Blaze Stays By Her Side

On the couch, Lois had a troubled sleep. Her body was on fire, sweating and shivering. Her tummy rumbled, cramping and bloated. Fever dreams troubled her, half-forgotten phantasms that made her whimper and cringe. Finally, in the wee hours, when the noise of the club had died away, she woke.

Her eyes felt hot, almost molten inside her head. The fever hadn't broken, not yet. The violet eyes adjusted to the almost absolute darkness of the office...and the reporter realized she was resting her head on Angelica Blaze's thigh. Using the dickgirl as a pillow.

"Blaze?" she whispered, curling her legs and rubbing her ankles together. Her pants were off, legs naked, skin hot but she was somehow chilly too. "Angelica?"

The dickgirl was breathing slowly, steadily. Lois looked up at her, little more than a silhouette in the darkness. Head tilted over the back of the couch, chest moving steadily. Asleep.

Most of her. Lois could smell the cock, standing tall and proud, only an inch from her head. That delicious scent, so masculine...the hard length of it a tower of darkness that the reporter could only stare at in wonder.

All night, Blaze had stayed right by the reporter's side. Hadn't touched her at all. Lois ran a tongue over dry lips, feeling a wet heat between her legs. What happened next didn't feel like a concrete decision at all. Just...something that needed to happen.

Quiet as she could be, Lois slipped off the couch. Angelica sat there, head back, cock standing tall. She moved forward, sliding her legs on either side of the dickgirl's thighs. Reached back with her hand to find the tip of that swollen shaft, and guide it to the mouth of her pussy.

Shivered, breath hot in her lungs, **** not to wake her lover as she sank down.

Maybe it was the darkness. Or the unnatural heat flowing through her body. She expected it to feel bigger, or...something. But her pussy enveloped the cock as though they were made to be together. Which, Lois supposed, they had been.

Before her buttocks touched Blaze's thighs, Lois was rising again. It wasn't about depth, not right now. It was about movement. She began to bounce on the hard cock. In the darkness, she began to pant.

It wasn't about pleasure, exactly. The impossible heat inside her body demanded relief. The heat in her cunt could not be denied. The woman knew that she couldn't waste this moment...she was ovulating. She could be releasing multiple eggs. There was a sense of urgency there, of need. To not fuck would mean those eggs would never be fertilized.

Lois grabbed the back of the couch, just above Angelica's shoulders. Her tits were bouncing as she drew herself up and down on the **** dickgirl, though no one could see it. Her climax was coming fast, faster than ever, but it wasn't just herself orgasming that Lois wanted...she wanted to feel the cock spurt inside of her, all that seed pumped into her pussy where it would splash against her cervix, get sucked up into her womb, where the eggs were waiting...waiting...

"Baby...baby..." The reporter panted. Everything else seemed to shake to unimportance. Cock in cunt. Cum in cunt. To make a baby...

When Blaze opened her eyes, they were pure white, with no pupil or iris. They glowed softly, seeming bright in the darkness. Lois saw the horns jutting from her brow then, the features a little darker, a little sharper...and hands slid over the reporter's ass and squeezed, drawing Lois down into her lap.

She mumbled something, as her hips began to bump up and down, driving the cock in farther and harder. A warm wetness filled the reporter's pussy, and she knew, somehow just knew, what had just happened.

The dickgirl pressed her face forward, between the woman's breasts. Lois couldn't make out her words, but she thought it was something like...

"As you wish."