End: Give Herself To Blaze For One Night

"...freely, and of your own will. No barriers between us, no lies. You will not run. No matter what happens."

Lois Lane chewed the thought over.

"I know we've been kinky," the reporter said. "But you're not looking to hurt me, are you?"

Blaze withdrew the sponge and rung it out. She grabbed a shower attachment, directing the stream toward the reporter's crotch. Lois didn't close her legs, letting the cold water wash away all the sweat and suds.

"No," the dickgirl said. "I don't want to hurt you at all. But you should know...it is a dangerous time for you."

Angelica laid her hand over the reporter's stomach. Lois felt a flutter in her belly, and wondered if that was just nervousness or...something else.

The reporter stared down at Angelica's hand. There was a red spot there, like a splotch of blood...and as Lois watched the crimson stain grew and spread. The scarlet hand that hovered over her stomach was leaner, the muscles and veins more defined. Loi followed the crimson tide up the arm...saw bones poke through a crimson cheek. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris, like holes cut into some endless white space, shadowed by the dark horns that rose over her brow.

"You're going to knock me up?" Lois said.

"Well," Blaze wrinkled her nose. "I'd like to try. I can't guarantee anything...but that's the price for the answers you see. Let me love you tonight, or leave...never knowing what happened to those women or why."

Lois swallowed. "And you definitely aren't going to take my soul or corrupt me body and mind or anything like that?"

Blaze's mouth twitched. For just a second, that little Mona Lisa smile had lapsed into something more natural.

"I like the way you think...but no, nothing like that. I would like to make love to someone tonight. I would like to fuck someone who gives themselves to me completely. Who accepts me as I am...and takes the risks."

Lois let Blaze soap up and rinse her breasts as she considered the offer.

"Once the night is over...if I am pregnant...no further obligations, right? I can take Plan B, or abort it, or carry it to term, and it's all my choice?"

"Of course," Blaze said. "I'm a horny monster, but I'm not some beast."

"Alright," Lois said, she reached out and laid a hand on the demon's dick. "One night of passion for one interview."

"I should let you know," Blaze said as she leaned in. "This is not a deal I offered to any other."

"Tell me," Lois whispered, before their lips locked.

There were no clocks in the dark bedroom where Blaze carried the reporter, after they had showered and dried. There was mulled wine and bottled water, a plate of oysters on the half shell, a bowl of fresh strawberries and heavy cream. Lois was surprised at the demon's patience as they ate, satisfied with the answers that came forth willingly. Blaze was a dealer in souls, though not necessarily in damnations. The reporter learned what each woman's price had been, and where they were now...scattered across the world, enjoying their newfound fortunes. It seemed so simple...

Yet when Lois leaned back against the headboard and spread her legs lewdly, she was surprised that Blaze did not take her then and there. She dipped her horned head down between the reporter's thighs, a long tongue lashing out....and when, a few minutes later, Lois grabbed those horns and screamed, her ass clenching as a climax ripped through her body...it was not the last time she would do so that night.

A night that, Lois was soon to find, could go on for a very long time. Where minutes and seconds could stretch into hours...and Blaze patiently counted her orgasms, drove her cock into the reporter's willing cunt, felt those nails scratch at her back as she moaned like the demon's own personal whore...which, in a way, she was.

Because under her power, Lois Lane's night out could stretch out almost forever...and Blaze sucked on those hard nipples that Superman had never tasted, and fingered the ass of her butt-slut as her cock spewed its jet black jism into the reporter's depths, determined to pack that womb full long before she let time resume its course.

"In truth," Blaze said to one of Lois Lane's last questions. "From the moment I saw you enter the club, I had hoped to have my way with you...and now here you are in my arms."

Lois lay panting, sweating, her crotch and thighs caked with cum. She had never been fucked so many times. The demon was priapic and insatiable. A veritable satyr. Black jizz oozed out of the reporter's every hole like crude oil seeping from a cleft in the rock.

"How...how long until dawn?" Lois panted.

The demon ran a red hand over the reporter's stomach, tracing some strange design.

"Oh, a few hours yet, I'd say," Blaze said. "How would you like it if I licked your ass for a little while? You like that, don't you?"

Flustered, the reporter nodded. She had discovered a lot of things about herself tonight...and as Blaze rolled the reporter over onto her stomach and pulled those ass cheeks gently apart, lowering her lips to suck her own jizz out of that ass...she smiled as she sensed a tiny yet momentous event take place within the reporter's womb. An event so small and brief that it was hard to say that it happened at all...but which would become all too evident to Lois Lane in the weeks ahead.

Of course, Blaze thought. There's no reason not to dump a few more loads in her, just to make sure.

Lois Lane moaned as the long tongue slid into her aching ass...and wondered how she would ever live without someone willing to eat out her anus ever again.

Yet that was a matter for the future...and though Lois Lane did not know it, her night out would in a few hours be at an end. But oh! What hours those would be...