporter off of her dick. The reporter made a moan of disappointment, but then squealed as Blaze buried th tips of her fingers into the reporter's broken cocklet and pulled them wide. The reporter's hands grabbed at the sheets and her...

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Chapter 17

Maybe if the small-cocked reporter hadn't sounded so damn needy. That's what Raven told herself afterwards, as she ruminated on what she had done. It was always easier to think rationally after she'd bust her nut. Yet in the moment leading up to it, with her tongue dipped in Lois...

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Chapter 20

The reporter stumbled forward in the dark, the stone thing weighing heavy inside her pelvis. Her breathing grew ragged, inhaling heavily, sweat dripping down her. It felt to Lois Lane as though the weight was dragging at her crotch, threatening to burst out with each step. She s...

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Chapter 19

Crimson hands made mystic passes above the shallow pool. The black waters were still, with an almost mirror-like quality, like liquid obsidian...but reflected on that surface was not the horned image of the demon Blaze, but of a woman, grasping her abdomen in pain, wandering thro...

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Chapter 20

The dressed stone walls gave way to a tunnel that seemed rougher...more natural. Some ancient waters had smoothed the stone, had left the floor a series of graded steps. The ceiling narrowed, and the reporter, her stony burden pressing ever harder against the mouth of her womb, w...

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Chapter 17

Lois Lane picked up the knife. If it was a knife. The blade was flat and dull, with a rounded tip. She shined the light of the smartphone over it: the handle cast from cold, heavy metal in the shape of a nude, squatting woman, belly swollen, her tiny cleft little more than a notc...

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Chapter 15

Lois turned and stared in a face much like her own—only a few years younger, a couple inches shorter, with blonde hair, and her mother's eyes blue eyes. She was dressed for the club: sleeveless black t-shirt a size too long, stockings that could pass for leggings at a distance, s...

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Chapter 17

Lois Lane grunted as Doctor Mid-Nite poked and prodded with his fingers. Then the fingers departed, and he grabbed a tool from the surgical tray...a long, thin, flat piece of metal. He carefully lubricated this as the reporter frowned in discomfort and pain, the stone prick grind...

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Chapter 12

Lois was gasping, eyes closed, lost in the moment, feeling her climax building, sweat dripping off her body, impaling herself further and further on the demonic statue's cok, so close to cumm— "Oh my sweet Satan." The reporter froze, cunt clamping on cock so hard it hurt. She o...

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Chapter 13

The young woman's eyes were very wide, almost innocent-looking. Lois smiled. "Well, as you can see I've got it started, but there's still parts of it I can't quite reach. If you could..." "Oh!" The cultist said, smiling gently. She placed her slim hands on Lois Lane's shoulders...

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Chapter 14

Her face was locked in a primal grimace of pain. The reporter's pussy was at its limit, spread wide, the head of the stone shaft pressed against the end of her tunnel. She was sure that any more, and her vagina would tear, the mighty stone phallus breaking through into her guts.....

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Chapter 15

Lois Lane grinned. She was in too deep already. All she could do now was to tough it out, and hope her pussy would hold. After all, if a baby could squeeze its broad head through a woman's hips, she must be able to stretch far enough to take this thing. At least, that's what she...

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Chapter 16

The statue moved backward, hidden counterweights shifting its immense weight and carrying Lois away from the acolyte. The reporter breathed a sigh of relief that the young woman was no longer pushing Lois back, letting her ease up a little on the cock. Bright pain still ran throu...

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Chapter 20

"So..." Lois said, the young acolyte's squirt dripping from her lips. "...I have to tell you something." She took it well, all things considered. No histrionics, no screaming for help or threats to go tell 'the Mistress.' They got dressed in their street clothes and left through...

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Chapter 10

Lois Lane grimaced, feeling the stone prick stretch her pussy. It wasn't so bad when she was staying still..but she knew that if she had any hope of actually finding the hidden switch, she would have to move. So she started to grind, very slowly, back and forth. The reporter clo...