End: Like A Pathetic Cuck

Angelica Blaze-Lane didn't have to ask where Lois had been, when her wife came in. She could smell the semen inside of Lois Lane's cunt. A tumult of emotions vexed the demon's heart. Things she didn't have a name for.

The reporter gave her spouse a knowing smile as she entered their apartment and locked the door. Without preamble, Lois walked over to where the demon was seated. She turned on her heel before the demonic dickgirl, and presented her backside. Blaze's eyes went to the zipper at the top of the pencil skirt that hugged the reporter's hips.

"Unzip me, would you darling?" Lois said.

Blaze did. There was a lump in her throat as she reached forward and pulled the zipper down. The wet, ammonia smell of the semen was stronger as Lois reached to her hips and slid the skirt down. The demon shook as she saw those familiar pale buttocks...and then Lois turned around, and the demon swallowed hard as she saw the gooey white cream that hung out of her wife's slit. Thicker than her own watery seed.

Watery? Blaze thought, as her memories collided. No, I'm virile, I'm...

But the crimson cock hung limp between the seated demon's thighs.

"Clean me out," Lois ordered. "That's what you want, isn't it cuckie?"

Revulsion filled the demon as she bent forward. Her mouth salivated like a dog that had awaited a juicy bone. At the first touch of that super-sperm to her long forked tongue, an erotic shiver went all the way down Blaze's spine. All the way to the tip of her dick, which began to ache.

Lois grabbed the now somewhat-longer horns in her hands, and guided Blaze's face forward. Rubbed her spouse's nose in her cum-splattered pubic hair.

"It's a dangerous day. I'm ovulating. He shot it in deep. Unless you want me knocked up with his babies, you'd better get it all out," Lois said cooly...and Blaze, to her horror and fascination, found herself slide onto her knees as she scooped the jizz out of her wife's freshly-fucked cunt and swallowed it.

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? I bet it would get you hard. The humiliation of seeing me pregnant with a real man's child. The embarrassment as everyone figured out that your pathetic pecker couldn't do the pecking," Lois egged her on, and Blaze moaned as her cock slowly stiffened.

"You pushed me too far, love," Lois said. "You made me wish for something that changed us both. You wanted me to be your loving wife, which I am. But I made you a cuckold, which you are. So now I'm your cheating slut of a wife. My affairs will be many, and legendary, and every time your horns will grow a little bigger...and you're going to love me for it, like the beta cuck bitch you are!"

Blaze moaned. Spontaneously, her cock shuddered and a squirt of watery semen, so thin and pathetic compared to the thick baby batter she swallowed out of the reporter's sperm-spattered slit that the cheeks burned purple.

"I'm doing this because I love you," Lois said, and her coolness broke down to show real emotion. "Because I know you love it. Because you want me to be a cheating whore. I'm going to keep doing this for as long as you want. I'll be the ultimate slut wife, so you can live out your cuckold fantasy."

They moaned together then, and Blaze found herself clutch Lois Lane's ass and push her tongue so deep that she touched the reporter's cervix.

It was terrible—nothing that Blaze had ever planned for Lois Lane's night out, for her corruption and downfall—and yet it was in its own was magnificent and perfect. Because in this new reality, Blaze was the ultimate cuck, the loving wife, aroused at Lois Lane's infidelities, unable to satisfy her wife any other way—or to be satisfied.

Already, the memories of their old lives began to fade. Blaze knew she had the power to change this. If she really wanted to. But she didn't.

"Good girl," Lois said, as Blaze nuzzled the pussy. "Maybe later, I'll let you fuck my ass. My pussy is off limits for right now. I want to see if I can get a real man to knock me up..."

Blaze had never been so humiliated in all the centuries of her existence. Yet she loved it.

"What a terrible trap this is," she said, as she stared up at her wife Lois Lane. "That I don't wish to escape."

"Face it cuckie," Lois said, as she ran her hand through her spouse's long black hair. "You hit the jackpot."