Blaze Tinkers With Past, Present, & Future

As the scarlet succubus rode Lois Lane's prick, her sloppy pussy squelching with every roll of her hips, another part of the demon's being pulled away from the figure on the bed...the eternal, immortal spirit of Blaze that ran like a red burning thread through the river of time. From outside of time, Blaze could see the point of her contact with Lois Lane's own life-thread...a pale violet line that ran from her birth to her ****...and with infinite care and gentleness, the demon began to twine those threads together, careful not to upset too much the reporter's original lifeline.

Lois Lane, moaning and bucking, her aching cock ready to explode inside of the demonic dame riding the reporter's rigid prick, did not see as the dust slowly disappeared, the piled laundry faded, fresh food filled a perpetually empty fridge, and her calendar reflected appointments with doctors and dentists, the better to keep herself healthy. Pictures of Superman and clippings of newspaper articles involving the Man of Steel vanished from the wall. As the ripples of Blaze's manipulations caught up with the moment, a second toothbrush appeared in the bathroom, small dark dresses squeezed into Lois Lane's closet, a second pair of black shoes on the shoe rack by the entranceway, a feather duster in the hall closet, polish under the sink for the silverware...

"Did you have a nice night out, miss?" Blaze said as her spirit sank back down into the present. One finger circled the reporter's hard nipple. "You're so...urgent...tonight!"

The dickgirl reporter blinked, as if seeing Angelica for the first time. The demon was no longer naked; she wore a short black dress with a white apron, a white lace headband tucked behind her horns. The scarlet-skinned maid who had slipped into Lois Lane's life months ago, and not longer after that into her bed. She hadn't been shocked at all at the surprise between Lois Lane's legs...in fact, she had been enthusiastic about it. After all...Blaze needed cum to survive, and Lois had jizz to spare...and now it was if they were made for each other. When Lois got hard, Angelica got wet...and there were days when her live-in servant always seemed to be wet, and Lois spent her days at the Daily Planet perpetually hard, barely able to concentrate on her work, always distracted.

Tonight...there was something about tonight, like a gap in the reporter's memory. Lois had gone out to the club to find those missing women. She hadn't found any evidence of where they'd disappeared to, but something had driven her home, to the apartment they shared. When Lois came home and saw Angelica Blaze making the bed...bent over in that ridiculously short skirt, her crimson ass bare...Lois couldn't control herself. She remembered the game they had played, and the promise she had made to Blaze.

Twenty-one years of tapping this ass! Lois thought, oblivious to all else as her hips bucked. Ready to send yet another steaming load into that hungry cunt.

Sometimes, she couldn't believe her luck.

Then the demonic maid stopped moving. She squeezed her lover's cock tight with just her pussy muscles, and leaned low over the naked reporter. Curiosity burned in those eyes, as it had for months. There were nights when Blaze kept her up into the wee hours with questions, all while stroking her cock to hardness...and as those pussy muscles squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, the reporter feeling the latest load ready to explode out of her...Blaze brought her face right down to Lois Lane's and asked her "employer" a very important question.