End: With A Kiss

"So...that's what you look like?" Lois asked.

The feral creature nodded. Her horned head seemed almost too big for her body. Lois let her hands slide over the rough skin...slick as leather, then suddenly grainy as shagreen, hard and bony around the ribs. Her thumbs circled slowly around those smaller, supernumenary titties, and the demon named Angelica Blaze shivered.

"S-sorry. They're...really sensitive. Look, it's okay, I can look like someone else, it's..."

Lois Lane leaned forward and shut her mouth with a kiss. The reporter's hands grabbed those small, sensitive tits and squeezed hard. The cock inside of her stiffened, and now Lois could feel the odd little bony bumps on it, the little nubs and different textures of the swollen scarlet cock. When Angelica pulled away from her, the reporter caught the demon's lower lip with her teeth...and stared into those white eyes before she let it go.

"I think I like the real you," Lois said, and gave Blaze her best sultry smile. "Now is that cock just for show, or can you really fuck me?"

The demon licked her so-very-human lips.

"I can fuck you," she said.

Lois laid back against the bare stone, her legs wrapped around the demon's oddly bony hips...only to feel a slim, slender tail slide and wrap around her ankles. The reporter hadn't let go of those tiny titties yet, squeezing the nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Then let's fuck," Lois said.

The demon knelt down. her mouth opened, and Lois tilted her head to meet the kiss. Blaze pushed deep inside of her, and it was different this time. The little bumps on her cock stimulated Lois coming and going, brushing against parts of her pussy that normally weren't touched, spreading her quim wide at odd places. It was stimulating in a way that Lois had never been fucked before, and as they sped up the reporter broke the kiss to hug Angelica tighter, to feel a little shelf of bone jutting from her crotch rub against her clit.

The human woman shivered, feeling herself grow closer as Blaze grew rougher. Her mouth latched on to the reporter's shoulder, tiny sharp teeth biting lightly, not enough to break the skin, breasts sliding against breasts, four hard nipples scraping against Lois Lane's own pair...and Lois Lane was finally gasping and writhing beneath Blaze, her hips curling, pussy squeezing and spasming as she struggled to stuff more of that cock inside of her, that cleft of bone pressing and rubbing hard against her clit with surgical precision...and Blaze kept grinding and pumping all through that climax, until Lois was a panting, half-limp mess.

Blaze paused then. Lifted her mouth from the biggest hicky of Lois Lane's life.

"I...can I..."

"Sure, sweetheart," Lois said with a laugh. "Go ahead. Make your mark."

The pumping picked up again. Short, hard thrusts, and Angelica was panting in the reporter's ear. Experimentally, Lois drew her legs out a little, pulling against that tail...and Blaze stiffened and stabbed her cock forward. Something burst inside of Lois; that was the only way she could describe the sudden hot flood deep inside of her, hotter as a shot of espresso, running through her pussy like acid. The reporter looked down, and saw a flood of thick black goo oozing out of her labia, viscous as molasses.

"Oof. Did you do that to the other women?"

"What?" Blaze pulled herself up.

"Don't play dumb," Lois said. "That whole scene upstairs with the black door, the trap, the river of cum...that was you, wasn't it? Some sort of illusion, just to get into my pants."

Demons, the reporter found out, could actually blush. A bright pink flush came across those sharp cheeks, and the strawberry-red nipples seemed to swell and pinken.

"What happened with the women?" Lois asked, resting against the hard rock. "The ones who went missing."

"They...it didn't work out. They were part of this escort service, needed money for ****. I didn't have to use the...same tricks...with them. I told them I'd pay for a rehab center...and they went, but..."

"...they weren't fucking the real you, were they?"

The great horned head nodded.

"Well, I'll need the name of the rehab center—I want to check on them. Not quite the story I had hoped to get tonight, but you can make that up to me on our next date."

The pure white eyes opened wide. "Next date?"

"Honey, you tricked me. I thought I was drowning in jizz, stripped naked, and then seduced by a wild teenager. Oh yes, you owe me for all that. And I'm going to take it out of you in kind!" Lois leaned forward and planted a kiss on the demon's nose. "So tomorrow night...you're coming to my place. I'll order Chinese, and you can tell me your life story. And when we're done...well, I want to see what that tongue of yours can do for an apology."

Blaze grinned. "I'd...like that."

"Me too. Now, if you can show me the way out of here, I desperately need to pee...and I need another drink..."

There are eight million stories in Metropolis. Few of them make the pages of the Daily Planet. Some people die, others are born. In a few days, an article would hit the front page, an expose on a co-ed escort service where young women at Metropolis University were hooked on **** and **** to prostitute themselves to support their habit, the women speaking under condition of anonymity from a local rehabilitation center.

Lois Lane would read it aloud to Angelica Blaze on their third date, as the demon's tongue lapped and squirmed inside the reporter's cunt. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was already planning what not to wear for their next date...