End: How Did I Fuck This Up So Completely

Lilith's tits!. Blaze thought. Balls. Fuck shit ass fuck. How the hell did this happen? I was supposed to just...just use her. **** her a little. Leave her sobbing and pregnant and violated. Maybe corrupt her soul a little. She was supposed to be the dagger I thrust into Superman's heart, and not...not...

Lois Lane tossed in her sleep, turning over. Her head rested on Blaze's shoulder, and the reporter half-curled around the nude demon's warm body, one hand latching onto the scarlet succubus's right tit, one thigh pinning the demon's cock against her washboard abs.

Okay. Don't panic. I can still do this. Sure, she's cute. Beautiful, really. But I'm a demon. A motherfucking queen of hell. I just need to reach down, get in touch with my evil self, and figure out the best way to turn this lovey-dovey situation to my best advantage. I mean, she's pregnant. She has to be pregnant. Pumped enough cum in her to knock up half of Metropolis. I can use that, right? I mean, when Superman sees her with a big belly he'll freak out. 'Oh, you betrayed me...you slut, you whore, you...'

In her sleep the reporter began to make noises. Blaze turned her eyes toward her, not even daring to move her head. They were...whines. Like, little hurt-puppy whines. Strange and terrible instincts awoke within the demon. Very very carefully, she turned on her side to face the reporter. Fear and anxiety were visible on Lois Lane's face, though the eyes remained shut, little mewling sounds came from clenched lips.

I wonder what she's dreaming about. I mean, she's been kidnapped and tied up...how many times? Must have faced **** a hundred times, chasing that stupid Kryptonian for her newspaper. All that stress, it has to come out sometime.

Slipping her arms around the sleeping reporter, Blaze held her close. Lois shuddered in her grip, her chin digging into the demon's shoulder...but after several moments, the shudders subsided...the mewling ceased...and Lois Lane's breathing became deeper and more regular. In between them, the demon's dick pressed against the reporter's belly button.

It was a long night for Blaze. Her mind ran over all the ways she had planned to despoil the reporter, to ruin her, to use her as a tool of **** against the Kryptonian for his constant interference in her schemes...yet in the final hour before dawn, the demon realized that for all of her centuries of malice, she couldn't bring it upon herself to really hurt Lois. She was too bright a flame to snuff out, to vivacious and brilliant and beautiful to mar or destroy.

Plus, the demon admitted to herself, I still want to fuck her.

Which is how Blaze found herself slowly, carefully lifting Lois Lane's right leg up...and levering her body down. The sleeping reporter was dead weight, but when the head of the succubus's cock finally rubbed against her pussy lips, a familiar warm moistness greeted her.

Fucking slut wants it, Blaze allowed herself a smile as she carefully attempted to bring herself into a position where she could sit aside the sleeping reporter's leg and press her prick home in that hot, wet pussy...

Which is when Blaze learned that Lois Lane awoke like a cat. The reporter's eyes snapped open, violet orbs catching and holding the demon, instantly aware of the situation.

"What are you doing?" Lois asked.

"I...uh..." Blaze blinked. "I was going to fuck you a little?"

"While I was asleep. Without my permission."

"I didn't want to wake you?" Blaze's smile faded. "You were sleeping really well, but you'd sort of rolled onto me, and I've been kind of blue-balling for an hour or so now, and I thought..."

"Never," the reporter said in a voice that sent a chill down the demon's spine. "Without my permission. Understood?"

"Yes. Right. Sorry. Of course." The demon felt stupid.

What the hell am I doing? I can rip her in two! I should just **** this bitch, and...and...

"Well?" Lois said, interrupting that thought.

"Well, what?" Blaze said.

"Stick it in. I like to make love early in the morning. It puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day."

The reporter smiled...a kind of half-smile, biting her lower lip, eyelids half-lowered in a come-hither look that made Blaze's cock ache...and the demon knew that she was, as of this minute, completely and utterly pussy-whipped.

Nor did she give a damn.

Her cock slid into the wet tunnel, and the little moan that slipped past the reporter's mouth was so honest that it made Blaze want to hear it again and again and again...and as the sun rose over Metropolis, and Lois Lane's night ended, it was to the resounding smack of Blaze's balls against the reporter's thigh, the wet schlick of cock and cunt, and the mutual moans of two people who had, against all odds, found something in each other...

...and what Superman would make of that, when he finally found out, is another story.