End: Leave It At That, For Tonight

No, Blaze thought, as she withdrew her tongue from the reporter's ear, flesh sealing over. Better to take this...slow. Her corruption will be all the more enjoyable, the more she partakes in it herself.

Drunkenly, the reporter leaned back. Her mouth sought Blaze's, and the demonic dickgirl opened her lips and let their tongues entwine. The reporter tasted like beer and blowjobs, and Blaze could feel that Lois Lane's excitement was winding down, the exhausted reporter almost ready for a night of deep and dreamless sleep.

"Hey," Lois whispered, after she broke the kiss. "You...want to meet up here again sometime?"

"I'd enjoy that," Blaze assured her. "But you've had a little too much to drink for tonight. We should probably get you home."

"Right," Lois said, blinking slowly. "You're right. I could really go for a little nap."

There was a wet schluck as Angelica Blaze pulled the half-limp reporter off of her cock. A torrent of sperm hit the floor with a splat, to a chorus of guffaws. Lois Lane waved drunkenly from the dickgirl's shoulder, waving everyone goodbye as she was carried out of the bar.

Lois Lane had no memories of getting dressed again, or the car ride back to her apartment. Only laying snuggled in Blaze's arm, the dickgirl so warm, her small, soft breast the perfect pillow for her sore ear...and Angelica half-carried the staggering, swiftly fading reporter through the lobby, up the elevator, and down the hall to her own apartment. After six fruitless tries, Blaze sighed and grabbed the reporter's hand, guiding Lois Lane's key into the lock and turning it.

The reporter collapsed on her bed, dark hair hanging down over the side. Blaze stood there for a moment, admiring what a magnificent drunken mess that Lois Lane was right now...and how many times she might see the reporter like this, if her conditioning of Lois' mind held on in the coming weeks or months.

"Hey," Lois said, staring at the dickgirl's crotch upside-down. "I don't normally ask this, but would you like, fuck my throat? It might help me...you know..."

Angelica Blaze hesitated. Her crotch bulged as blood flowed into her bitchbreaker. In truth, Blaze knew she shouldn't, but...Lois Lane reached out, not moving from the bed, and grabbed the zipper. When she pulled it down, the half-hard cock spilled out over her arm. The reporter's drunken smile was unfeigned.

"Yaaay...you know, you haven't fucked me in like, an hour," the last words were petulant, accusatory...and then Blaze stepped forward, and Lois stared cross-eyed at the thick slab of clockmeat that blotted out the ceiling light.

"Hey...big guy..." Lois cooed, and then kissed the tip of the dick. "We're gonna...have a lot of fun...hmmm?"

Lois Lane opened wide...and Blaze sighed as she guided the tip of her cock into the warm, welcoming hole.

There was the chance that Lois Lane would regret what she remembered of this night, when she awoke tomorrow morning. Perhaps the reporter's innate willpower would overcome the changes that Baze had made to her mind. Perhaps too, the man of Steel might smell Blaze's influence on the reporter, and take steps.

Right now, as Blaze pushed forward, her cock sliding into the throat of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, the demonic dickgirl did not care. All she could think about was how good this felt..and how much she as looking forward to Lois Lane's next night out.