End: Lois Lane Wants A Show Of Loyalty First

Lois Lane was not indecisive. She had already just about decided that she would marry Blaze...but there was no need to rush these things. After all, this was a quid pro quo situation, right? Why should she just go ahead and give Blaze what she wanted without getting some proof first that the demon wasn't pulling a fast one?

"If you want me to marry you," Lois said. "I want to make sure you're seriously going to obey me. Are you ready to fulfill my every wish?"

The reporter ran her hands over the butt that had once belonged to hers, the crimson dick plugged deep inside of Blaze's asshole. She thought back to all the things she had never had a chance to do in her own body. Sexual fantasies on her bucket list she would now never experience.

"My body is yours to command," Blaze said, and she wiggled the reporter's ass.

"Good," Lois said. "Fist your cunt."

The wiggling stopped. Blaze froze, and Lois ran her hands over the former demon's lower back, and felt how tense the muscles were.

"Of...of course," Blaze said, a hint of trepidation in her voice.

She leaned backward, resting some of her weight a little against the reporter's hips...which freed her left hand up. Lois watched from behind as Blaze began to stuff her fingers in her mouth, getting them good and wet.

"Lube is in the drawer to your left," Lois said, excitement building inside her chest. She had always wanted to fist herself, but the most she had ever done was three fingers.

Blaze rummaged in the drawer, found the lube, and squirted a glob of the clear, cool liquid onto her fist. Holding herself up with one hand, the former demon brought her hand down to what had once been Lois Lane's pussy...

"Aagh!" the former demon grunted, in Lois Lane's voice. "So...tight..."

"Start with a finger," Lois said, as she rubbed her hand down Blaze's thighs. "Stretch yourself out slowly...we have all night. I just want to feel your whole hand inside you as I fuck your slutty ass."

They took their time. Lois could feel the excitement build and build inside of her slowly bur surely more fingers slid into Blaze's pussy. Her own pussy, which had never tried to take so many. She could feel the tightness increase in Blaze's ass as more and more fingers stuffed that cunt. Three fingers...four...and then, gasping and squirming, Blaze folded her thumb into her steepled fingers and cried out as the hand, sticky with lube and pussy juice, slowly but firmly slipped past the entrance to her birth canal. It was so tight that Lois couldn't stand it anymore.

The dickgirl began to move...and now the pitch of Blaze's voice went up a notch, to a tone that Lois Lane had only heard her own voice take when she was on the cusp of climax. A terrible masculine thrill filled the reporter as her hips seemed to move on their own, the crimson cock sliding in and out of the ass faster and faster, making wet, nasty schlick-schlick-schlick sounds that drove both of them on.

"I'm going to cum in your ass," Lois huffed. "Just like I came in your tight cunt when I knocked you up. Is this what you want? Because if we get married, I'm going to fuck you like this...and worse. Your body is going to be my plaything! I'm going to fuck you in ways you can't even imagine!"

"Yes...yes...yes!" Blaze groaned, shuddered...screamed...and Lois Lane felt that internal explosion that signaled the hot spurt of her seed deep into what had, at the beginning of the night, been her own rectum.

In a way, it still was.

Blaze's arm gave out, and she collapsed forward. Lois Lane fell on top of her, still embedded in that tight ass. The pregnant woman was half-shaking, half-sobbing, and Lois planted kisses on her shoulder. Her brain already thinking of what else she could have Blaze do.

"Alright," Lois Lane whispered in her ear. "I'll marry you."

Lois couldn't see the happy tears that came from Angelica Blaze's eyes...or the unfamiliar smile that twisted her lips, like a knowing smirk.