Cuddle Less Awkwardly

They hugged each other, breast to breast, sweaty and sticky and joined at the crotch. Stared into each other's eyes. Tasted each other's breath. Unable to quit their smiles.

"So...about those women," Lois panted, when she could speak again.

"I think they're going to get their milk," Blaze said, a stupid grin plastered on her face. "If that didn't knock you up, then your womb is utterly impregnable."

"Do they really need mother's milk," Lois Lane's eyes narrowed above her smile, "Or was that all an excuse to muss me up?"

"Wellll..." the demon's grin grew wider. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did," the reporter acknowledged, and squeezed her pussy. It squelched. "Now let them go."

"Or what?"

"Not 'or what,'" Lois said, as she moved her arm to run a thumb along Blaze's left horn. "But 'and how.'"

"And how...?" Blaze's smile faltered.

"Let them go," Lois moved forward and kissed the tip of the demon's nose. "And how am I going to fuck you next?"

"Oh," the pure white eyes blinked. No doubt there were complex calculations going on regarding the merits of whether or not to lie to Lois, or to let the women go, or any of a thousand other plots.

Lois reached down and pinched the demon's left nipple as hard as she could.

"Done!" Blaze squeaked. "They're all free, coming back to their senses, will return to their old lives, you can probably find them in the morning."

"Good girl," Lois kissed the corner of her mouth. "Now...what say we try for twins?"

"Humans don't work like that," Blaze said, then kissed her back.

"Oh, I'm sure you can think of something..."