End: Come Again?

"In time," Blaze whispered, and then nuzzled the reporter's cheek.

"No, I mean...what was that? About me having a cock? For twenty-one years?" The exhausted reporter said, closing her eyes to block out the dawnlight streaming through the window.

"Beware of making errant promises and oaths to demons, darling," Blaze whispered. Her crimson body lay coiled around the reporter on the bed, one leg drawn up protectively Lois Lane's hip, one arm under and around the reporter's shoulders. The other toyed with a strand of the naked dickgirl reporter's dark hair. "For the powers of hell shall hold you to it. You promised that if you made me cum you'd fuck my ass for a year...and greedy, lusty, wonderful lover that you are, I came and came and came..."

Hot lips pressed against the corner of Lois Lane's mouth in a kiss that was infinitely tender.

"...so we shall both fulfill our bargains. I am yours to fuck...and you are mine. All mine."

Lois Lane had trouble processing this. Her hips hurt. Her cock hurt. There were love-bites marking her entire body, bruises from Blaze's rough handling, scratches on her back that stung and bled. On top of that, there was a familiar pressure deep inside of her, demanding release.

"I have to pee," Lois said.

The demon untangled herself long enough for her lover to stagger off the bed and into the bathroom. There was a confusing moment as Lois Lane sorted out her new plumbing...and ultimately found herself with both cock, balls, and vagina, which occasioned a new moment of confusion...she couldn't remember if she had all three last night, but there they were now. Lois finished her anatomical survey by sitting down and tucking her aching member between her legs. She wasn't quite ready when the burning liquid came out of both urethras...and made strange, awkward gasps and groans as the hot fluid cleared out sore channels.

Yet it gave her a moment to think. Twenty-plus years with a cock had not been on the reporter's menu when she had left for her night out. Nor a demon in her bed. Now, with a scarlet succubus filled with her sperm and promising to fuck her for two decades to come, Lois knew she had to call for help—Zatanna, maybe the Justice League. She wasn't looking forward to having to explain herself to them, or what Superman would think of her, but it was just not possible to imagine herself with Blaze for two decades. Utterly inconceivable.

Wipe, flush. Oddly at peace with her nudity, the dickgirl stumbled back out of the darkness of the bathroom into the light...

...to see the lithe, crimson body of the scarlet succubus sprawled across her bed. The dark hair spread out over the pillows, her small breasts splattered with jizz, the demon smiling peacefully, rubbing her pink slit. The reporter watched with fascination as the cum-coated fingers plunged in and out, softly, rhythmically...and the reporter groaned again as her cock stiffened again. The reporter's head pounded. Her stomach growled. She needed breakfast, coffee...

"Oh sweetmeat, that looks like it hurts," Blaze mumbled. "Come over here and let mama suck your cock."

Lois didn't need a hot mouth on her prick. She needed cold ice, fluids, vitamins...but with a stiff, mechanical step she found herself stride over to the edge of the bed. Stared down as Blaze rolled over to her side and gently, lovingly kissed the tip of her lover's dick.

"Mama?" Lois said, brain still not functioning at a hundred percent.

Blaze grinned. "Well, if I'm not now...I will be. Hmm."

Whatever else Blaze was going to say was lost as she wrapped her lips around the reporter's aching shaft, her hot tongue sliding around the sore glans. The reporter could not see the tissue healing as the demon's saliva touched the wounds, but she could feel the ache start to subside...and relaxed into the first of many morning blowjobs.

Maybe I won't call Zatanna just yet, Lois thought as her hips began to buck a little. Blaze reached out and grabbed the reporter's wrists, guiding Lois Lane's hands to her horns. With that sure grip, Lois began to set the pace, bucking her hips a little faster. Deep inside, behind her balls, a fresh load of jizz was preparing itself...and an eager mouth moaned for its breakfast.