End: Blaze Cannot Hold It

Darkness. Silence. In the arms of her lover, the demon's warm breath against her neck, Lois Lane felt her body relax...preparing to sleep.

The demonic dick between her thighs twitched.

Lois had seen men wiggle their dicks. It was something to do with their abdominal muscles. When she was younger, Lois had laughed to see her lovers make their stiff pricks jump and dance. Especially when they made the hard pricks slap against their stomachs. She wondered, idly, as she faded off into dream, whether Blaze's cock twitched in her sleep, like a dog...

Twitch.

Twitch twitch.

Twitch twitch twitch twitch...

The reporter's brow furrowed as the cock continued to jerk, rubbing against her labia.

"Blaze? Babe?" Lois said. "What are you doing?"

"Nothin'." Blaze said. For the queen of lies, she sounded like a teenager who had just ordered a pizza using her mother's credit card.

"Really? Because if feels like you're rubbing your cock against my cunt," Lois said, dryly. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Sorry, sorry." Blaze said.

Twitch.

"Blaze..." Lois sighed.

"I can't help it!" Blaze said. "You're too hot!"

"Can't you just go jerk off in the bathroom or something?" Lois said.

"No. Utterly impossible," Blaze's hand shifted, sliding up the reporter's body to cup one of her breasts, thumb and forefinger finding a soft, small nipple and rolling it back and forth. "I've taken a vow. Can't cum anywhere except in your pussy from now on."

The tone was playful, and Lois couldn't help but smile, even through her exhaustion and irritation. The reporter couldn't remember the last time that she had shared a bed with anyone this perpetually horny. It was almost sweet...but Lois knew she needed her sleep.

"Okay," the reporter said with a sigh, and raised one leg. "One quick creampie. But then we sleep, right? Last sex of the night."

In answer, the demon's mouth latched onto the reporter's neck. Her red hips bucked and shifted, trying to guide the scarlet schlong into the wet and ready slit...and in the end, as the leaking head smeared precum along her thighs, Lois Lane had to reach down and guide the throbbing organ into her.

How did it come to this? Lois wondered, thinking back to the beginning of her night out, determined only to find those missing women, and...and maybe that was it. Had she been saving herself for Superman, all this long while? Starved herself of sex? If she had made other choices, would she have not ended up right here, in bed, getting speared from behind by a horny devil?

The reporter's breath came in quick pants. Her fingers rubbed at her clit as Blaze squeezed her tits, the demon's long tongue flicking out to lick the salty sweat from the hollow of Lois Lane's throat. It was hard to think about anything when an attentive, eager lover was devoting all of their own attention to you...

...and somehow Lois Lane knew that, despite what she had said earlier, neither she nor Blaze was getting much sleep this night.