End: Fuck Me Like You Never Want To Let Me Go

Blaze's buttocks rested on her heels in the center of the bed. Lois Lane slid her legs outside of her lover's...backing her ass up onto the crimson cock...and then the hands of the scarlet succubus came around to grasp the reporter's breasts and pull her up into her lap.

Hungrily, Blaze's lips came to Lois Lane's neck, and the reporter leaned into it, arching her back to press her tits into the demon's palms, rolling her hips to slide that cock in and out of her sloppy, spunk-filled slit. The reporter's fingernails scratched along Blaze's thighs.

There was nothing of the urgency of before. No illusions, no lies, no worries about getting pregnant, no concern about missing women or a story for the Daily Planet...and no guilt at the thought of Superman. In fact, no thought of the Man of Steel at all. Wherever he was, he'd missed his chance...and now as the light wore on, the two moved together, exploring one another, making each other feel good.

They found their rhythm, the cock hitting deep like Lois liked it, the reporter squeezing her squelching pussy every time the cock began to withdraw from her, which made Blaze shiver. In the wee hours after midnight, with her pussy sore, stuffed, and inflamed, Lois felt her breath come in little gasps...Blaze was pulling her nipples out, just hard enough to approach the threshold of pain, to keep Lois awake a little longer...and a little longer...and when at last Lois cried out, her pussy clutching tight the thick prick that had knocked her up, Blaze's arms came together around her in a bear hug, and Lois felt...not trapped, but like a life preserver being held by a drowning sailor.

The hot, fresh load of black jizz spurting into the reporter's cunt was just more proof of how Blaze felt about her.

They collapsed sideways in the bed, Blaze still holding Lois close, the cock still plugging the reporter's pussy...and Lois closed her eyes, breathing deeply, slowly, chest rising and falling. She didn't even need a sheet on her naked skin, because Baze was so warm...and Lois had forgotten what it was like, to fall asleep next to another person, that sense of...of...of not being alone anymore.

Even as she felt herself nodding off, Lois smiled as Blaze's left arm fell down between her legs, to play with the reporter's clit.

I guess that's one way to guarantee sweet dreams, Lois thought.

Yet sleep refused to come. Exhausted though Lois was, her brain could not stop thinking about the events of her night out. The lies, the sex, the honesty...the realization that she was pregnant, and that it excited her. The weird acceptance of her new lover. The climaxes after long months without sex. The almost forgotten feeling of a stiff prick inside of her, and a pussy that would ache so good in the morning. Lois smiled again as she felt the gooey, disgusting mess that was her pussy, knowing in the morning she'd have to douche and wash the sheets and...

...and she fell asleep at last, as the cozy domestic chores blurred into the weird wet dreams stirred by Blaze's clitoral stimulation.

Blaze, as a demon, did not need to sleep at all. Yet she stayed by Lois Lane's side, all that night. Not sure when or where her scheme had gone off the rails, and the plot to simply bed and breed the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had turned into something else. Yet, here they were...and Blaze found she truly did not want to ever let Lois go.