End: Lois Lane Reflects

Lois Lane closed her eyes. Shut out the mirror, the world around her, even as she felt the demon Blaze slide that cock back into her tight, gripping cunt. The reporter let out a breath. She needed to reflect...and not about the external things, how she looked or how other people saw her. Lois needed to reflect on herself.

The demon was talking, but Lois ignored her. Let her consciousness go to her body. How wet her pussy was (that wasn't normal), how hot her cunt was (she really needed this), how hard her nipples were (it had been so long since they had been kissed). The cock, with the demon attached to it, plunged in and out, as blind and seeking as any dick that the reporter had ever taken. Concerned with its one mission: to fuck, to squeeze into a tight hole, to spray its seed inside...maybe to impregnate, maybe just for release.

"Release," Lois whispered to herself. That was something she hadn't done in a long time. Oh, she had masturbated over the last few months, but more and more she knew that she had been losing herself in her work, shunning social functions. Hadn't put herself out there on the meat market, didn't want to date. The reporter had told herself that she was busy, that she was above the whole thing...but that wasn't true, was it?

Face it, Lane, Lois told herself as Blaze's hands crept up to cup her breasts. The long strokes were getting shorter, the whispers more urgent. When not distracted by the mirror, it seemed to pathetically obvious and straightforward. Lois didn't want to date. She wanted to mate. She had reached that point in her life...call it emotional maturity, call it biological clock...where she didn't want to go through the whole "Who are you? Here's who I am." thing anymore. The reporter just wanted to be with someone. Preferably, someone that would fulfill her physical and emotional needs. Unconsciously, Lois had been holding out for Superman, but...was that realistic?

Blaze was grunting, the cock hitting deep, threatening to punch into the reporter's cervix. Lois Lane opened her eyes, a decision made.

The reporter twisted...and the demon's cock, so deep inside of her, gave her a good bit of leverage. Even with superhuman strength, when someone grabs your dick and tugs, you'll go with it. So did Blaze. The scarlet succubus hit the floot lightly, more surprised than hurt...which gave Lois time to get her leg over, and settle into the demon's lap, riding the dick from on top, where she could set the pace.

"Blaze," the reporter said, staring down at the demon beneath her. "I think we need to come to an understanding."

Lois moved her hips, grinding her pussy against the dick. She leaned down to angle it so her clit could rub where their crotches met. On instinct, she grabbed the demon's hard black horns.

"I'm using you to get pregnant," she said. "I've made peace with that. You need to make peace with that too."

The demon growled. Her hands grabbed the reporter's ass, tried to lift the reporter's ass up, but Lois spit in her eye.

"No. You try to **** me, and this is over. I don't need your dick."

"I can rip you in half!" Blaze growled.

"Can you?" Lois raised an eyebrow. "Because then you can't fuck me. And I think you want to fuck me. This whole game with the mirrors and the cult...you just wanted to get laid, didn't you? Or were you looking for something more?"

"What the fuck do you know about it?"

"I know what it's like, when you need sex, but not just sex. When it gets tiresome to be with someone just to be with someone, knowing that the relationship is going nowhere. How it feels when there's something lacking in your life, and you don't like the person in the mirror but don't know why." Lois kept grinding her pussy, excitement building inside of her. "I may not know about demons and dickgirls, but I know about women, Blaze, and you're in the same place as I am. You want more than a broken fuck. You want a partner. And that..." Lois began to pant. "...means...a little...give and take..."

Blaze was lifting her hips now, not so much to thrust as to help grind Lois Lane's little clitty harder. The reporter was losing it, and they both knew it. On the brink, ready to climax.

"I've never had a girlfriend," the demon said.

"Never had a babydaddy," the reporter shot back, then bit her lip as she felt herself pass over the edge.

No one else heard the little gasps as Lois rode through her little climax, the demon's hands squeezing her ass. Nor did she stop grinding, even after her body passed through the other side...because Blaze's cock was still hard and churning inside of her, and Lois could imagine those balls squeezing tight, **** to cum. Lois didn't fear that anymore, didn't mind it either. She knew who and what she was, with or without a mirror.

Then it was Blaze's turn to gasp...and perhaps that was what sealed the invisible bond between them. How completely the demon gave herself to Lois, in that moment; how utterly that Lois opened herself to accept Blaze for who and what she was. So that in the end, Lois and Blaze were left rocking in palce, sated in a way that neither had ever felt.

"I don't...know where we go from here," Blaze said.

"New ground for both of us." Lois admitted. "I suppose we should talk ground rules, dull realities."

"How do you feel about post-coital oral sex?"

"Giving or receiving?"

The pair grinned as they shifted positions. Mouth to cunt, mouth to cock. Both of them tasting the demon's bitter jizz, feeling the heat of their sore genitals, sucking and slurping. There was still much to be said between them...but that, perhaps, could wait until tomorrow.

For Lois Lane had decided, reflecting on the choices she had made this night, that she did not regret what had led her to this place at this time. Some other Lois, she knew, might have gone left where she had gone right, would have seen something else in the mirror, would have ended up somewhere completely different. She wished those other Lois Lane's well...for this was her choice, and she was content with it.