End: In My Mouth...

Lois Lane's violet eyes narrowed, a smile on her lips. "...I want you to taste it."

Angelica Blaze chuckled...but she pulled her cocks out of the reporter's pussy and out. Without being told, Lois dropped down to her knees, mouth open, eyes narrowed to slits. The doubly-endowed dickgirl pumped each cock with a separate fist, the light glinting off her dark horns.

As the reporter waited for the hot load on her tongue, she reflected on the events of the night. Int ruth, she'd had her suspicions about Angelica Blaze from the beginning. Normal human beings weren't functional hermaphrodites, and there had always been something different about Blaze. In truth, Lois didn't mind the revelation—the reporter had never held prejudices against metahumans, whether they looked particularly demonic or not. Red skin, black skin, it didn't matter to her—but other things did pique Lois Lane's curiosity.

The limits and nature of the invisible bond that seemed to connect them. What Angie had to do with the women that went missing...becuase it couldn't be coincidence that Lois had come looking and just happened to find a hot demon who was even now jerking off into her mouth...

The two cock-heads were almost touching her lips now. Lois opened wide, exposed her tongue...the tip just touched the bottommost cock...and like a bomb with a hair trigger, it exploded. Hot, bitter jizz burst out. Not the first time Lois had had cum on her tongue...but there was something different about this. It was thick as chutney, somehow stringy, and the bitterness was oddly metallic, savory. The reporter's salivary glands immediately went into overdrive, drool filling her mouth as the how mass plastered her tongue, coated her teeth, the ammonia burning the top of her mouth and tickling her nostrils.

Blaze could taste her own jizz, as Lois tasted it. As the reporter swallowed, the demon could feel the hot, sticky load slide down, coating her esophagus with a slimy trail. She felt Lois Lane's tongue scrape at her teeth, unable to get every last little bit...and then Blaze sat down, momentarily spent, sated, exhausted, ecstatic...

It was all going so much better than she had planned.

Lois Lane, for her part, bobbed her head down between the demon's knees, to take one head into her mouth, sucking gently, running her tongue around the head to scrape off the last lingering drops of jizz....and at that moment, Blaze could feel her heart outpacing the Grinch's fetid pumping organ.

"You know," Lois said, as she finished cleaning the crimson cocks. "I'm going to want answers."

"Of course," Blaze said.

"And reciprocal service," Lois added. "if I can suck your dick, you can eat my pussy."

"Always," the demon promised. Her eyes glowed from beneath her horns. "It is important to care for your familiar's well-being."

"Hmm," Lois Lane hummed. She crawled up the demon's body. "So what is XXX, and why are you serving it to guests?"

Blaze smiled. Her hands came down to cup the reporter's ass.

"A highly diluted alchemical distillation of demonic sexual fluids," the demon said. "It acts as an aphrodisiac. Lowers inhibitions, increases arousal and sensitivity...a bit of social lubricant. Keeps the women coming back for more."

Lois frowned. "Addictive?"

"No more so than a very good champagne," the scarlet succubus said. "Although some women are more susceptible to it than others. And if you receive an undiluted dose, straight from the source..."

The reporter put two and two together. "I'm addicted to your cum!?"

Blaze's smile widened. "It is important to feed your familiar as well..."

Just like that, Lois Lane felt the mood should have soured...the bubble of disbelief popped...she should have been angry, revolted, pissed, nauseous. Instead, her pussy and ass clenched, and there was a sort of ache inside of her groin in the shape of Blaze's cocks.

"Don't worry, Lois," Blaze said. "You'll get used to it. And I will take good care of all of your needs..."

Confused, Lois felt her body press against Blaze's, lost in a demonic snuggle. Something had shifted inside of her...and the reporter no longer exactly trusted herself. Yet what worried her wasn't so much what she had done...but what she would do as Blaze's familiar.