End: Lois Wants Something A Little Stronger

Lois Lane had started out the night determined to find out what happened to those missing women.

Now she was in the bed of a strange shemale, sucking the cannabis fumes out of a vape pen and rubbing her clit as a long, ridged silicone toy was being slowly slid into her ass. Not exactly the end that the reporter had hoped for tonight...and why was that, she asked herself?

Because I'm horny, the reporter admitted as she held the hot smoke inside her lungs for the count of three. She let it out as a white plume. Because I haven't made love with anyone in months, and because Angelica is...well...willing, receptive, and here.

It sounded like a lame excuse, even in her head. Down between her legs, the dickgirl was inching the well-lubed toy up the reporter's back passage. It didn't hurt, which surprised Lois. Part of that might have been the cannabis, but a larger part of it was that Lois was simply not fighting it anymore. She'd already been fucked. Could still feel Blaze's goo inside of her, all those little swimmers deep inside. That needed to be taken care of, and Lois knew it. But...first things first.

Blaze had her thumbs on the flared base...and with a little gasp of delight, she pressed the last part of the silicone toy in. Lois still wasn't sure what the colon-tickler was supposed to do for her. It didn't feel like getting a cock up her pussy. It felt...weird. There was that urge, even now, to try and squeeze it out, to go the bathroom, even though Lois knew she was clean down there. She tried to relax more...let the smoke do its work, let her fingers rub her clit...leaning back into the mattress, staring at nothing at all.

Angelica began to kiss her thighs. Soft, fluttery kisses. Lois closed her eyes, tried to imagine Superman kissing her like that...but the image didn't come. She took another hit from the vape pen, wondering what it all meant, even as the dickgirl's kisses got closer and closer...until Blaze's nose was bumping the reporter's fingertips, the tongue running up and down the pussy even as Lois kept jilling away at her clitoris.

It felt...good. Better than when she was doing it on her own. The anal toy definitely added something to the whole mix of sensations, a presence of being penetrated, an unexpected bit of stimulus, but Lois didn't know what all the fuss was about...

...and then Lois found herself, without really meaning to, talking about the experience. Why she was here, what had happened on her night out, how it felt as Angelica moved up her body, working around the hand and arm that was still methodically rubbing her clit in tight little circles, licking and sucking on each nipple until they were hard, kissing the hollow of the reporter's throat, the edge of her jaw...

...and then the tip of Angelica's cock was pressed against her folds, and Lois found her words run out as she stared into those eyes...which now looked like pure white pools, without pupil or iris.

"The women are fine. They're working at the club. You can interview them later. After you cum."

Lois Lane nodded dumbly. There was something about those eyes...and then she gasped, as the cock plunged in. Now she knew what the anal toy was for. It was tighter inside he now, and the dick and the toy played against each other, rubbed through the thin skein of flesh that separated pussy and ass, and the reporter's cunny was already so wet...and the reporter's fingers never stopped, not for a moment, and Blaze was fucking her slow and gentle, grinding her into the mattress. It was a marathon, not a race, and Lois coughed, taking the smoke in deeper to her lungs, lightheaded and woozy and...and...

She wasn't sure which of them came first. All she knew was that there was an electric contraction as all of her cunt-muscles squeezed tight at once, and that seemed to rippled out from there. Her thighs jammed tight on Blaze's hips, her buttocks squeezed painfully about the toy in her ass, toes curled, abs stiffened, the smoke was forcd out of her nostrils in twin plumes...and Lois Lane was sure, somehow, even though she couldn't feel it, that Blaze had just burst another impossibly rich load deep inside of her pussy, where the greedy cervix was slurping up all that jizz, fulfilling its biological purpose.

Slowly, Lois came down. She felt like she melted into the mattress, panting, sweaty, sore, the toy in her ass a bit of an irritant now, pussy squishy and gooey. Blaze slid over to her side, the limp cock leaving a snail-like trail of slime from Lois Lane's pussy across her thigh.

"We should have a night out like this more often," Blaze said, one finger idly curling the reporter's black hair. She leaned forward and kissed the reporter's lips.

"Sleep now, sweetmeat. There are things you will remember in the morning...and things you will forget. You will get your article, I promise. And in ten months or so...well, perhaps something more."

Yet Lois Lane had already closed her eyes, and if she heard that last part, it did not penetrate her dreams. Blaze sighed a little, disappointed she'd had to resort to her power in the end...but it was better this way. Lois Lane had cum, and Lois Lane had her cum deep inside of her. Mission accomplished. As for the rest of the demonic dickgirl's plan...well, that is another story.