End: A Mild Concussion...And A Slight Case of Amnesia

"Angie?" Lois Lane said, her exhausted cock flopping down, dripping spunk. "Babe? Are you okay?"

The demon pulled her head out of the broken wall...there was a visible crack now running through the cement...and while it was hard to tell in a scarlet succubus whose eyes were pure white with no pupil or iris, Blaze had the kind of stunned look on her face that made Lois think she was cross-eyed.

Instantly, Lois helped the naked succubus back into the bed, propping up pillows behind her head. Blaze lay very still, almost...shy. She blinked, breathed, rubbed her legs, cum oozing out of both holes. Then she asked a question.

"You...called me Angie. Is that...my name?" the demon asked.

Lois, not sure what else to do, who to call, just nodded. "Yes. Angelica Blaze. That's who you are. Don't you remember?"

The red eyelids closed over her eyes. Blaze grimaced, reached up to rub her temples.

"N-no. It...hurts. I don't...where am I?" she asked.

"My apartment," Lois said. "We uh...we were making love. I guess things got a little too rough. You hit your head. I think...you might have a concussion."

Blaze opened her eyes, raised her head. Her fingers dipped down to her pussy and scooped out a fingerful of jizz.

"W-wow. You really...filled me up," Blaze said with a kind of smile. "I could get pregnant from this..."

Lois Lane took a deep breath, not sure how far she wanted to push this. If Blaze really did have amnesia, it would be wrong to take advantage of her. On the other hand, it could be a way to reform her. If the demon was this mild...

"That was the idea," Lois said with a smile. "We, uh...we were thinking of maybe having a kid. You really don't remember anything?"

The demon shook her head. "No. The pain is fading. But I don't...I don't really remember...things." The scarlet succubus grimaced.

"Maybe I should call a doctor," Lois offered. "You hit that wall really hard. You might have a concussion. You probably shouldn't go to sleep right now. I'll just..."

The reporter moved to slip off the bed...but Blaze's hand closed around the naked reporter's wrist.

"No! Don't...don't leave me," Blaze said. She licked her lip. "I...I know something we can do to keep me awake..."

Which is how Lois Lane found herself straddling Blaze's chest, the tip of her cock touching the hollow where sternum and clavicles met. The scarlet succubus smiled as Lois lifted the aching, soft prick like a pink worm toward the demon's lips. In response, Blaze smiled.

"Hey little guy," she breathed. "You look yummy."

The reporter shook her head, unable to believe how completely Blaze's personality had changed...and wondering when, if ever, she would go back to being her evil self. Or what she would do when the demon did regain her memories and old personality. Yet as a long tongue slid out to wrap around her dick and drag it into Blaze's mouth, as the cheeks hollowed and the suction took hold of her prick...Lois Lane realized she wasn't in any rush.

It had been a strange night out, and as Lois Lane reflected on all the decisions she had made, she wondered what might have happened if she had chosen differently at various points...but right now, getting her cock sucked by an amnesiac succubus felt like a better ending than most.