End: Blaze Decides To Permanently Mark Lois With Her Sperm

The dickgirl let her cock flop against the reporter's stomach. Her hands grabbed Lois Lane's ass and she stood...and then gently laid Lois down on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

"No, no busting your ass or fisting your pussy tonight. I have another idea. Grab my dick," Angelica Blaze said. "And jerk my off."

With her left hand, the dickgirl grabbed what was left of the reporter's outfit and tore it off her body. Lois winced...but was glad that her own clothes were safely up in the locker room. Naked on the table, her legs dangling over the side, her ass right on the edge so that she could feel the heat of Angelica Blaze's balls on her labia, Lois half sat-up so she could stroke that cock with both hands.

Blaze watched her, those dark eyes drinking in the sight of the reporter's naked body. The scroll was still there, in her right hand. The reporterlet her hands roam up and down the dick, fingers locked into little circles, making she she ran them over the glans again and again while the other tugged at the base of that dick, slick with her own pussy juices.

"What are you, really?" Lois asked

The dickgirl smiled....and then her form shivered, as in the hot air above a black highway in summer...and when it ceased, the figure that Lois Lane was jerking off bore little resemblance to humanity. Her skin was the form of fresh blood on parchment, and dark horns curled up from that wide brow. The dark pools of her eyes were now deep pits, and when the eyes opened in them they were pure white, without pupils or iris, and glowed with a soft internal light. The rest of the body was lithe and lean almost to the point of emaciation...bones and muscles showed beneath the skin, the breasts smaller even than the reporter's own.

The smile was the same.

"I am Blaze, Queen of Hell," the demon said. "And you, Lois Lane, are bound to me, by your own word and your own blood. Keep to the terms of our contract, and I will keep to mine. Your womb will never know the touch of my seed, though all the rest of you may be defiled and your name preserved...and I will shower you with riches, and show you pain and pleasure you have never dreamed."

Lois processed that, not sure how to react to such an announcement...and then she felt the demon's testicles jump, the hips twitch, and Lois recognized the very male response and redoubled her efforts, stroking the cock faster and faster, glad to have that Satanic semen on the outside of her body and not the inside.

Blaze's hips jerked. Her nostrils flared. Lois felt the balls rub against her pussy, and she felt the excitement build—could smell it in the air, that impossible to fake masculine musk. A part of her trembled with excitement, willing her contractual sexual partner to cum.

Her grunt was like a soft thunderclap...and the jet-black pearls that burst out of the end of her crimson cock caught Lois Lane by surprise. The reporter was so shocked she let go of the dick, which sputtered and spurted, the black jizz, easily twice as much as any of her previous lovers, erupting into a pool on her lower abdomen, to mingle into her pubic hair.

Lois Lane found herself gasping...and then she froze, her heart suddenly stopped.

The black jizz seeped into her skin...and the skin left behind was blood red, the exact same color as Blaze's own demonic hide.

"What...what the hell?" Lois reached down and rubbed at the blood red spot on her belly button. It didn't come off.

"A demon's cum marks its subject...permanently," Blaze said. "It's called a witch's mark. Don't worry, it will cause no harm for you...and we'll be careful from now on, where I cum, won't we?"

"You!" Lois sputtered, not sure what to say.

"Yes. I. Do you really think a deal with the devil would be without consequence, sweetmeat?" Blaze's smug smile grew wide as she stood up. A single dark drop of demonic dickjuice hung off the glans. "Now, suck me clean. Unless you want the next load to go into your tight little cunt."

Lois Lane's hands balled into fists. Anger flared through her...and then, as she stared at the one-eyed serpent pointed toward her, resignation. She had done this herself, with her foolish choices tonight...and she knew well what the consequences would be if she refused to suck that demonic dick.

So the reporter sat up and opened her mouth, hoping the drop of jizz wouldn't stain her tongue or teeth as she carefully drew her lips wide...

That night out, Lois Lane would return to her home, having sold a part of herself. The money would be in her account, but she would take no pleasure from the sudden windfall. Blaze had given her the numbers of the women who had gone missing...now working as her whores, of course. Lois wondered if they had made their own deals with the Satanic shemale, and whether they had been more clever than she had been in negotiating them...and whether they too carried the mark of Blaze's cum on their bodies, as she did.