End: Lois Isn't For Sale

Sanity came to Lois Lane, almost too late. She couldn't say yes to this...indecent proposal. Whatever else she was, Lois knew that she was no whore.

"Stop," the reporter said, pulling away from Blaze as best as she could. "I can't...I can't do this. I won't let myself be bought like some prostitute."

The demon grasped the human woman and pulled her close, holding her in a close bear hug, the cock plugging the reporter's cunt.

"Please," the word felt like it was being ripped from the depths of Blaze's being. "You cannot leave me like this. I'll give you anything..."

"No!" Lois said firmly. "I'm not for sale! Not my pussy or my womb! If you want a brainless breeder, go pick up some slut off the street! I won't..."

"I don't want a slut!" Blaze said as the reporter squirmed in her grasp. "I want you! Urgh!"

The demon's body tensed...and with a sense of growing horror, Lois suddenly felt an increased wetness down below. "Did you just...tell me you didn't..."

Blaze continued to hold the reporter tight, and rocked back and forth, cock still amazingly rigid, balls deep inside the reporter's now sticky and overflowing cunt.

"I couldn't...I couldn't..." The demon looked Lois in the eyes, and the face was a mask of emotional turmoil. "We...we can make another deal. I'm sorry. It's not too late, I can..."

Lois Lane's hand slapped the crimson cheek, hard enough that the shock traveled all the way up the reporter's arm to her elbow. It couldn't have hurt the demon, but it shocked her enough that her grip loosened...just enough for Lois to wiggle free, to disengage from the stiff and dripping dick. The reporter felt queasy as the black spunk dripped out of her pussy. She knew that she would be feeling that for hours.

Blaze got on her knees, all her haughty demeanor evaporated. Lois thought perhaps that she was seeing the demon as she truly was, without any of the barriers that Blaze had built up to protect herself.

"Please...you don't...don't go. Don't leave me. We can be together. Not with money! Marry me...be my queen...bear my children...you might already..."

Lois looked around for the door, found it. She gave Blaze one single backwards glance.

"No means no. And if I am...then I'll deal with it. I'm a modern woman, Blaze. Not some feckless cunt that gets knocked up and ends up barefoot and pregnant for the rest of her life. maybe if you had treated me like an equal instead of like a cow to be bought and sold..."

Lois Lane left the rest of the thought unspoken. The demon had sagged in on herself, hard cock still quivering, spurting black jizz into the rich carpet. The reporter left the room without a backward glance.

Fortunately, a naked woman with cum dripping out of her gash was far from an uncommon sight at an underground brothel, and few of the people Lois Lane encountered gave her more than a second glance as she made her way back up to the changing room to reclaim her clothes. Lois cursed herself for getting into this mess, and was already planning the next steps she'd have to take. Stop at a pharmacy on the way home to get a contraceptive pill, a douche to clean out her pussy, laundry...

One billion dollars, the thought tugged at her, and Lois was sick that any part of her had ever been tempted by it, even for a moment. She thought too about the demon she had left behind, unmoving and utterly devastated by the reporter's rejection. Lois Lane hoped, now that her night out was over, that she would never see that demonic dickgirl again...but as her pussy squished with each step, the feel of that jizzload deep inside of her slowly leaking out, the reporter knew that she would still think about Blaze, from time to time, in her unguarded moments...and wonder at what might have been.