End: No Tricks

The reporter's eyes narrow. Her eyes ran up and down the body she now wore—Blaze's body—the soft swell of the breasts with those pink puffy nipples, the long lean limbs, the gentle flare of the hips, the hard-muscled abs...and came to rest on the cock, which still twitched, hard as ever, purple veins throbbing against the blood-red surface...and on to the body that the demon now occupied, the cum-spattered pale belly that was Lois Lane's own, familiar as a reflection in the mirror.

Except the smile on the face wasn't Lois Lane's. It was the gentlest curve of the mouth, a knowing smirk, the eyes half-lidded and languid. The reporter watched as Blaze dipped a finger in the ebony cream on her stomach and brought it up to her lips...and Lois Lane could feel her balls tighten.

"No tricks," Lois said, her voice almost a rasp.

"No tricks," Blaze agreed.

"And I get my own body back when we're done," Lois added.

"Whenever you wish, or at first light of dawn," Blaze said solemnly.

Lois Lane hesitated. This seemed too good to be true. There had to be some ploy, something she wasn't thinking of...and as if reading the reporter's thoughts, Blaze sat up. Her arms wrapped around Lois Lane's neck and she drew the reporter in for a kiss. Their tongues squirmed against one another, lips mashed, sharing for the moment one hot breath...and when they parted, Lois found she had closed her eyes.

"Think you not, Lois Lane, that I have not enjoyed myself as well? Come now. Let there be no great stakes at play. Two adults, enjoying a novel pleasure in each other's bodies. Either of us may end this at any time. By my name, I swear it...and there is no greater oath, for a demon." So saying, Blaze fell back. She spread her thighs lewdly, and two fingers, sticky with black jizz, squirmed against her slit—Lois Lane's own pussy—and spread them.

"Now come. Make love to me."

Lois Lane sank down into those welcoming arms. She was not a narcissist, but there was something strangely alluring—if surreal—about kissing her own lips. Slipping her cock into her own hot and ready cunt. Feeling her own legs close on her backside as, moaning and eager, Blaze writhed beneath her in her borrowed body.

They moved together. Exploring, tasting, touching. Each knew each other's body. Lois gasped at the finger that rubbed at the soft spot at the base of her balls. Blaze moaned as Lois sucked on the nipples hard, just as she liked. They moved together, two minds intent on a single purpose...and Lois Lane's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly let go of her concerns, let herself live in the moment...and came to enjoy some of the advantages of Blaze's body.

The cock never went soft. The jizz never ran out. Though it took time to "recharge" after every load of Satanic semen, Blaze's body itself seemed tireless...and Blaze herself, in Lois Lane's body, seemed almost as tireless. Taking the lead whenever she could. Pinning Lois to the bed with her kisses as the hot spunk pumped into that gripping pussy. Fingering her own dripping twat as she lowered herself to slurp on that cock, before moving back on it again.

Yet Lois Lane's body was only human...and by the end of the night, Lois could tell that Blaze was flagging. She lay on the bed, panting hard, face flushed, movements weak...yet she still encouraged Lois to go one more time.

"Please," Blaze begged, as the sky outside went from black to blue, dawn only minutes away. "Once more. I want to cum together."

Lois slapped the cock against her own pussy. The normally demure slit was caked with dried jizz, the labia puffy and inflamed from their constant rutting, oozing black jism from the gaping hole. The reporter grimaced a little as she fed the head of her cock back into that fuckhole, pushing a wave of Satanic sperm back down inside of her. Knowing she would regret this come morning, when her cunt was sore and aching...

...but right now, as Blaze's back arched, and she lifted her arms to grab the reporter's horns and drag their lips together for one last kiss as their hips rolled together, Lois Lane didn't care. They moved as one, with a strange and terrible urgency, on the clock now as they first light of dawn threatened to break over Metropolis at any moment, the anticipation rising in them both, bodies attuned to one another, each one furiously striving to reach climax.

Neither of them could have said, later, whether they came at exactly the same time...or whether the sun had risen before or after that last torrent of seed emptied into the bucking, clutching cunt.

Yet when it was over, Lois Lane stared up at a familiar red face with dark horns, and Blaze stared down at the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

The demon booped her nose.

"That was lovely, Lois," she said with a smile a little more relaxed and honest than any that Lois had seen before. "Thank you for a lovely night out. Call my name three times, when you wish me to come again."

Lois Lane kept her tongue. She wanted to make no promises to Blaze. Nothing binding. As the demon pulled out, Lois could feel the ravaging ache of her pussy, and the hot spill of jizz over her asshole. Lois had really gouged her cunt with the demon's dick...and though Lois didn't regret that, she knew she'd need a while to heal.

Blaze acknowledged the reporter's silence with a gracious nod...and then with a puff of smoke, she vanished. Leaving the naked, exhausted, fucked-out reporter clutching her own slit. Dawn came with the reporter snoring gently...and Lois Lane never thought, just then, that Blaze had left a little piece of herself behind.

No tricks, Blaze had agreed to...but in the weeks to come, as Lois Lane's monthly visited failed to make their appearance and the reporter sat waiting on the test, she would ruminate on the thought that in a real way, Lois had done it to herself.