End: I Don't Want To Be Lonely Any More

It took a lot out of Lois Lane to admit that.

"I've been so lonely, for so long...I guess I kept waiting for Superman to sweep me off my feet, for our relationship to get to that next level...to actually be a romance. But that's not going to happen is it? He'll always be off saving the world, always be surrounded by those sexy superheroines. I'm...I'm tired of waiting. Tired of putting my life on hold. I don't want to be lonely anymore."

Blaze leaned over and kissed the reporter's shoulder.

"Well said, sweetmeat...and don't worry. we can take this as fast or as slow as you want. Why don't we start simply...let me take you out for dinner. We can talk, get to know each other. You can even interview me. Perhaps, at the end of the night, you'll let me eat your ass..."

Lois laughed. "That's taking it slow!?"

"I'm a demon. Any sort of relationship where I don't have you bent over and a thirteen-inch erection poking into your pretty pussy within the first 45 seconds is considered romantic. Come now. It's not like we're strangers. Certainly you should appreciate the possibilities of having someone always willing, eager, and able to meet your physical needs...and perhaps some of your emotional needs as well?" Blaze laid her cheek against the reporter's shoulder. "I'll listen to your problems. I'll eat your pussy just like you like it. Cradle your growing belly in my arms as I spoon you in bed."

The reporter chewed her lip. That did sound...nice. Yet Lois had to admit she still felt conflicted. If she made a phone call, she could probably get the Justice League to come and capture or defeat Blaze...one little morning-after pill would probably deal with the pregnancies...she could go back to her old life right now, if she really wanted to...

Her stomach grumbled. Lois made a sudden decision.

"Dinner sounds good," Lois Lane said. "And maybe I'll let you eat my ass. Maybe. That feels like a fourth-date kind of move."

"Whatever you wish, sweetmeat," Blaze said. One hand reached over to lay on the reporter's stomach. "We have...a little time, all to ourselves."

Dawn found Lois Lane biting a pillow. At least three inches of tongue twirled around and around inside her ass...and the reporter still didn't know if she had made a mistake or not. She could see a thousand ways this could all go wrong. Had no idea how Superman or her friends and family would react. Yet there was one thing that was very clear to her, as she reached back and rubbed at her clit as Blaze's tongue reached impossibly deeper inside of her, forcing her quivering asshole further apart...

She didn't feel lonely at all.