End: Blaze Owes Lois One More Orgasm

The crimson dickgirl levered herself up onto her arms. Her hair hung damp, so that her horns stood out sharply.

"Well then," the demon licked her lips. "I must pay my debt..."

Blaze's face came down, her mouth pressing against the reporter's own. Lois could feel the head of the limp prick against her lower abdomen. The demon gently tugged at the reporter's lower lip...but let it go to kiss Lois's chin. The reporter raised her chin, and the hungry mouth kissed its way down Lois's neck. Licked the salty sweat from the hollow of her throat, her collarbone...kiss down between the valley of her breasts.

A wet tongue slithered into the reporter's navel, and Lois laughed, and then groaned. Her abs ached, worse than if she had won a sit-up contest...and then she closed her eyes, because the kissed kept moving southward. Down through the cum-matted pubic hair. Until Blaze's tongue was sliding through her own still-warm and gooey jizz, the soft little muscle squeezing into the reporter's aching cuntlips, and Lois moaned and shivered a little as her pussy, fucked raw, was slowly and methodically eaten out.

Lois Lane had not had enough oral sex in her life. Has any woman? After the marathon sex session, she felt fucked out, and yet her body, through all the exhaustion, began to respond. The eager tongue slid over her clit over and over, until Lois's pearl ached from being erect so long. She wanted sleep, but that was denied to her. Blaze's fingers peeled back her labia, so that her face could press deeper into the sperm-soaked depths, and Lois alternately hissed and moaned, like getting a massage after a marathon, every muscle aching and sore and yet, and yet...

She came slowly. It crept up on, the building climax. At first it was just a sense of apprehension...a sort of growing awareness of tension in her stomach...and then her hands began to shake. Toes curled. Lois found her calves clenching so tight that they threatened to pull a muscle. Her nipples felt bruised, but so stiff...and her hands clenched at whatever she could, her body seeming to fold in on itself as she struggled to sit up.

In response, Blaze licked faster. A second wind, or whatever wind they were on. Lips wrapped around the reporter's clit, tongue flicking. Fingers slid easily inside the aching hole, and bean to pull, stretching the reporter's soft cunny apart...and Lois gave off something like a silent scream as it finally hit her, all at once, a moment of utter surrender as her mind went blank and her eyes squeezed tight and her throat froze, unable to do anything as her pussy shook in its final, terrible, wonderful climax...and then Blaze was simply panting into the reporter's pussy, her horns pressing into the reporter's stomach, and Lois collapsed backward.

When Lois could speak again, she asked:

"So...do you do that with all your dates?"

"You are the only woman that exists for me now," Blaze mumbled.

"Flatterer," Lois said, but she smiled as she said it.

"Dead serious." Blaze said.

"What if...Supergirl came down here and asked you to impregnate her?"

"I'd tell her I'd have to ask my wife."

Lois blinked. "Wife?"

The demon raised her head and turned it, so that one ear rested against the flat of the reporter's stomach, and she looked at Lois.

"Did you really think after all that I was going to let you go?"

Lois sighed. This was going to be hard to explain to people. But then, so would the pregnancy be.

"Okay," she said.

Which is how Lois Lane's Night Out ended...her pussy leaking cum, a demon snoring softly on her stomach like a dragon upon its hoard. Inside of her, Mother Nature worked one of her black miracles...and if either Lois or Blaze knew what awaited them, perhaps they would not sleep so well...

...but that is another story.