End: Blaze Takes Lois For A Walk

They shifted position. Lois Lane couldn't see what happened, but she could feel the tingle across her skin, like a spark jumping from a doorknob. Blaze gripped the reporter's legs and stood up, Lois Lane's cunny still engulfing that stiff prick. Instinctively, the reporter squeezed her pussy and reached up to hold onto the demonic dickgirl's neck, the small breasts pressed into her shoulder blades...

...and then Angelica Blaze stepped forward, the door to the stall opening on its own.

"Somebody could see us!" Lois protested.

"Yes. That's the point. Exciting, isn't it?" Blaze purred in the reporter's ear. Desperately Lois looked left and right as Blaze slowly stepped out into the bathroom, both of them naked...and looked in the mirror.

The reporter was there on full display. Her pussy dripping with spunk, pink labia spread wide around Blaze's cock. Lois Lane's small breasts were pressed between her knees, the pink nipples stiff and pointing straight ahead...and Blaze looked, by her reflection, to be back to her more human guise. A tall, striking woman, but that was just a glamour, a mirage, something she could change on a whim.

Lois Lane was the one that was exposed. One photo, one click of a smartphone...and everyone on the internet would see her stuffed on Blaze's dick.

"Having second thoughts?" Blaze said. "If you want me to breed you, we could go somewhere more private...but if you want to keep to our deal, you'll have to let me fuck you anywhere. Anytime. Including right now, out on that dance floor, where everyone can see you bounce on my cock, my spunk flowing out of your cunny. Not that it will do any good, since you can keep from getting pregnant...but everyone will see."

The reporter's heart sank. It wasn't a condition she'd had any time to think about. She had agreed to the deal too hastily. There had to be a way...

Lois licked her lips. A **** ploy built in her mind as Blaze turned them towards the dance floor. She could feel the absolute control of her own body's reproductive system...senses she had no names for, but recognized as controlling ovulation, the tightness of her pussy, the acidity of her vagina and womb, white blood cell responses...perfect and absolute down to the last cell.

"Extend your glamour over me so that no one recognizes me," Lois said. "And I'll give your sperm a 0.1% chance to impregnate me tonight. And if it makes it through, I won't abort it. I'll carry it to term."

Blaze considered...and then she turned to face the mirror. A strange half-smile on the demonic dickgirl's face. The balls jumped inside of Lois, pumping another hot, steaming fresh load in the reporter's already well-fucked cunt. Jizz oozing out around the seal of the reporter's labia.

"One percent," Blaze said.

"Half a percent," Lois said. "After all, you'll have a lot more chances, knowing what a dirty mind you have."

"Deal," Blaze said. That electric zap passed over the reporter once again...and she saw someone she didn't recognize. Freckles dotted the small breasts, bottle-blonde hair, a tattoo just above the pussy that said "Sailor's Rest."

Because, of course, it was the home for semen.

Which is how they went out into the crowd. The tall, well-endowed dickgirl's cock jumping and bouncing inside the reporter's pussy, Lois Lane holding on for dear life as the crowd jostled and ogled, cameras snapped, beers were spilled. Lois was mortified, scared, embarrassed at being seen naked in public, getting fucked in public...yet a the same time knowing the glamour was in place, that she was protected, her identity hidden, Blaze right there with her, made it feel...safe. Exciting. Incredibly arousing.

They laughed and fucked long into the night, putting on a show for the whole club, and by the end, when her cunt was raw and dripping with spunk, Lois was almost high with excitement in a way she had never felt, not even during her first Mardi Gras in New Orleans when her shirt had come off and she'd caught her first beads.

Half a percent wasn't much, as odds went. Yet Blaze smiled to herself, as they neared the end of Lois Lane's night out. This was the end of the night...but the beginning of something new. A battle of wits and wills, her unflagging libido against Lois Lane's decorum. In the long game that the demonic dickgirl played, she could see herself wear Lois down, little by little; make her compromise her morals, take greater risks, until finally...at last...and perhaps sooner than she thought...Lois Lane really was pregnant.

Blaze smiled as she had the first moment she had seen Lois Lane walk into her club. A long game...but an enjoyable one.