End: Me

Something broke inside Lois at that moment. With two words she threw away all of her ideals, her standards, her hard-won image as something other than a slut who slept her way to the top. Threw away thirty years of being the good girl, the clean-living, hard-hitting professional reporter and dutiful daughter who ruled her life with her head and not her hormones. All her life she had worked not to be one of those people who lived on instinct, little more than beasts going from one rut to the next, and now that she had finally succumbed to temptation...

It felt so terribly easy.

Blaze plunged forward, her lips seeking out Lois Lane's own. They bucked and pressed against one another, hot cock meeting steaming cunt as they gave in to each other, over and over. Lois' hands became claws, scratching and tearing into Blaze's back, and the pain and ferocity only seemed to drive the dickgirl on hard, pounding faster and harder at the reporter's pussy.

And then Lois felt it. Like a hail of birdshit hitting the mouth of her womb. Blaze's teeth sinking into her shoulder, just hard enough to make Lois cry out. The pulsing pounding of cum flooding into her, in spurt after spurt. Her thighs locked around the prostitute's hips, their tits pressed together...and Lois Lane opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling as she felt herself being filled...utterly and completely fucking inundated with sticky sperm, pent up for who knows how long.

They stayed like that for a long moment. Lois couldn't have decoupled from Angelica, even if she wanted to. Her body remained locked in position, hands and thighs gripping her lover of the evening close, unable to let go.

"We'll let that load soak in for a while. See if you take," Blaze whispered in her ear. "You liked that, didn't you? Like being taken, I mean."

Lois Lane swallowed, struggling to catch her breath. "Yes."

I liked being fucked. She didn't say out loud. I liked being fucked and knowing I wasn't in control, that I had no say in it. To be fucked and used and cum in like I didn't matter...or that what I wanted didn't matter. Like all that was important was blowing your load into my cunt, seeding my belly, knocking me up....

She swallowed again, throat dry. They had been fucking for a long time, and she was feeling dehydrated. But now that she had climaxed, her brain was working again, putting two-and-two together...and not liking what it added up to.

"You're not a prostitute, are you?"

When she felt Blaze stiffen, oh so slightly, inside of her, Lois knew she was right.

"Functional hermaphrodites aren't natural. Neither is the ability to cum like that, without a refractory period. You showed up just as I was craving cock, right after I got back from the club with the bottle I snuck out in my pussy and all the weird stuff that started to happen. And you fuck like you just got out of prison." Lois ran a gummy tongue over dry lips. "Who are you, Angelica Blaze? Did you do all this just to fuck me?"

"So smart," Angelica said with a sigh. "I had hoped to put off the harsh realities for a little while, enjoy the afterglow...maybe even go another round."

Lois Lane felt her arms relax, and Blaze lifted her upper torso off of the reporter so that they could stare into each other's eyes, even as their pelvises remained locked together.

The skin darkened and turned red, soft flesh hollowing out to something leaner, harder, even the breasts shrinking, nipples a dark scarlet now. Horns grew from her forehead, shiny and black as an antelope's, and her eyes were white-on-white in dark pits, with no iris or pupil.

"I am the Lady Blaze, daughter of Hell, here on Earth for a period to work my evil will on the sons and daughters of Eve...it was my altar you desecrated tonight, while on your quest for truth, my offering you spilled, inviting me in..."

"The missing women?" Lois pressed.

"Played at witches. They summoned me here, to do their bidding. Their dreams were small things. I have them the wealth to squander down in the strange land known as Florida, and they released me to work my will."

Spring breakers. Figures. Lois shook her head. "And me?"

A smile broke out, sad and a bit scary with the pointed teeth. "At first I thought only to play with the beloved of an enemy...you are so close to the Superman...but I admit I...took advantage of the opportunity as it presented itself."

Lois let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding. "You really needed to cum, didn't you?"

"I still could," the shemale whispered, and shifted her hips a little...and Lois realized that the demon hadn't gone soft at all, even after cumming. "Your soul, Lois Lane, is very bright. And your body...would tempt an angel. Even one of the Fallen."

The reporter thought back to all that had happened that night...the weird and strange events that had befallen her since leaving the club, the soreness of her well-fucked pussy, the strange and alien beauty of the demon that called herself Angelica Blaze...and she knew, in some way her life had changed in a way that couldn't go backwards. Whatever the future held, she would always remember that wild night, when she had given in to her urges. There was only tomorrow to look forward to...and lying in her bed with the demonic sperm racing toward her eggs, tomorrow seemed an awfully long ways away.