End: Blaze Wants A Fuckbuddy

"A blowjob would be nice, for starters," Blaze said.

Lois Lane blinked. The frown lines deepened. She stood up from the toilet, the positive pregnancy test clattered to the floor.

"What? You're going to **** me—" The reporter started.

Blaze stood up. Once again, Lois was reminded that the slim, muscular demon was a head taller than her...and she stepped in close, so that the tip of her cock stabbed into the reporter's abdomen.

"I didn't say I wouldn't reciprocate," Blaze said. "In fact, I would be happy to. Don't misunderstand me Lois, I'm not trying to trade sex for this little favor...well, I am...but..."

The dickgirl made a noise in the back of her throat.

"I'm not expressing myself very well. I liked what we had back there, in my little boudoir. It can be very lonely when you're a supernatural being hated by man and gods. I want...a friend. With benefits. Someone whose pussy I can eat out, someone who I can have a beer with, someone who'll call me up when they want a fuck at 3 AM and lets me plow their cunt until morning. Maybe even someone willing to experiment, sexually...like we did tonight. I haven't had that much fun in ages."

Lois Lane swallowed as she digested this little speech. It didn't sound rehearsed. She lifted her chin and looked the demon in the eye.

"You want me to be your fuckbuddy?" The pregnant reporter said.

"Yes. And in friendly exchange, I'll cover up our little indiscretion tonight. Give you all the paperwork so that it looks like you got pregnant on your own terms, that there was no one-night stand, no accidents. That is the kind of thing friends do for each other, yes?"

There was something about Blaze's face...it wasn't possible for that narrow face with its wide cheeks to actually look innocent. Not when shadows darkened the eyes, and with a shake of her head dark horns curled outward from that broad brow. Yet somehow it seemed...honest.

"Most friends just help you move a couch or something," Lois grumbled.

The corner of Blaze's mouth flickered out of her Mona Lisa smile into something more like a smirk.

"If it involves you bent over one end of it, I'll help you move whatever you want," the demon said.

Lois shook her head. "Are you always this horny?"

"I was born of lust. It is who and what I am. The flame that does not consume itself, the brightness that burns in darkness," as she spoke, black lightning crackled around her head like a halo, and suddenly Lois realized that Blaze's skin was red as fresh blood on parchment...and it was as if she saw the demon in all of her glory for the first time.

She could so easily just take what she wanted...if all she wanted was to **** Lois. Friendship required openness, honesty...and Lois realized the demon was doing her best to give the reporter that. The reporter chewed that thought over.

"I want to talk to the women too. Interview them. I still have an article to write."

"Of course!" Blaze said. "Nothing simpler."

Lois scratched between her legs and realized she was wet...really wet. There was something oddly arousing by Blaze's unhidden form. Maybe it was the palpable heat that emanated from that blood-red skin, or the way the demon moved with eerie grace...and Lois closed her head and sighed. She had no idea if this was going to work, and it seemed like a terrible idea...but then again, it wasn't like she could get more pregnant.

"Let's go back to bed," the reporter suggested. "You eat my pussy and I'll suck your cock. We'll just..take it a step at a time, okay?"

"Certainly, sweetmeat," the pure white eyes burned bright.

Which is how, at the end of the night, Lois Lane found herself back on that mattress. A hot tongue slithered over her pussy, wet and soft, and didn't even care that Lois hadn't wiped herself clean after taking the pregnancy test. The reporter herself had one hand on Blaze's cock and the other played with the demon's balls as her own pink tongue scraped around the swollen, rubbery tip...and the reporter cast her mind back over all the choices that had led her to this moment, and wondered what if anything she could have done different, and how things might have turned out if she had gone left instead of right...if she would have ever met Blaze or ended up knocked up on her night out...

She guessed she would never know.