End: Blaze Can Go Another Round

Angelica Blaze turned around, leaned her ass against the table. Her cock had dipped a little. There was a white drop at the end of her swollen penis. She held up the shot glass, full of cum. The Mona Lisa smile was gone now, something more like pride as she held it out to Lois.

The reporter could still taste Angelica's ass. She was almost face-to-face with that cock, and the burn between her legs was real. Her past self had left that note, but Lois wondered if she had truly meant that she should fear this dickgirl, this eight-inch long cock with its apparently limitless supply of semen.

"I could probably manage one more shot," Angelica said. Her nose crinkled. "But I don't know where I'd put it."

Lois took a deep breath. She could smell the semen. On instinct, she grabbed the shot glass and brought it toward her lips. The reporter didn't normally like the taste of semen. It was bitter, salty, like a shot of soy sauce with traces of urine, with the bouquet of an overripe cheese. This was all of that...yet there was more than that. A sort of savory flavor on her tongue. The thickness was unreal, a liquid grey film that clung to her back teeth and coated her tongue and throat. Oddly familiar.

The reporter licked her lips.

"I think I might have a place," Lois said. She took a deep breath, and remembered that buried somewhere in her sex supplies, little bottles of lube and spermicidal jellies, there was a plain latex rubber. "I have a condom...in the bedroom. I don't know if it'll fit."

Blaze raised an eyebrow. "You're sure? I mean, I'm keen on it, but you were pretty adamant before...and I wouldn't want to take advantage."

Lois gnawed her lip. In truth, the note bothered her. But hadn't they already had sex in a sense? She'd eaten Angelica's ass. And the dickgirl seemed okay if she said "no," which reassured Lois Lane enough to want to say "yes..."

"Yes," Lois said on gut instinct. She took Angelica's hand, and saw that the cock was still there.

The reporter sat on the bed, the bottomless dickgirl stood before her, hands behind her back as Lois fished out the condom. It was older than the reporter remembered...she hadn't had anything with a cock in her bedroom in months, and the condom was older than that, back of the drawer, maybe a year, maybe older. It was for an average-sized man, and Blaze was not that. With thumb and forefinger Lois pressed the latex rim against head...carefully rolled it back, the reservoir tip limp and silly looking.

Once she began to unroll it, the latex was almost transparent, the cock wrapped tight...maybe too tight. Lois got six inches of the dick covered. That left the last two inches blank, but that would do.

"Are you okay with it like this?" Angelica said.

"It'll be fine," Lois undid her robe. She shivered, strangely excited by how natural it was to be naked in front of Blaze. "Come on. Please."

The dickgirl pulled off her shirt. Small breasts, pinky puffy nipples, utterly unexpected, like unripe strawberries. Hard abs, exquisitely sculpted. Lois spread her thighs, the ultimate invitation.

Angelica dropped to one knee. Planted a kiss on the reporter's stomach, just below the navel. Another, and another. Warm palms rubbed the reporter's thighs. Lois gasped as those lips fastened on her clit, sucked...oh, it felt like she sucked hard, and Lois Lane's heart leaped. Then Angie rose...hand-walked over Lois on the bed. The hot, wrapped length of the cock pressed against the reporter's cunny.

"Put me in you," Angelica said, as she stared into Lois Lane's violet eyes. The reporter could see herself mirrored in those dark depths. Her hands fumbled down...the cock was so hot, so hard. She could feel the spring-like tension as she bent it down, even an inch. Maneuvered it to the entrance to her tunnel. Gasped as just like that, the head was inside of her...and Blaze pushed forward.

...and all then all the memories came back, in one terrible flood. Lois Lane's eyes widened. She could almost feel the cock inside of her swell, the latex rip and tear. Too tight, too much inside of her, and Angelica Blaze smiled as her human form faded away in a sudden blur. So that Lois stared upwards at the pure white eyes without pupil or iris, set in a face as red as blood, the dark horns mere inches from the reporter's forehead.

"Damnation," Lois managed. "You are good."

The scarlet succubus smiled. "You made me work for it."

Lois lay there as her heart thundered. Fear warred with lust. The magnitude of her defeat sank down on her. She had lost.

"Don't worry, my love," Blaze's voice was husky now, the accent thick. She moved forward, to drive the cock deeper, and Lois could almost feel the broken condom peel off. "And no, love is not denied to us. There are still pleasures that await us both..."

The kiss was everything Lois had wanted, when she was a young woman that dreamed of kisses. Passionate. Hot. A single wet breathe shared back and forth. Lips locked together. Tongues twisted against each other. It lasted so long, Lois barely felt the warm, wet spunk that dripped out of her cunny like hot oil.

Blaze broke the kiss with a sigh.

"...and I've decided to release the other women. After all, I only need one cockslave...for all my needs."

The hot cum pooled at the base of the reporter's cunt. Her body shook as it recognized its master. Lois Lane knew she had lost...and lost badly...

...but as the night ended, a part of her could not but think maybe it had all been worth it.