End: Blaze Cums First

Lois Lane had a first-row seat as Blaze began to pant and huff. Her eyes grow more luminous, and a purple flush crossed the sharp read cheks and the bridge of her nose. The reporter held on for dear life as, in response to Supergirl's ministrations, the prostrate succubus began to whine like an animal...her two-foot tongue twirled and slopped at the reporter's pussy, less discriminate now, almost out of control. The reporter grinned as she realized what was about to happen...and she wanted to see it.

The moment Blaze lost it.

Because she really did lose it. Her whole body seemed to shudder and grew so taut that it actually began to quiver, the eyes burned so bright that they left afterimages on the reporter's vision, the tongue stabbed deep, the soft warm flesh filled the reporter's channel as though Lois had shoved an entire loofah into her cunt, determined to scrub each and every nook and cranny...and the expression on her face was of a woman that had lost all control of her body. Who found a moment of ultimate, sublime release...and then Lois Lane arched her back, pushed against the bed with her legs and shoved her slit right in the demon's face so that her whole head filled with the sight and smell of her cunt.

Blaze moaned so loud and deep that it sent a shiver up the reporter's spine...and the demon's lips latched onto the reporter and she sucked greedily at the quim in front of her, swallowed Lois Lane's juice as Supergirl rammed her fist in and out of the demon's gaping scarlet slot with the steady regularity of a machine built for fucking.

Lois Lane's own climax was a small one, by her measure of things—a gasp, a moan, her back stiff and buttocks clenched almost painfully tight...and then a collapse onto the bed, the demon's horned head in her lap...and the two of them looked at Supergirl.

The blue-eyed blonde paused in her fisting for a moment.

"What?" She asked, utterly innocent in that moment.

Not for long.

As the sun rose over Metropolis, Lois and Blaze were side-by-side, their tongues licking and lashing at Kara's pussy...and if the mere mortal's tongue wasn't as long or strong or thick, she was bolder and more eager to suck on Kara's clit, to kiss her inner thighs, and roll that perfect body over so that her tongue could explore between Kara's Kryptonian ass cheeks.

There was no better way, in Lois Lane's mind, for her night to end than with a writhing, screaming Supergirl cumming on her mouth. Even if she had to do it side-by-side with a sex-starved succubus.

As they lay there, utterly fulfilled for the moment, Lois Lane propped herself up on one elbow and stared at Blaze.

"You know, there had to be a better way to get us in bed than **** women and blackmailing me into taking Supergirl's virginity."

Blaze flashed her Mona Lisa smile, smug and triumphant. "But can you think of a way that would have been more fun?"