End: Lois Doesn't Let Her Put It In

"No," Lois Lane said. Caught between regret and sexual frustration, the reporter's bad decision seemed pre-ordained. At heart, every human being is nothing more than a horny little ape, but she was more than an animal. Lois squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could, and put as much iron disdain into her voice as she could manage. "You're only worthy of my thighs. Now hurry up and cum!"

"You...cunt!" Blaze said, breathlessly. "You utter, cold-hearted bitch!"

The words were harsh, but the tone was one of admiration tinged with disbelief. Through the window, the light of dawn glowed. They had been frotting for longer than Lois Lane had thought.

The cock had never stopped thrusting back and forth between the reporter's legs, but now the dickgirl's hips slammed into the reporter's ass harder and faster than ever. Lois bit back a mewl as the hands mauled her breasts, squeezing the small tits mercilessly. The reporter gasped as her pussy burned...and then she stared down between her legs.

Angelica Blaze's cock was red. Red as fresh blood on parchment, bright and almost wet-looking. The swollen purple helmet looked to be the size of an apple, and as Lois stared the shaft thickened, spreading the reporter's thighs. So too, the hands that groped Lois Lane's breasts were the same shade of red, now tipped with black claws...

"In two thousand years I've seduced vestal virgins, nuns, chaste wives, and fearful slaves. Yet never, in all my dark life, have I found anyone that could resist my charms...but you, Lois. You have won. And I will honor our bet."

Memories flooded back into the reporter's brain. The events of the night came rushing back to her in a single rush of events that left her momentarily speechless. Her thighs quivered as the cock burning her thighs continued to stimulate the reporter's clit relentlessly.

The demon's lips pressed against the reporter's lips.

"You have won, Lois. The women will go free. And I will not **** you. But I will leave you with...a little prize. Something to think of me, during those long and lonely nights."

The scream seemed to rip from the reporter's lungs a moment before the pain hit her. She stared down at her breasts, and saw that two sharp claws had lengthened into needle-like spikes and had pierced through the reporter's stiff pink nipples. As Lois watched, Blaze pushed the needle-like black spikes through the holes, widening them...and the sharp points curled back on themselves, until they met the crimson fingertips.

When Blaze drew her fingers away from the reporter's violated nipples, two heavy rings, without hing or break, tugged down from her stiff nipples/ Two drops of blood ran down either tit in a small rivulet. Then the cock drew back...and Lois was left gasping, naked, her pussy pulsing, screaming for a dick that wasn't there.

Swiftly, Lois swiveled around...but the apartment was empty. No Angelica Blaze. Nor her clothes. The reporter reached down to her pussy and rubbed at her agitated clit. Her nipples throbbed in pain, more sensitive than ever, but Lois couldn't stand it anymore. She leaned against the door to the bathroom, flicking her bean with as much speed as she could muster...and cried out, even as the first bright ray of dawn burst through the balcony window.

There were other evidences of Blaze's presence that night. The note from earlier. The chaffing of Lois Lane's thighs where the cock had rubbed her raw. Nothing that she could show to anyone, nothing she could prove...except for the dark nipple-rings that pierced her breasts, and Lois took a ragged breath as she wondered who, if anyone, she could show those to.

Yet above all, there was a sense of accomplishment. Lois Lane had beaten the devil at her own game. Had managed, despite the greatest temptations, not to give in. Little did she know that in doing so, she had enraptured Blaze more completely than if Lois had simply bent over and offered her holes for pillaging. For now, Blaze would wish ****...

But that is another story.