End: Blaze Did Not Plan This Far Ahead

In her darkest dreams, Blaze had not imagined she would actually be able to inseminate Lois Lane on her night out. The possibility had seemed too fantastic, too remote and unfeasible. Even when she had plunged her prick into that tight twat, Blaze had been sure that any moment Superman was going to burst in, tear her cock and balls off, and fling the scarlet succubus into the sun. Or that the reporter's form would twist and change into that of one of Blaze's innumerable enemies.

Yet she had succeeded. Her black jizz even now was pooled before the reporter's cervix, the tampon keeping any of it from leaking out. Giving her sperm every chance to actually impregnate the reporter.

Why that was important to Blaze, even the demon could not admit to herself. Yet as she followed the swishing of Lois Lane's hips down the stairs to the Satanic ceremony already in progress, the demon knew she would do anything to achieve that goal.

So without a plan, thinking mostly with her dick, Blaze improvised.

Which is why the reporter came into the subterranean chapel just after the black mass, as the assembled coven was disrobing for the weekly orgy.

"Intruders! How dare you disturb our unholy baccha..." the lead cultist, a Goth who called herself Cunny Galore, began. Then she caught sight of Angelica Blaze, who loomed quietly over the reporter's shoulder. In a very brief telepathic exchange, the cultist became all smiles.

"...sorry, sorry, I get all in-character. Um, this is a private religious ceremony, if you wouldn't mind..."

"Mistress of the Dark, where's the crucifix carved into a dildo?" One of the cultists behind her called out.

"Check the cloakroom," Cunny Galore called back, over her shoulder. Then she turned back to Lois: "...ceremony is already in progress, if you wouldn't mind coming back later..."

"I'm looking for some women that have gone missing lately," Lois Lane said, and brushed past the lead cultist. "And don't worry, it won't be the first lesbian orgy I'm seen."

With a glance toward Blaze, Cunny Galore folded like a card table. The whole interview process actually went smooth as silk. Lois Lane didn't even blink at the fact that the women she was interviewing were horny twenty-somethings desperately humping and licking each other. Blaze felt a newfound respect for the reporter's skills.

She told Lois as much when they were walking away.

"Pfft, that was nothing," the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter said. "When I was a cub reporter, the only way to get an interview with this one oil magnate was to visit her in the buff at a nudist colony. And then she insisted on a follow-up at a nudist beach in the south of France! Personally, I think she just wanted me to eat her pussy, but I don't let just anybody get into my pants. Stop smiling."

Blaze had said nothing, but she found it hard not to keep a certain smug smile off of her face.

"And...thank you," Lois said. "I don't know if I would have found them down there. Or if they'd have talked to me if you weren't there."

"Me?" Blaze said.

"Oh, don't think I didn't see those glances. Those ladies were scared shit of you, Angelica Blaze. You must have quite the reputation!"

The demonic dickgirl coughed politely.

Lois Lane spun around suddently and poked a finger into Blaze's sternum.

"Tell me honestly—did you help me out tonight just to get a chance to fuck me again?"

Taken aback, Blaze swallowed.

"Er...yes?" Blaze said, utterly taken aback.

"Good," Lois Lane said. "Because I'm horny. And my pussy itches. I swear, it feels like your jizz is still in there. So we're going back to my place, and I'm going to have a glass of wine while you clean out my pussy with your tongue, and then I want something long and thick and hard to scrape my insides until I scream like a banshee."

Slightly dazed at this image, Blaze smiled again.

"I can do that!"

Like an overgrown puppy, the dickgirl followed Lois Lane all the way home. None of this was how the demon had planned it. Nor was it how Lois Lane had planned it. Chance and circumstance had guided their steps, from the first ejaculation to the last...and perhaps, in some grander and cosmic scheme, the two were mere pawns in some vast game, playing parts they did not understand.

All Blaze knew is that she would do anything to feel that tight twat grip her cock...and Lois Lane felt that itch inside that could only be soothed by a stiff prick sawing in and out of her slit. In that, at least, both of them got exactly what they wanted.