End: Blaze Sucks Her Sperm From Lois Lane's Cunt...And Takes A Hot Yellow Drink

In the end, there was **** at all. The demon could smell the first rush as the reporter's bladder prepared to let go—and some instinct for a new and delicious sin prompted the slutty succubus to seize the reporter's mons with her mouth. Bitter, salty semen coated her tongue...and a moment later, shaking and shuddering in desire and a failure of her bodily control, Lois let loose.

Lois had peed many times. She had done it standing up at a field toilet in Iraq, after the American invasion. In a low-lying gully atop an African mountain, alongside a famous gorilla expert she was interviewing. Back to back with Zatanna, in a Las Vegas suite that had only a single toilet, when they were both too drunk and **** to wait. Once, she had been on rooftop stake-out and a sudden voice had spooked her, and Lois Lane had sent a golden stream into Clark Kent's face, a memory which still made her cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Yet never in all of her adventures had Lois felt the piss sucked out of her. The strong lips locked on her labia. The dark eyes fixed on hers, the hungry vacuum as urine poured out her bladder in a torrent that threatened to overflow Blaze's mouth. The reporter moaned aloud, like an old whore feeling her worn cunt stretched unexpectedly by some brash young quarterback, her hands grasping for anything to hold onto as her knees wobbled.

Blaze swallowed and swallowed. The hot liquid cut through the scum of jizz that coated her tongue and esophagus. It drained into her stomach, the liquid heat radiating out from her chest. The demon's eyes narrowed and her dangling cock swelled and stiffened painfully. It was the most nasty, disgusting act of her career...and that was such a turn-on that Blaze could hardly stand it.

Lois Lane was limp and shuddering as the torrent of piss slowed to a trickle...and then the long, strong tongue of the dickgirl licked the blushing reporter clean.

"You sucked all the cum out," Lois noted. She swallowed hard. "I guess you'd better give me some more."

Blaze grinned savagely. No little half-smile this. She and Lois were on the same wavelength now, pushed past all previous boundaries. The club and the missing women seemed infinitely far away. They were alone in their own little world now, and as Blaze rubbed her leaking glans against the reporter's freshly-licked pussy, she whispered:

"Maybe next time...you could drink my piss."

Lois licked suddenly dry lips, her stomach turning at the thought...but she only answered with an animal sound of utter lust as the head of the cock slid inside of her. The dickgirl's arms slid under the reporter's shoulders and she lifted the reporter up, letting Lois cling to her as the cunt slid further down the swollen shaft.

Mouth. Pussy. Ass. The reporter's whole body felt used, tainted, corrupted, dirty, nasty...and she wanted more. Wanted that nasty spunk to taint her womb. To claim every inch of her skin.

"I'll do it," the reporter said, drunk on pleasure. "I don't care if you piss in me! I want to feel it. Want to taste it. Want..."

Blaze's tongue silenced her entreaties. The demon had already forgotten her plan. The wanton lust unleashed in the reporter spoke to much more immediate needs for both of them...and Lois Lane's night out would end in Blaze's arms, pierced by Blaze's cock, sullied and fouled...and both of them, aching and **** for some new and terrible sin they could do together.