End: Flirtaciously

A grunt broke the stillness. Lois gripped the shaft tight. Felt it throb, the liquid seed push out beneath her fingers. Hot thick cream burst from the swollen glans, and for the first time in her life Lois Lane experienced what it must be like to have a cup of steaming yogurt dumped on her bare breasts.

The reporter's hands continued to move up and down the shaft, wringing out every drop...and Angelica Blaze issued a little half-contented sigh as the ammoniac smell of her pent-up seed filled Lois Lane's bedroom. She leaned over Lois, the dickgirl's face hidden by her hair and the darkness...but her voice came down to the reporter.

"What about...some other night?" she said. "Would you be willing to put things off a little, until we get to know each other better?"

Lois sighed as the cock slowly wilted in her hands. She contemplated the hot, sticky glaze that ran down her chest, filling her navel, soaking into her robe. Whatever the intention of the warning had been, she was sure of one thing: if she was going to fuck Angelica, she needed to be on birth control. Lois had never seen a single person cum so much in one shot...and she would be lying if she didn't admit that her pussy, kept safe between her tightly-closed legs, was swamped.

"Okay," Lois said. "Not tonight, right? Maybe some other time. Tonight, I need a shower, and then we go find those missing women!"

"Of course," Angelica said, sliding off the bed, her dick now limp enough to cram into her pants. "It's a deal."

There was something about the dickgirl's words that raised a warning in Lois Lane's mind...but it was quickly forgotten as she headed into the bathroom, hoping not to get too much cum on the carpet. Blaze stayed in the bedroom, admiring the reporter's backside as the robe came off, Lois Lane not even bothering to shut the door as she stepped into the shower.

The bet between them had been for tonight...but now, by her own words, Lois Lane had extended the terms. A crafty smile graced Angelica Blaze's lips as she saw the blurred, naked form of her victim through the glass.

"I will fuck you, Lois Lane," the demonic dickgirl murmured to herself. "If not on this night out, then another! And when I do...you will be mine!"

It was the long hunt, the long seduction. One that required no magic beyond a big cock and Lois Lane's insatiable curiosity. In her mind, Blaze planned out each step. First, to take Lois to where the missing women were. Then...

The demon made her plans. Lois Lane washed the mass of cum off of her chest. **** herself not to taste it, or to run her hands down between her legs as it flowed down her body. Unaware of the scheme hatched against her. When and whether she would fall to Blaze's charms...that is another story.