End: The Idea of Cuddling Upsets and Confuses Blaze

Blaze's face scrunched up. Maybe it was the post-coital glow, but Lois Lane couldn't help but giggle at the demon's exaggerated reaction.

"I am not made for cuddling!" Blaze insisted. "I am a Queen of Hell! Daughter of seven thunders! I am built to fuck! To drain the balls of gods dark and light! To vanquish my foes with my sexual might!"

"Yes, but we've already fucked," Lois said, as she slipped an arm around the demon's slim shoulders. As Blaze looked at the pale limb like it was a poisonous serpent, Lois brought her other arm around to grab her own wrist and pull the scarlet succubus in for a hug. "Now we cuddle. And I assure you, you're very cuddle-able."

"I am darkness!" Blaze insisted, a note of petulance in her voice. "I am evil! Pure and undiluted by any of your mortal emotions! I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you until you die!"

Lois pressed her face gently against the demon's and nuzzled lightly. The demon stiffened.

"Come on. Just relax. You don't have to be the big bad demon all the time. Why don't we take a little nap, and then you can finish riding my dick. Hell, I'll eat you out first."

Perhaps it was the pussy in place of her mighty cock that put Blaze off her game. Perhaps it was just the embarrassment of having tied with a human in a sexual contest. Certainly, Blaze thought to herself, it wasn't that she actually felt comfortable in Lois Lane's arms. In the dark, cuddled together, one against the other...

In the dark, the television off. There was only the sound of their own breathing, and the night that leaked in from outside which felt so very far away, as Lois pulled up the sheet to cover them both. Despite herself, Blaze found her ear pressed against Lois Lane's breast. Listened to the thump-wump of her heart. Smelled her skin, that human smell so different from the stenches of hell. Felt the rise and fall of the reporter's chest.

For just a moment, Blaze closed her eyes and allowed herself to inhabit that moment.

Sleep came to the demon without notice.

Sleep...and dreams.

In the dark, Lois felt Blaze tense and shudder. Heard the soft hisses and mewls from the demon's lips. Gently, Lois stroked the crimson arms, and instinctively Blaze turned toward her, clutched at the reporter. Raised one leg and pressed her hot body close to the reporter's own. Lois lay there in the dark, until the little hurt sounds faded away. Until the tension eased, and Blaze slipped into some deeper, dreamless sleep.

Lois Lane held her all through the night.

In the minutes before dawn, Blaze awoke. She felt the hard cock pinned beneath her thigh. In any other circumstance, the demon knew she would have moved to claim her victory. To sit astride that prick until Lois came, and then...

Blaze bit her lip, suddenly conflicted with emoptions she could not name. Her eyes went to the face of the sleeping reporter. Lois Lane's mouth was open, and a sudden impulse came to the demon. Softly, gently, Blaze lifted her head and let her lips brush the reporter's. The white eyes closed as she tasted the reporter's soft breath. The warm lips against her own.

Until the demon could hold it no longer. She shifted her body to straddle the reporter's hips. Guided that prick down to her pussy. Her thoughts not on their little contest, which seemed so unimportant now. Lois grunted softly awake as she felt the demon's tight crimson cunny engulf her. The reporter's eyes flickered and stared at the demon who mounted her.

"I've had a thought," Blaze said, her voice a husky whisper, as if afraid the shadows might hear her. "I'll keep the pussy. You keep the cock. You fuck me, and afterward I will permit you to...cuddle...with me."

Lois Lane swallowed. "So...the missing women? My soul?"

"Yes, yes, they'll be released," Blaze said. "Just..."

The reporter ran her fingernails down Blaze's thighs. She felt that cunt squeeze her cock as though it was going to break it off right inside of her.

"Okay, babe," Lois said. "You've got a deal. You be a good girl and I'll cuddle you all you want..."

In the past, Blaze would have rebelled against such soft sentiments. Yet in the dark, as she rode that prick slowly, easily, as if both of them had all the time in the world, Blaze wasn't thinking of victory or conquest or advantage. For perhaps the first time in her life, she thought about how to make someone else feel good, just to make them feel good. Their lips met, tongues touched, one hot breath shared between them as the reporter's aching morning wood prepared to unleash its first hot load of the day...and right then, the demon was her eager little cum sponge, **** to soak up every last drop.

Just as long as they could cuddle after.