End: Questions, Answers, and the Fulfillment of a Promise

"So," Lois Lane said, as they walked the streets of Metropolis. "Your brother?"

"Yes," Angelica Blaze said, and she stared straight ahead.

"You haven't been entirely honest with me tonight, have you?" Lois said.

"Yes," Blaze admitted. "I've lied, and I've not told you other things. Yet never with the intent of causing you any harm."

The reporter chewed on that. Thought back to the events of this evening. The blank gap in her memory. The note she had written herself. She stopped and looked up into the dickgirl's face.

"Is this all to get in my pants?" Lois asked.

Blaze stopped. She turned and looked down at the reporter. In the darkness, her eyes were hidden, like the blank sockets of a skull.

"Yes. Always. From the very first."

There was no lie in Lois Lane's face, the reporter felt a blush creep up on her cheekbones at the raw honesty of the dickgirl's ardor. Lois felt her heart leap into her throat. She remembered the promise she had made, to get Blaze off.

"Why?" Lois asked.

"I could say, it's because we made a bet," Blaze said, and that Mona Lisa smile crept up on her lips. "But the truth is, I wanted you from the moment you came in this club. My brother was correct when he said I haven't been...I haven't been with anyone, in a while. I don't like easy conquests, one night stands. They get me off, but then I'm left lonelier and emptier than ever. I was looking for...a challenge. Someone to seduce. For a more long-term commitment."

The reporter frowned. She turned and started walking again, and Blaze's long legs stretched out in an easy stride to keep up with the shorter woman.

"I don't know if I'm looking for anything long term," Lois said. "Not right now."

"I know," Blaze said.

"It's been a while since I've been with anyone either," Lois admitted. "So I get how you feel. But you've lied to me, and that makes it difficult for me to trust you. I mean, you're not even human, are you?"

"Our father was human," Angelica Blaze said, and for a moment her accent grew thicker. "Our mother...wasn't."

Lois Lane found herself chewing her inner cheeks as they passed the park. It was dark and empty at night, but the paths were well-lit, to discourage thieves and rapists. Only a few blocks away was her apartment.

"How did you make me forget the first part of the evening?" Lois said.

"Part of the terms of our bet. To level the playing field, give me a chance to seduce you as any mortal with a cock might. They will return with sunrise," Blaze said.

"What do I get if I win?" Lois asked.

Now it was Blaze's turn to stop and turn to Lois, who came to a halt to meet the dickgirl's gaze. Only now, from those darkly hollowed orbits, two white eyes without pupil or iris glowed softly.

"You thought I was behind the disappearance of the women. I let you think that. If you won, you wanted yourself and the other women to go free. So I agreed to those terms. I wasn't aware, then, of what my brother had been up to."

"And if I lose?" Lois pressed.

"Your body was to be mine. To make love to. I wanted to ravish that pussy. I wanted to hear you moan as I stretched your tight twat around my cock. Make your toes curl. Hold you tight and kiss you deep as I pumped you hard and fast, then slow and sweet, until you quivered and came around my cock. Then, when you could take it no longer and begged for it...then I would flood your womb with my seed."

"Okay, Lothario," The reporter snorted. "You do need to get laid."

Blaze smiled back, and hung her head a little. "I'm romantic about these things. And perpetually, uncomfortably horny. But like I said, I wasn't looking for a quick pump and dump. I wanted something more...ongoing."

Lois Lane sighed. The smart move would be to just leave Blaze here. Win the bet. Put this night out behind her.

Except Lois had promised. And the women had already gone free. And, if she was being honest with herself, her pussy was wet and ready for a nice, hard cock.

"I'll make you a deal," Lois said. "I'll concede, but you can only have me for the rest of the night. After that...we can date."

Blaze considered.

"I'd rather have you forever," she admitted. "But very well. Deal."

Which is how, only a few hours before dawn, they found themselves back in Lois Lane's apartment. There was a weird flutter of excitement in Lois Lane's stomach as they entered the kitchen once again. Lois remembered the very first time she had brought someone home to have sex, and each time there was that nervousness, that excitement. The reporter wondered if she should freshen up first, maybe put on some porn to set the mood...

Then Blaze's arms closed on her from behind in a bear hug. Lifted the reporter into the air. Kissed Lois Lane's neck as she braced the reporter against the table. One hand tore at the reporter's pants, and then, with the lip of the table pressed against her thighs, Lois felt the hard, hot, familiar sensation of something push into her most private parts.

It was the first **** hump of a soldier that had returned from deployment, a sailor from a long voyage. The kind of fierce ardor that Lois Lane hadn't felt in a long time, and she surprised herself at how wet and ready she was to receive the dickgirl's prick as it pumped steadily away.

There would come a time, later, when Lois Lane would remember the full details of what happened at the beginning of her night out, the details of their bet, the lies that Blaze had told and the threats she had made. Yet that would be long after Blaze had pumped a gallon of black seed into her belly, had tasted and stretched and played with all of the reporter's holes, had guided the exhausted and yet insatiable reporter to suck on her balls, worship her cock, kiss her nipples in supplication.

For that night could stretch on for hours and hours; time itself could stand still for a while, and in the darkness of that unnatural night Lois Lane found she came to understand Blaze, and what the demon wanted.

A partner. A friend. A lover. A cumrag. A cockhound. Someone whose secret desires matched her own. Whose loneliness equalled hers.

She could not call it love. Not even when the black seed burbled up from between the reporter's lips. Not even when her flagging cock jumped to see Lois plunge two fingers into a cum-filled hole, masturbating her spunk-sodden slit as she begged for more. Not even when jackhammer thrusts gave way to tender kisses and cuddles. When long crimson fingers that ended in wicked talons traced strange cabalistic symbols in their mingled juices on the reporter's naked body.

Pentragrams. Hearts. Wombs. Figures that glowed and faded into the reporter's skin. Lois wasn't even sure what their purpose was.

Yet she knew that at the end of the evening, when even Blaze's superhuman stamina was spent, they lay side by side awaiting the sun rise, and Lois Lane turned her head and whispered:

"Give me your tongue."

It was the last kiss before reality hit. Before all the memories came flooding back. Before Lois could see how completely she had fallen into Blaze's power...and how completely Blaze had fallen for her.