End: It's Just Fucking

Something of the immediacy was gone. There was no risk of anyone interrupting, no fear of being caught, nor need to finish quickly. They kissed. Caressed. Took their time. Lois tasted her mouth, her neck, the hollow of her collar. Lana felt the reporter grow hard in her hand. Her thumb and forefinger couldn't quite encircle the demonic monster between Lois Lane's legs.

When Lois was hard and Lana was met, they moved together by mutual but unspoken consent. Lana wanted to be on top this time. Lois found her head in Lana's pillow, as the curvier redhead straddled her. Angled her blue pussy to match up with the scarlet schlong. Slid down, the first inches quickly, and then slower as she reached the middle. Had to **** herself onto the base, those last few inches tight even with her inhuman pussy.

A certain sadness ran through Lois, as she reached up to play with Lana's breasts. It was just sex. Lana wanted a baby, but not a relationship. That much was clear. They felt good together, cock in cunt, Lara's puss clamped tight on the cock as she sought to milk the reporter of her seed. But that was all they had. These moments, minutes, hours. This night.

Lois smiled, pinched Lana's nipples, heard her friend gasp.

She would take what she would get.

As her climax approached, Lois tried to hold back. Lana hadn't cum yet, and she wanted her friend to cum. Wanted to see her lose it, face twist in ecstasy, her hot body clench and shudder through her climax. Lana knew it too. She leaned forward and braced herself over Lois. That ss began to slam down, fast and hard.

"Don't wait," Lana panted. "Cum for me. Now. Whenever you can. I want it all..."

Never let it be said Lois Lane didn't please a lady.

Three thrusts—her hands on Lana's hips now, as if afraid the redhead would escape—and then the damn burst inside of her. Lois's eyes rolled back in her head as the sperm traveled the length of her cock. Burst somewhere impossibly deep inside of Lana. Trapped together for that moment of time, fingers dug in as if afraid to let Lana go.

Creampies: 02
Pregnancy Chance: 10%

It was a long night. They had to pause, now and then, for Lois to rest and recover. Each time took the reporter a little longer to get hard, a little longer to cum. Lana's nails dug furrows in Lois Lane's back when she did eventually cum. The brief spark of pain drove Lois on, excited at the thought of the cervix as it descended to dip into the pool of splooge at the end of Lana's love tunnel. Like a game, a friendly game where they made up their own rules.

Sometimes they would kiss, and other times Lana would act suddenly coy. Lois would ask whether Lana wanted a boy or a girl, and the redhead would say one of each...but when she asked Lois what she wanted, the reporter was tight-lipped. Fingers traced old scars. Told stories for some, made up stories for others. Appendicitis. Glassed in a Glasgow bar. The incident with the tractor. Labia split when she masturbated with a hairbrush. Some outrageous, some true...

Until dawn, when they collapsed next to each other. Utterly spent. ****. No windows for the sun to break in. Lois and Lana's last memory before sleep was to check the app one final time:

Creampies: 05
Pregnancy Chance: 80%

The phone screen hung there for a moment...and then quietly closed. The demonic genitals on Lois Lane and Lana Lang faded to more human hues, though they kept their overall attributes. The DMN app quietly removed itself from the phone. It would not be some hours that woman and dickgirl would awake and discover that there was no going back...

...and deep in the bowels of the club, the demon Blaze chuckled quietly to herself. She was curious to see what those two would do now that they were stuck like this...but that is another story.