End: Blaze Is Her Fucktoy

"Uggh!" Angelica Blaze squealed, as she experienced her first orgasm as a human. Lois Lane rode on top of the supine dickgirl, already planning how they were going to get clothes and get out of there. It occurred to her just then that Blaze was entirely within her power—no magic, no money, no ID—if she wandered out onto the streets naked, she could be ****. If the police picked her up, she'd probably be accused of being an illegal alien—or insane, if she actually started babbling about being a demon.

No, the reporter decided, as the limp prick fell out of her squishy cunt, Blaze will have to stay with me for the foreseeable future. Which means setting up a few ground rules.

Lois stood up, her pussy dripping with Blaze's goo.

"Eat your spunk out of my cunt," the reporter ordered.

The dickgirl hesitated. Big dark eyes focused on the jizz dripping out of the reporter's slot, her broad brow furrowed at the commanding tone of Lois Lane's voice.

"Angie," Lois said, forcing her voice to be more gentle. "You need me. And I'm going to help you. But you need to do what I say, okay? To start off with, that means you need to come over her and eat the cum out of my pussy."

Blaze still hesitated. She licked her lips. Yet she wasn't stupid, or naive. She knew what awaited her without Lois's help...or maybe she was just feeling a loss of confidence to go along with the loss of her powers. Lois decided to help that along a little.

"If I whisper your name to Superman, he'll throw you in prison, human or not."

The former demon paled.

"What kind of prison do you think you're going to go to, with a cock and a pussy? What do you think would happen to you there?" Lois pressed. The reporter reached down and spread her labia with her fingers. A big glob of cum spattered on the floor between her feet. "I need you to trust me, and I need you to do what I say. That starts here. So come on."

Hesitantly, Blaze moved forward. She looked strangely fragile, sticking out her tongue to taste her own jizz...and then, maybe, some of the old confidence crept back in. This wouldn't be the first time she'd eaten out a cream-filled cunny, after all. Lois ruffled her hair as the dickgirl got into the spirit of the thing, her tongue lapping at the entrance to Lois Lane's canal, not slobbering but slurping up all the creamy goo.

"This cock," Lois said. "Is mine, you understand? Mine alone. I won't let you fuck anyone else but me. You're going to be my private fucktoy...and I will keep your balls drained on a regular basis. I'm going to find you some clothes, and we're going to go to my home, and it's going to be your home too. You and me and eventually the baby. I'll get you ID. Make you a citizen. I'll feed you and clothe you and house you and..."

Lois hesitated. She almost used the L-word.

"...and in return, you have to stay true to me, and do what I say. Okay?"

Blaze stared up at the reporter. There was understanding in those big dark eyes. Resignation. And perhaps...maybe...a twinkle of exictement. Tongue still half-buried in the reporter's twat, the former demon mumbled:

"Ogaygh."

They left the Black Door behind them. Lois was able, with the cash she had on her, to buy enough clothes off the clubbers upstairs to make Angelica decent enough to walk the streets of Metropolis. The cab took credit cards, and Lois bundled her new fucktoy into the back...and was a little surprised when Blaze cuddled up next to her. Lois put her arm around the dickgirl.

"What's the matter?" Lois asked.

"Being human is so...cold," Blaze said.

"Well," Lois said, rubbing her fucktoy's arm. "It'll be warmer when we get home. Nothing is quite like two naked bodies beneath the sheets..."

It was not how Lois Lane expected her night to end. She had set off to find four missing women...and had ended up with the demon they'd sold their souls to as her powerless fucktoy.

Her well-hung fucktoy.

Her well-hung fucktoy that had gotten her pregnant.

Her well-hung fucktoy that had gotten her pregnant and now whose very life she held in her hands...

The reporter smiled. It was strange to think about how suddenly your life could change, in a single night.