End: After One Quick Stop

"Yeah, okay," the former demon said.

Lois got dressed. She gave Blaze her jacket and panties, letting the demonic cum run down her thighs inside the tight red pants.

"I've got...clothes and stuff. In my office." The former demon said. She couldn't quite get her dick inside the panties, and the jacket was too short to cover it up. It was so ridiculous to see that Lois would have laughed...except it was sexy, too.

So they took the elevator up. Blaze stood close to her as the doors opened, and without asking slipped her arm in Lois Lane's own. The reporter was surprised to feel the dickgirl trembling. Arm in arm, they exited into the busy club.

Nervous energy ran through Blaze, who veered out of the way of everyone else who came close. Who clutched at Lois a little tighter whenever a heavy shoe came near her bare feet. Lois noticed that she didn't seem to mind half of her cock hanging out of her panties, or the appraising eyes on her exposed ass and legs. It was just the loss of power...the vulnerability.

The security guard looked at them strangely as Blaze pushed through the employee-only's door. Past boxes of booze and down a corridor to a door that opened at a touch. The reporter followed her lover into a bit of faded opulence. Dark wood walls, rich blue carpet faded. A great slab of a desk, and a marble-topped bar.

"You can have a drink if you want," Blaze said. "I need to clean everything out. I don't...I don't think I can hang onto this place, without my powers. I was keeping the police out, and the gangsters. Without my magic I can't...I can't..."

The newborn human hunched over the desk. She shivered like a leaf. Tears dripped onto the hard surface. Lois came up behind her and wrapped the dickgirl in a hug.

"It's okay, babe. It's going to be okay. Just an adjustment is all. You'll see. Being human isn't so bad. You still want to fuck me, right?"

Blaze sniffed. "Y-yeah."

"See? You've got that to look forward to. Now get your stuff together."

Lois thought about a drink...then thought about being pregnant and decided against it. Blaze found a pair of black jeans to go over her naked legs, clean black socks and a pair of sneakers. A leather suitcase appeared, in which she dropped a laptop and smartphone. A moment's fiddling in a drawer revealed a safe. Two moments after that, the former demon dropped an enveloped on top of the laptop, and then was stuffing every spare inch of the suitcase with cash. Profits, the reporter decided, from the bar.

"Do you have...any ID?" Lois asked.

"Y-yeah," Blaze wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. "Birth certificate, state ID, all of that. My cover identity. Angelica Blaze."

"Legal?" Lois raised an eyebrow.

"Perfectly. Attended an orphanage that burned down," the dark eyes looked at her as she struggled to close the latches on the suitcase. "Why?"

"Might be useful if we ever decide to get married, is all."

Angelica Blaze paused. A flush burned across her cheeks. The tip of her cock poked up from the waistband of her jeans.

"I...you...me..."

"Later," Lois said. She picked up the suitcase. It was surprisingly heavy. "Let's go home."

They took a cab. Blaze huddled close. Stared at her hands. Lois wondered what she was feeling. Thinking.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"It's just so...limiting." The woman sighed, and put her head in her hands. "You don't know what it was like. I was...I had more senses. I could feel the tides of magic around me, smell the perfume of a woman across the room, the pressure of the Subtle Realms as the Old Ones stirred, the sins stirring in the souls around me...I...I was my power. Now I'm just...this sack of meat."

Lois reached down to cup the dickgirl's crotch. Felt the heavy testicles crammed into the tight jeans, and rubbed them through the heavy fabric. Heard the former demon moan.

"Welcome to the human condition," she said. "But you'll get used to it. There are still things to enjoy. Chocolate. Coffee. Cunt."

The dickgirl raised her head. The eyes were full of tears.

"You won't leave me, will you?" She said. "I...I can still..."

"Hush, babe," Lois said, as she gave the balls a firm squeeze. "Hey, we're here."

The doorman at the apartment building had seen worse than Angelica Blaze walk through his door, and Lois noticed her eyes trace their asses as they entered. Well, let him look. This one was hers.

On the elevator ride up to her floor, Lois reflected on her sudden proprietary urges. Angelica was hers. She knew it in her heart. Former demon that she might be, she was also the father of whatever was growing in the reporter's belly. And there was something so...**** about her now. And sexy. Lois couldn't really see herself through Blaze out on the street.

No, the reporter decided, I want to keep her.

"Angelica B. Lane," Lois said out loud, tasting the way it sounded. Blaze stared at her, and Lois couldn't tell what she was thinking...but the head of her cock had slipped over the waistband again.

"We'll have to go shopping tomorrow," Lois said. "Get you some clothes."

"Not tonight?" Blaze said, as she followed the reporter into the apartment.

"You don't need clothes tonight."

Lois set the suitcase down on the kitchen table. Began to strip as she walked toward the bedroom. Angelica followed her like an eager puppy. By the time they reached the bed, the reporter was naked; her lover was wearing only the reporter's black lace panties, which hugged her balls as the cock jutted out, rigid as an iron bar.

"I'm sorry I...couldn't get hard earlier," the dickgirl said.

"Don't be sorry, babe," Lois said as she laid back on the bed. The reporter brought her legs up, grabbed behind her knees and pulled until they came almost to her shoulders. "Just...fuck me."

With almost pathetic eagerness, Angelica crawled onto the bed. Bent her hard cock so that it would slip inside the reporter's folds, still sticky with the demon's cum...and slammed it forward with a **** need that made the reporter's cunt water.

Whatever power she had lost, Angelica Blaze had lost none of her sexual skill—and before long she and Lois were both panting and moaning. The great balls pounded against the reporter's ass, the head of the cock pushed deep, scratching the itch inside of Lois Lane's pussy. Despite the fact that she was already knocked up, Lois could see by the **** energy of the dickgirl's pounding that she was going to fuck the reporter like she was trying to impregnate her all over again.

Which suited Lois just fine.

She liked the way the thick cock stretched her cunt. The single-minded need on Blaze's face as she grabbed the reporter's ankles and pushed her legs back farther, **** to dump her cum as deep in the reporter's cunt as possible. The fireworks that seemed to go off in her head as she came, cunt clenching on the pounding, pistoning prick. The look of absolute bliss on Angelica's face as she gave one, two, three more strokes and then held her dick inside of Lois and let go. The reporter almost came again, just to feel the hot spurt of fresh seed in her already-packed pussy.

They collapsed, panting. Lois laid a hand on her stomach, wondering how much longer they could enjoy such athletic sex before her belly made it impossible. She eyed the dick, which was drooling a bit of seed on Blaze's stomach. Licked her lips.

Maybe it wasn't love. Not yet. Maybe it was foolishness to think that they could make it work. Lois shifted herself on the bed, lifted the flagging cock in one hand and brought it to her mouth. Lips closed over the head. The cum of the former demon was salty, but surprisingly sweet. Unbidden, Lois ran her tongue around the head, her hand gently pumping the shaft.

Lois Lane's night out was over. Her night in had just begun. What the future would bring, she had no idea...but she knew that right here, and right now, she wanted what they had together. One story at an end...and another about to begin.