End: On Until The Morning Light

Time is relative. There are long hours of the night that creep by when you're all alone, long dark minutes that seem to stretch on and on as you sit there, untouched and untouchable. When sleep doesn't come, and the ache of loneliness grows and grows, until a weak grey dawn announces another lonely day.

Then there are the nights that go by in the blink of an eye. Exploring someone else's body, the minutes fly past. Tasting, touching, kissing, caressing. Lois Lane licked her lover's armpit, felt teeth bite gently into her breast, ran a questing hand over the curve of Blaze's ass, tasted her own jizz swirl in her mouth as sticky lips fed her own cum back to her. Outside the balcony, the sky began to lighten, and the stars faded...

"Are you sure you're pregnant?" Lois Lane said huskily, as she slid her fingers between Blaze's.

"Pretty sure," the former demon said. It was so strange to Lois to see herself below her. To feel her own pussy wrapped around her cock. The piece of red meat that joined them together. The only visible difference between them.

"Well, we better make sure," Lois said huskily. Hands clasped palm to palm, Lois **** Blaze's arms wide apart and drove her cock in deep. "New order: get pregnant."

The reporter rolled her hips, the great crimson balls tightening as she thrust as deep inside of her obedient lover as she could. Lois Lane's lips kissed Blaze's throat.

"Get pregnant," she whispered, flexing her abs to press it deeper inside of her.

"Get pregnant," Lois whispered as she thrust it in and out, the apprehension building inside of her, the pressure at the base of her cock growing. Her cock ached, her stomach tumbled, but something drove the reporter now, some primal deep-seated need. She wanted Blaze...wanted the baby...wanted them both.

"Get pregnant!" She growled as she pushed her cock in deep.

It was a silent explosion...but it went on, for second after second. Bursts of black jizz pumping deep inside the sore, sticky fucktunnel. Millions of sperm flowed down into an ocean where millions of their brothers already swam around, demanding entrance into that womb so they could have their chance.

Blaze lay beneath her, panting and hot, utterly spent... But the reporter was not done. She moved her head until their brows touched, eyes locked on one another, the tips of their noses touched.

"Cum for me," Lois said. "That's an order."

Whether it was the words, or just the tone that brooked no disagreement...something happened inside Blaze. Lois saw the violet eyes dilate, and then roll into the back of her head. The tired cunt squeezed tight around her cock and began to shake uncontrollably. Blaze's hands clamped tight on her own, until the knuckles turned white, and those pale lips opened and gasped for air...

"Cum!" Lois whispered fiercely. "Cum and cum and cum and cum!"

Pinned beneath her lover, Blaze's back arched, her buttocks squeezed tight, her legs hung limp and quivering. Hard nipples pressed into the reporter's breasts, and Lois bent down and stuck her tongue into the open mouth, the quivering, shaking, bitch locked into her obedient pleasure unable to resist as Lois squeezed her cock and pushed the last black drops into the spasming, overflowing cunt.

They collapsed together as the last shreds of night dissipated, and the sun rose over a new day on Metropolis.

Lois Lane's night out was over...but a new adventure had begun.

"You know," Lois said. "After this one, I might get you pregnant again."

"As...as you wish," Blaze said. "My love."