End: Plan B Can Wait

Through the open door to the bathroom, Lois could see the bed, half in shadow. The demon's head and breasts were hidden in the darkness, but the lower half of that body —the slim, muscled legs of a woman, arriving at last to a crux. The heavy red testicles that Lois knew concealed a pussy, and above it...erect, throbbing, still wet with her juices, eager and waiting—that scarlet cock, paler in the light from the bathroom, but still bright red, a single bead of precum oozing down from the slit.

Lois turned out the light as she left the bathroom. There were a few hours left before she had to get up in the morning...and she didn't want to think about the vaginal cramps that came with Plan B, not right now. Something else drove her forward, onto the bed. A hunger that came from deep within that drove her forward, through the darkness that her eyes had not yet re-adjusted to.

The smell of sex filled her apartment. The not-unpleasant reek of their mingled sweat and secretions. The ammoniac smell of semen-stained the sheets beneath her knees as she clambered forward. Blindly, Lois felt her way up that body. Hard muscle, small soft breasts. Nipples that awoke to her touch. The stiff, wet member that slid along her legs as she brought herself into a comfortable straddle along those narrow hips. Lois reached down and touched herself, testing.

Wet enough.

Blaze's eyes opened as Lois guided the demon's cock back into her cunt. They glowed softly, twin white lights in the darkness, softer than nightlights.

"I thought you wanted to sleep," the demon's voice was sleepy but satisfied, like a cat stretching itself in a sunbeam.

"Neither of us is going to sleep tonight," Lois said, and she rolled her hips forward, sighing in satisfaction as the cock slid over her g-spot. She did it again, and again, until the demon's hands came up to guide the reporter's hands down to Blaze's breasts, and they settled into a familiar rhythm, slow and steady, with none of the driving urgency of earlier. In fact, Lois had never known Blaze to be so gentle.

Too gentle.

The reporter dipped low, her mouth seeking out the devil's neck. Lay kisses up to one ear, as she brought her feet up parallel to the demon's hips, to let her squat down further and harder on that crimson cock. She brought her lips up to the demon's ear and licked at the delicate folds, tasting the slight bitterness of her ear-wax...and then she whispered, very soft and low:

"Make me cum, and you can fuck my ass."

The reporter's teeth sank into the lobe of Blaze's ear. Lois could feel the succubus' face stretch into a grin as she got the message, loud and clear.

Blaze's hands slid around those hips, the palms flat against Lois Lane's ass, the long sensitive fingers pulling apart the cheeks to tease her butthole. The demon's mouth, hot and wet, sought her own, and the hips began to shift to meet Lois, driving the cock in with more ****.

Lois raised her neck, and guided her lover's mouth down to her breasts, felt the hard smooth bulk of the horns against her chest, and moved one hand down to play with her clit as the other held the demon in place sucking on her tit. They moved together now, heaving quietly in the darkness. Her moans rose in pitch, a little higher and higher as she began to grind with greater speed and intensity, Blaze nibbling gently at the hard nipple, biting down just hard enough; her fingers were teasing open Lois Lane's asshole like it was a prize already won...

...and then in a burst Lois was over the edge, shaking and shivering, her voice a pitiful mewl of need fulfilled, pussy clamping tight, legs quivering...and Blaze guided her slowly backwards, raising her up and then lowering her down on the bed, her head hanging off the edge, facing the bathroom.

The devil spread her lover's legs, and in the darkness lowered her tongue to feast. Lois had promised her ass...and Blaze wanted to taste it.

By the light of those demonic eyes, Lois could just see the box of Plan B on the edge of the sink. She thought about what Blaze had said...that she was already pregnant. Four little lives already forming in her womb. Lois wasn't sure if that was true or not. She closed her eyes and grabbed the devil's horns, raising her hips and pulling that tongue deeper inside her asshole.

Maybe later. For right now...Lois gasped, wondering what it would feel like to have her ass fucked. Whether Blaze would blow her load deep inside, or cum on her breasts...or in her snatch...

The night was not over. Not yet. Perhaps it was all they had. In the pale daylight, Lois couldn't see this lasting much longer. Blaze was a demon, a villain. Lois Lane was a reporter. But for now, they had the night, just the two of them.

Lois Lane had no intention of letting either of them sleep until it was over.