End: No, Blaze Keeps Her Demonic Side Hidden

As quick as it had appeared, the moment passed. Lois Lane saw the mask go up behind Angelica Blaze's eyes, the smile a bit more ****. Yet as the dickgirl pressed herself against the reporter's body, the cock plunged in to the hilt, Lois' left leg coming up instinctively to rest on her lover's buttock...she could feel the thundering beat of Blaze's heart, pounding a mile a minute.

"It's a date," Blaze said. "What night works well for you?"

"Aaah!" Lois gasped, as she stared into those dark eyes. Not sure how to respond.

Angelica Blaze was a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, with a big fat cock that never seemed to go soft and a seemingly endless libido. A functional hermaphrodite...who just happened to interrupt Lois Lane from a promising line of investigation. There was something unnatural about that...as unnatural as the speed in which Blaze had gotten into her pants. More than once.

"Hmmm," Lois said. "I don't know. I might be busy. I was supposed to be finding these missing women tonight, but somebody distracted me..."

Blaze's smile grew a little crooked. Her high cheeks blushed suddenly, red as the color of blood on parchment...and then she seemed to catch herself, and the color faded.

"You know, you're never what I expect, Lois," Blaze said. "I have my ear to the ground in a few low places. If I help you find these missing women, then will you give me a date?"

The dickgirl wasn't plunging her prick inside of Lois. Rather, her hps began to rotate, grinding her crotch against the reporter's. With Lois Lane's ass perched on the edge of the small table, and Blaze taller, it was the perfect angle to grind the reporter's clit. Lois felt the heat and anticipation build in her, her own ass flexing and moving in time with Blaze.

It occurred to her that Blaze still wasn't wearing a condom.

"You just want to fuck me again," Lois accused.

"I don't deny it. This is...heavenly," Blaze tasted that word, putting strange emphasis on it. "But I'd also like to help you. Especially if it helps me get to know you better."

"Hmm," Lois chewed on that thought. It still felt transactional...but two could play at that game.

"Fine," the reporter said. "If we find the missing women, we can date. But no sex until we find them!"

Blaze didn't even blink. "But what if we never find them?"

Lois could feel the battle of wills, and couldn't keep the smile off her face. "Then this is our final fuck."

A small pink tongue slipped out of Blaze's mouth and caught the tip of Lois Lane's nose. The reporter almost sneezed...but the playful moment ended as quickly as it began, the dickgirl retreating back behind her carefully constructed mask.

"That doesn't feel entirely fair to me...but I'll agree, on one condition," Blaze said. "No birth control, no morning after pills. I want you to feel me in you until the next time."

Lois snorted. "You're not exactly in a position to make demands. I'm not going without washing my pussy or taking the pill forever!"

"Tomorrow," Blaze said. "We'll meet up tomorrow, find the women. You can hold off that long, can't you?"

The reporter chewed the thought. Technically, Plan B worked within 48 hours...and it could take longer than that for an egg to be fertilized. If she was ovulating. It was risky, but not...impossibly risky. And even if she did get pregnant, there were options. She was a modern woman, after all.

"Fine. Tomorrow night. I won't wash my pussy, and if we find the missing women we'll go out on a date. But don't think just because you buy me a meal I'll fuck you again!" Lois Lane said, then added. "Although I reserve the right to."

Once again, Blaze's smile seemed to relax, the color flushed her whole face. She leaned forward and back, their crotches locked together, the hard cock twitching inside Lois Lane's pussy...and the reporter felt something dribble down the crack of her ass, hot and sticky and feeling an awful like a fresh load of cum...

"Oh, I expect I'll have my work cut out for me," Blaze said a little breathlessly. "But to be honest, sweetmeat, I relish the challenge. And I don't lose challenges. I will win your heart and you will warm my bed...whatever it takes."

There was something in the way she said it that struck Lois. It felt like Blaze actually meant it, as though the words had slipped straight from the dickgirl's heart and out her lips. Now it was Lois Lane's turn to blush. Well, she wasn't sure about all that, but with as good a fuck as Blaze was, she was willing to at least entertain the possibility of another date...and maybe getting to the bottom of the mystery of the missing women.

"Hmm, you know, I haven't had dessert yet," Blaze said. "Why don't you lift your ass up and I'll eat your pussy until you cum?"

Which was, the reporter thought, the perfect way to end a night out.