End: Blaze Will Do Both

"A bargain, then," Angelica Blaze said. "Your cunt for the answers you seek. Seems fair to me..."

Lois Lane's mouth was a grim line. She held onto the dickgirl's cock with both hands, fingers slimy and wet now from the precum that leaked so freely from the swollen tip. Her own pussy dripped, wetter than it had ever been.

"Does everything have to be transactional with you?" The reporter said, as she struggled with her own unnatural heat, the weird biological imperative that wanted this cock to pump a baby, babies, into her right this second.

"It is my nature," Blaze whispered, as slowly peeled the pants off the reporter's legs. The red fabric split easily beneath the dickgirl's strength. Lois realized then that Blaze could have **** herself on Lois at any time. She had held back...why?

Lois asked the question, her voice quite.

"Why didn't you just **** me?"

Blaze met her eyes...and for a moment, the eyes were not dark. They were pure white, without pupil or iris, and it seemed to Lois that they were windows in the dickgirls' skull, showing an infinite white space beyond. They seemed to draw her in.

"Because I want you. I want you to choose...me. Free will, sweetmeats. It's not just about the fucking. I want acceptance, allegiance, I want you to let me into your body and soul. Willingly. No take backs."

Lois Lane blinked. "You want love?"

Now it was Blaze's turn to make a face.

"No, I...I want to corrupt a part of you. I want to make you mine," the dickgirl said.

Her voice said one thing, but Lois watched the dickgirl's expression.

"You want love," Lois said more confidently.

"I want your pussy!" Blaze insisted. "I want to claim your womb with my dark seed!"

"The others didn't give it to you, did they?" Lois pressed. "They just wanted sex, or whatever. Who are you really?"

Human seeming fled. Pale skin blossomed into bloody red. The fat seemed to drain from Angelica Blaze's form. Blaze stood, lifted the reporter up, and as she tore what was left of the pants from Lois Lane's legs so that the reporter was bottomless in her arms, the dark horns that grew from that broad forehead nearly touched the ceiling.

"I am Blaze, daughter of seven thunders, a queen of hell," she rumbled, and her voice was exactly the same. "And I want your cunt!"

"You want my heart," Lois said, and her smile was insolent.

"I have answered your questions, your pussy is mine! Bear my spawn, mortal cow!" Blaze growled...but Lois still held onto the stiff scarlet shaft with both hands. It was an odd balancing act, with Blaze holding the reporter up in the air by her legs.

"Admit you love me," Lois said.

"Never!" Blaze declared, pridefully.

"Promise me you'll never fuck anyone else," Lois insisted.

"You go too far!" Blaze seethed, and her eyes burned as bright as her name. Black sparks leaped between her horns.

Lois leaned forward and kissed the tip of the demon's nose.

"You know, I always wanted a big family..."

Blaze's mouth opened, and then closed again.

"...and I've always wanted to try sex while pregnant..."

The red form began to quiver.

"...but I guess if you don't want to make a commitment, I could ask Superman to knock me up."

Blaze swallowed hard. "That's not fair."

Lois Lane flashed a nasty smile. "I know. But something about you makes me so...naughty."

The demon winced. "My aura...may have a corrupting influence. Removes inhibitions. Inflames desires. The longer you're near me, the sluttier you'll become."

"Oh? Trying to reduce me to your personal jizz rag? Your cocksocket? Your loyal breeding ****?" Lois said.

"Yes?" Blaze said, a bit confused at the excitement in Lois Lane's voice.

"At the beginning of tonight, I would have rejected that with every fiber of my being," Lois admitted. She lowered her ass a little and guided the tip of Blaze's cock to her slit. Ran her pussy up and down the shaft, not letting it penetrate, just masturbating with the swollen glans. "Now, it gets me hot. But I want commitment. If you want me to be yours, you have to be mine. Forever."

"I can't...do that..." Blaze said.

"Give me your heart, or no pussy," Lois said. "I want to hear the words. Tell me you love me. Tell me there's no one else but me."

"You don't know what you're asking!" Blaze insisted. "We are creatures of hate and deceit, we can't...I can't..."

"Well, unfortunately for you," Lois Lane said, her voice low and husky. "I don't mind **** you."

The reporter **** her hips down. Blaze's white eyes grew round and gasped as the reporter impaled herself on her cock. A shudder of despair went through the demon, and Lois Lane grinned like a wolf.

It was silly, really. How you frame things. The games that people play, just to have sex. The way they confused things. The demon collapsed backward onto her ass, and Lois Lane rode the dick all the way down, grunted as is stabbed deep into her pussy...and then the reporter was on top, and her hips rose and fell. She grabbed the demon's horns and felt an electric shock run up her forearms, but the reporter didn't stop.

"Not like this..." Blaze moaned.

"Oh? I thought you wanted me to choose to fuck you! This is free will, bitch!" Lois grinned savagely as she pumped her hips, caring less for the hot cock that stretched her poor pussy to the breaking point than the look of mingled pleasure and anguish on Blaze's face. "You want to knock me up? Go ahead! Blast my ovaries with your sperm! Fill me right the fuck up! I want your babies!"

It was the mania of it all, the madness. Like a roleplaying game, or a theater play where someone falls completely into the role. Lois **** her cunt to squeeze that hard shaft and stared into her lover's eyes and said:

"Now you have to tell me you love me."

The red lower lip quivered. Something hot and white leaked out of the demon's eyes. A tumult of emotions showed on her face...and then the dam broke inside Lois Lane.

She had never felt anyone cum inside of her. The average ejaculation could be caught in a tablespoon, and Lois never felt it until it flowed out of her. This...this was like an eruption. A scalding, incandescent Old Faithful that nearly lifted her off of Blaze's cock with the sheer **** of the blast. Lois screamed, certain that her cervix had been torn open, and thick black fluid shot out of her cunt, the mere mortal pussy unable to fold it all.

"I do," Blaze said. "I love you."

The reporter collapsed onto the demon's body, and she was suddenly aware of the stabbing pain in her pussy. She had fucked too hard, too fast, and now the reporter knew she would pay the price. A sore morning, ice packs, maybe even a little blood to clean up...and she wasn't sure, as post-nut clarity cut through the madness that had driven her to mount the demon, what exactly she had won, or why.

Yet she knew she had won. The demon's cock flopped out of her, sated and happy, and the reporter's gaping slit overflowed with virile seed seeking her eggs. Lois Lane knew she wasn't going to wake up pregnant in the morning.

Blaze sighed.

"There is going to be so much damn paperwork," the scarlet succubus rumbled.

"For what?" Lois asked, curious despite herself.

"The wedding," Blaze said with a frown. "Of course."