End: Lois Lets Blaze Move In With Her

"Well..." Lois said. "I suppose we can try it. Just so you know, it's often stressful for two people to live together for the first tiiiii—"

Blaze had sat up and was kissing the reporter's neck, with just the barest touch of teeth. The reporter heard and felt static crackle as her demonic girlfriend's hands slid over her body...and all the weariness of the night seemed to fade away.

"So," the demon said. "Are there any rituals I should know about?"

"W-we-well," Lois said, when her brain would function again. "S-some couples like to christen each room of the house by fucking in them."

"Hmm, a challenge?" Blaze said. "I like it!"

Which is how Lois Lane was bent over the kitchen table, as her girlfriend's cock slammed into her from behind. How Lois and Blaze ended up in a sixty nine on the couch, the reporter tasting her own tangy pussy along with the demon's salty, bitter jizz, like mango and soy sauce. A breathless reporter bobbed up and down as Blaze sat on the toilet, her crimson cock still supernaturally stiff. Once more in the bedroom, on their side, hips grinding into one another. Standing up in the closet, Lois Lane's shirts and pants being knocked off of hangers.

It wasn't like Lois Lane couldn't have said no...but Blaze's enthusiasm was infectious. Lois hadn't met anyone so...into her...in years. Even her teasing, toying, will-he-or-won't-he with Superman felt staid compared to this raw puppy love. It felt so good to be wanted.

Which is how Lois Lane ended up on the balcony, braced against the handrails, as Blaze railed her. The reporter let the wind whip past her naked body, pushed back as the crimson cock slid in and out of her cum-soaked pussy...and as the sun rose over Metropolis, Lois Lane laughed, long and loud and hard.

She had no idea what was going to happen. If this relationship would work out. If the pregnancy would make it to term. What her family or coworkers or Superman would think...and for that moment, as her night out ended and black jizz drippped out of her sore, throbbing slit, Lois Lane didn't care.

It couldn't last. Nothing ever did. As Lois Lane's legs wobbled and Blaze clutched at her like she was her lifeline during a storm, the reporter thought back to all the decisions she had made...and wondered how things might have turned out differently, if she had made different choices tonight.