End: How Can I Trust You?

"...you just told me you lied to me," Lois said. "And all you want is to fuck me. That's all you ever wanted. Well congratulations: I'm fucked. But I need more than that."

The reporter pushed against the scarlet succubus...but Blaze didn't budge. Her eyes were pure white...not like physical eyes at all. Like someone had cut two holes in her head and Lois was staring through into a pure white space. Yet something looked out at Lois from those eyes. Saw her.

"You mean it, don't you?" The face had gone almost slack, the demon so still that she could have been mistaken for a statue. Forgetting even to breathe. "You would leave, right now, and find them on your own rather than agree to fuck me?"

"You've already fucked me more than enough," Lois said. She couldn't muster any anger. The reporter was too tired, and her pussy hurt. "Now let me go."

The demon bared her teeth. Muscles tensed in her body. Her great crimson cock snaked over the rim of the sink.

"You want more. I can give you more. What is it you want? Wealth? Pleasure? Power? I can give you all of that...all of that and more..."

Lois snorted. "What about love?"

Blaze flinched as though struck.

"I don't need money, and I can pleasure myself just fine," the reporter said acidly. "And I can find those women on my own, if you won't help. I don't need your cock and I don't need you. Not for this, not to raise this baby, not for anything!"

Red lips peeled back. It wasn't a smile, exactly. Blaze was showing her teeth like a chimpanzee. A threat display. Except Lois was too tired to be threatened. "Love..." she said. "You do want love. Yes, I can see it now. The need, the desire...I can give you that."

Lois snorted. "I doubt it."

One red arm raised. It moved forward and Lois tried to avoid it, but Blaze was too fast. The succubus had caught her wrist, fingers curled around into the reporter's palm. There was a clap of thunder that shook Lois to the core...and she felt something, hard and cold. Blaze released her hand, and when Lois opened her fingers...she saw a black metal ring, set with a great black diamond.

"What is...this?" Lois said.

"My heart," Blaze said, a certain smugness in her voice. She lifted herself up on her toes, and her great testicles slid into the sink. The crimson cock lay just beneath the surface, like a submarine. "Marry me, Lois Lane, and you shall never know a day or night without love."

Lois shook her head. "You're still just trying to fuck me."

"No 'just,' the demon said. When we give our word, it cannot be broken. Accept my love, and I will be your lover, your helpmeet, your honest & faithful spouse."

Lois frowned. "And what will it cost me?"

Blaze slid her fingers down into the scummy water, which overflowed the sink. She grabbed the reporter's ass and lifted her up, until Lois's pussy rested half-in and half-out of the water line. Like some sea cave.

"I would have my marital rights. Faith repaid with faith, love with love," Blaze leaned forward and pressed her horns against the reporter's forehead. "Lois...sweetmeat. Think of the baby. Will Superman really take you on now? Do you have the heart to try and abort the child? Isn't it better this way? No other woman would I sacrifice this much for, I promise you that."

Lois stared at the ring. The cock. The white eyes. She set her jaw.

"How do I know you aren't still lying to me?"

"Ah, you demand a token of my troth...and in truth, such a bond as we enter into demands certain...witnesses."

Blaze snapped her fingers. Black lightning burst from floor to ceiling, in four black pillars...and then it was gone, and the suddenly-crowded bathroom was filled with four familiar-looking women. Lois squirmed around Blaze to stare into the confused faces of Diana Reynolds, Jenny Dunlap, Tonya Wong, and Mara de la Cruz...the women she had come here to find.

"What the fuck is going on?" Tonya said, trying to gain space. "Who the fuck are you, why are...oh fuck, is that demon about to fuck you? Are you being ****?"

"No," Lois said. "She held up the black ring and regarded it warily. I'm...she just proposed to me."

"Holy fuck, look at the size of that cock!" Diana Reynolds leaned over Blaze's shoulder. "Fuck me, if you don't marry that dick, I will."

The women, who a moment ago had been trying to get as far away as possible, now leaned in close.

"Oh my God, she's right!" Mara said. "Look at that fat fucker! Will it even fit?"

"Yes," Lois said.

"Will you share?" Jenny asked.

"No!" Lois yelled.

"Well...are you going to say yes?" Tonya said.

"I...I don't know..." Lois said.

"Fuck it!" Diana Reynolds said. She pumped her fist in the air and looked at her fellow women. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it..."

They started to chant in unison. Blaze held Lois there, saying nothing. Her Mona Lisa smile had returned. Lois shut her eyes and tried to drown it out...but it failed. Finally she sighed. Then she screamed.

"SHUT UP!"

The women quieted down.

"Fine!" Lois put the black ring on the third finger of her left hand. "I'll marry you! But if you fuck me on this, so help m—mwah!"

Blaze had pulled the reporter out of the sink and onto her cock. Their lips locked as the scarlet schlong once against burrowed into Lois Lane's depths. The women sighed.

A few electrons re-arranged themselves in the Daily Planet's computers, a small announcement finding space in the crowded pages of the newspaper. The morning edition would go to the printer's soon, and before dawn bundles of dead trees would be handed out to newsagents, on their way to delivery boys and girls, out to the suburbs around the city.

Anyone who turned to page 42 would notice, in one corner, the announcement that Angelica Blaze and Lois Lane had just been engaged to be married.