End: Lois Lane, We Are Now Fuckbuddies

Dawn light peeked through the curtains, and Lois Lane stretched like a cat, arms and legs fully extended, still on her stomach. A contented smile graced her face, as if she held onto the cobwebs of a lovely dream, and between her legs her tiny cock was stiff as it pressed against the sheets. Lois blinked slowly as she lifted her head to greet the sun...and then a shadow interposed itself between Lois and the curtain.

The tip of Raven's cock hovered under Lois Lane's nose...and the reporter didn't even realize what she was doing until her mouth opened and she leaned forward to engulf the head of that prick.

"Good morning, Lois," Raven said. "We need to talk."

"Mmmh," Lois mumbled as her head began to bob a little.

"Right. I'll talk, you suck," the dickgirl said. "There's no easy way to say this but...you were influenced by a demon last night. They made some changes to your anatomy, your mind. You're still Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. But you're also a cockthirsty mini-dicked shemale slut, and to save your soul I was **** to bind you to my will."

The reporter's tongue slid along the underside of Raven's cock. The naked shemale crawled forward on the bed, to get a better vantage point and take more of the long dick into her mouth, and then flipped over, breasts in the air, so that her esophagus presented a straight tunnel for Raven to fuck.

"You're going to feel...urges. And I can help with that. And you can help me. We'll help each other," Raven said, a slight quiver in her voice as Lois pushed forward in an effort to deep throat the first half of the Titan's cock. "What...what I'm saying is that we're going to be fuckbuddies. When one of us needs relief, we'll...contact the other...and just...just get together. And I'll give you all the cock and cum you want."

Raven swallowed hard as Lois Lane swallowed her hard-on. Once as a cub reporter, Lois had apprenticed with a sword swallower...an experience that now came in hand as she aligned herself with respect to the dickgirl's cock to open her esophagus and take the 13-inch bitch breaker until the soft, hot mass of Raven's scrotum pressed against the reporter's face. The Titan stared down as she saw the bulge in the reporter's throat, and wished for a moment that Lois had a choker for her to snap.

"We...have to keep this on the down-low, though," Raven huffed as her hips twitched. "Keep your little dick hidden. Don't tell anyone about us. And, uh...keep your back door clean and ready for action. I...want you to be ready whenever I need you..."

In answer, Lois Lane stuck up her arms, hands balled into fists, thumbs pointed at the ceiling.

"Great!" Raven said with relief as she began to pull her hips back, and watched the spit-slick shaft slide easily out of the reporter's mouth. "Just don't go all romantic on me. We're not g-girlfriends or anything."

It is impossible to see someone grin when you're fucking their throat. Yet Raven was an empath...and the emotions that burned within Lois Lane at the end of her night out showed that the dickgirl's words had fallen on deaf ears. Love and lust mingled in Lois Lane in a way that Raven had never felt before.

Fuckbuddies? For now. Yet Raven wondered how long such an arrangement could last.