End: Lois Promises To Fertilize All of Blaze's Eggs If It'll Make The Demon Happy

Just roll with it, Lois Lane decided. It was easier to go along with the flow of Blaze's madness than it was to fight the scarlet succubus, at least for now. I'll call Zatanna tomorrow and set up an exorcism and a morning-after pill, if I have to.

The reporter's hands clamped on crimson hips. With a grunt that hurt her abs, she sat up. Blaze, still grinning madly, wrapped her legs around the reporter's hips, her hands crossed between Lois Lane's neck.

"Okay," Lois Lane said. "Fine. You win. We can be eternal fuckbuddies. I'll plow your pussy of the damned whenever you want, shake all your eggs loose with my mighty thrusts, and spew all of my incredibly virile seed deep into your demonic lady garden."

The hermaphroditic reporter's voice dripped with irony...but then she shifted her tone to something more honest and contrite:

"Just...after we make love, can we go find the women? We'll have the rest of our lives to wring every last sperm out of my dick. Enough to keep you pregnant forever. But I'm worried about them. Okay, Angie? I'll be your eternal fuckbuddy and breeder and babydaddy. Just help me out. We have a deal?"

Something of the madness seemed to leave Blaze at these words. It was as though Lois had passed through a storm into the calm eye at the center. The heat of Blaze's body was like a sauna, the touch of her hands caused the hair to rise up all over the reporter's body. Yet Blaze's burning eyes dimmed a little, even as the cock inside the reporter's pussy twitched.

"Deal," Blaze whispered. Her face moved forward, and Lois parted her lips in anticipation for the kiss.

Then the moment of calm past, and Lois Lane was making love to a firestorm.

They moved against each other. It felt like a white-hot pillar of flame in her lap, grinding and gyrating against the reporter's body. Lois Lane wanted to scream and cry and grunt all at once as cock and cunt filled and were filled. A terrible, **** need filled Lois in a way she had not felt since the first awakening of her sexuality. Yet now she was grown, and as she moved her experience came into play. Hands and mouth moved against the blazing form she coupled with. Listened to the roars and moans, felt the shivers and sighs as she touched certain spots.

Lois Lane wasn't sure how much time passed. For all the frenetic urgency of their coupling, time itself seemed to crawl. She heard Blaze gasp as Lois grabbed her horns. The hot little spurt when the reporter's average-sized cock touched her g-spot. The way Blaze grabbed her lovers nipples and twisted them until pain and pleasure mingled in a moment drawn out like a long note on a violin...and then when Lois could handle it no more, the way her dick seemed to explode inside of the demon. How Lois cried out in agonized relief as she came and came and came.

The women were checked into a local motel. Two of them would stand guard outside the rooms while the other two hooked, bringing in clients. They didn't sleep much, thanks to the speed. The staff turned a blind eye to it all. All four of them had been hooked on **** while at Metropolis University, and had disappeared into their addictions and prostitution to pay for it.

Lois Lane got her interviews. It turned out that none of the women had gone into the Lesbian Pool.

"I mean, it's a glowing pink pool in a basement," Tonya Wong said, her nose scrunching up in disgust. "I figured it was like, radioactive toxic waste or something."

The Daily Planet kept a straight face at that...and, after many hours of haranguing, managed to get the women into cabs and into a rehab center. Angelica Blaze, who hovered near her lover's elbow throughout the ordeal, in human form and wearing Lois Lane's leather jacket, produced a black credit card to pay for their treatment.

"Like, thanks, I think," Tonya said, before the orderlies led her away.

It was the only thanks Lois got. The reporter shook her head as she and Angie left. A part of her felt that the women would be right back on the streets after they got out. Angelica Blaze slid a warm arm around the reporter, and squeezed Lois Lane's ass.

"Hey," Angie whispered. "You ever had breakfast for dinner, taken a shower, crawled into bed and gone immediately into a deep sleep, and then wake up to your lover licking your pussy as she jerks your cock hard so that you blow your first load in a cunt still sticky with last night's load?"

"No," Lois Lane said honestly. "I can honestly say I've never done that."

"You will," Blaze said with a playful grin. "I want at least triplets!"

"Not sure biology works that way, Angie," Lois said, unable to repress a smile herself.

Mentally, Lois Lane put off that phone call with Zatanna. At least, until after a good night's sleep, and whatever came after.