End: Lois Has To Let Blaze Earn Her Freedom

"Sure," the reporter said. She relaxed into the bed and brought her legs up until her feet were flat on the mattress, knees wide apart. Lois Lane reached down and spread her labia out with her fingers. It was amazing how quickly shyness went out the window when a lover asked to eat your pussy. "Every little bit toward your 'parole' right?"

Blaze gave that damnable Mona Lisa smile...like she knew something that Lois didn't...but on all fours she obediently lowered her head, ass in the air like a cat.

She really should have a tail, the reporter thought to herself, eyes closing as the demon's hot breath steemed her sensitive pink pussy. Something to wave back and forth, give some idea of her mood.

The demon spat into the reporter's cooch. Lois felt the hot loogie land, followed quickly by that long, skilled tongue. Blaze pushed that tongue deep inside the reporter's cleft, the tongue now preternaturally long, swelling and scraping against Lois Lane's walls. It almost fel like a long, skinny cock—but then it began to swirl as no cock could swirl, rubbing against all the sensitive bots of Lois Lane's pussy, the tongue pressing further and further, pushing that spittle back, back...

"Yeah, get in there deep," Lois murmured, flexing her pussy walls and shifting her ass to grind her pussy into the demon's face. She rubbed her clit agains Blaze's nose, her hips rotating, fingers pulling at the spread pussy lips to keep them open.

Like most women, Lois Lane hadn't gotten enough oral set in her life. Especially not from someone that knew what they were doing. Blaze's hands moved forward, the demon supporting her upper body on ehr elbows as she slender fingers moved for a dual attack. One scarlet left hand moved over the reporter's rotch, the thumb sliding down to rub at the reporter's clitty before Lois trifed to stuff it up demon's nose.The red right hand slipped beneath, a single finger teasing the reporter's taint.

Lois wondered if the demon would move south and try to finger her ass—something that Lois was more open to at the moment than probably any time in her life—but no, it moved upwards. The red finger tickled at the very base of Lois Lane's pussy, the sensitive little spot where the reporter's crease began...and it was slow moving up, up to where the tongue felt like it was impossibly far into the reporter's twat, pushing that glob of something up against the door of Lois Lane's womb.

Time ticked by, though Lois Lane lost track. Who counts minutes when a swirling tongue is licking you in places you never felt a tongue go? When a fingger is gently spreading and rubbing at your cunt tunnel, and another is moving so fast that it's vibrating against your clit like a Hitachi wand? Lois Lane lost herself in the moment, her breath quickening, ass cheeks squeezing so hard that they hurt until she remembered to relax them, only for the constant **** on her pussy to start the process all over again. Her lower back against the coveres created a little hot box, damp sweat running down the crack of her ass, pussy juice dribbling freely, until the reporter was sitting in an ass-shaped wetspot of her own juices, and she didn't care about that either.

Her body, held on edge by the scarlet succubus' ministrations, finally entered the final stretch. Lois could feel it rising inside of her like a bubble deep in a well, gathering speed as it approached the surface. THe excitement rose until she could hardly breathe, until her humping against Blaze's face devolved into a single frantic quivering motion that covered her entire thighs and belly, nipples so stiff they hurt, toes curling and calves aching because she was squeezing them so hard...

No one thing set the reporter off. Everything hit her at once. The deep tongue, the pulling of the finger stretching her pussy, the hard vibration against her clit...it all came together and Lois lost all control for a moment, her body shaking and spasming, voice trilling as her shaking body moaned so loud that the neighbors woke up before their alarms, hard and wet, llike a horny ghost was haunting them through the walls.

Deep inside of Lois, her cervix opened, spasmed, muscles contracting moving forward to scoop up the virile jizz that should be pooling that...and met the demon's tongue, and the hot glob of sperm that she had coughed into the depths of Lois Lane's cunt.

When Lois Lane's climax finally subsided, her legs twitching and pussy aching and yet oddly satisfied deep inside, Blaze withdrew that long tongue, which quickly resumed its normal proportions.

She smiled down at her "jailer." That damned Mona Lisa smile graced her lips.

"Was that a good deed, mistress?" she asked, forgetting for a moment the reporter's order. Those pure white eyes staring into the reporter's flushed face.

"That was...a very good deed," Lois Lane said. "I think I might have to let you do that one again."

"Of course, Lois," Blaze said, and laid down, using the reporter's stomach as a pillow, one hear pressed against the reporter's navel. "Whenever you want."

Nine hundred, ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight good deeds to go...though in a few weeks, Lois Lane might have to revise that total. It would be a very long time until the demon Blaze earned her "parole"—if she ever did. But that is a story for another time.