Epilogue: A Toast

The ghost left them out on the sidewalk, the woman he was possessing looking suddenly confused as to how she got there. Lois hailed a cab, and let Alice get in first. They didn't talk on the way back to her apartment, but the older woman laid her hand on the young witch's own, and they stayed like that all the way back to the apartment.

Black Alice looked around her apartment with the speculative air of a young woman who had never owned her own place. Clean kitchen, messy bed. Lois put her keys down and cracked open the freezer.

"I'm...not really much for beer," Alice blurted out, then blushed at how awkward that sounded.

"Not a problem," Lois brought out an ice-cold bottle of Tito's. "We're drinking vodka."

Two shot glasses on the table. Two plastic bottles of water. A sleeve of saltines.

Lois poured. Held the glass up.

"To the truth, wherever it may lead us," she proposed.

Alice, a little shaky, clinked glasses.

They drank to the toast, sipping steadily instead of trying to down it at one shot. Cold vodka goes down like a universal solvent, cutting through the throat, numbing the lips and tongue. It's only later you start to taste the subtler flavors, the harshness of the **** burning its way down, empty stomach rebelling.

Lois refilled the glasses and nibbled on a cracker. Her young guest's eyes didn't seem to know where to rest—on Lois, on the booze, on that bed. The reporter wondered how much she would have to drink in order to give the young witch her proper reward.

"How's your pussy?" The older woman asked, as they were on their second refill.

"I...uh..." Alice swallowed. "Sticky. Sore. I never got a chance to...after we...I mean, I should probably go into the bathroom and clean up. If...if, uh..."

The reporter reached across the table and laid her hand on the young woman's wrist.

"When you want something from somebody," she said, tone light but catching and holding the young witch's eyes with her own and holding them, "Tell them. If you can't say it, it won't happen."

Black Alice swallowed hard. Lois could see the hard little nipples sticking out from beneath the young witch's shirt.

"Would you eat the cum out of my pussy?" she said.

Lois smiled and tossed back the vodka. She could feel a pleasant buzz now, the slight euphoria from **** that could keep you afloat, even after a long, hard night. Licked her lips.

"Sure baby," A smile crept on the reporter's face. "Mommy will kiss it and make it all better."

They moved to the bed. Alice seemed oddly nervous and excited, despite everything they had already done tonight. Lois for her part quietly slipped out of her jacket and the tattered remains of her shirt. It just felt like one of those situations where it felt better to be topless.

Alice, sitting gingerly on the edge of the unmade bed, didn't complain. She was keeping her knees together.

"How much...do you remember?" The witch asked. "About when you were a demon?"

Lois got on her knees and started to rub her palms up and down the young witch's thighs.

"It wasn't like I was possessed. Just...horny. Unbelievably horny. I could smell you. Your cunt. I needed it," she gently pried her young lover's legs apart. "I need it now."

The smell hit her first. The raw, ammoniac reek of semen. The witch's thighs were stained with dried rivers of cum, great grey gobs of it still splattered all over her pussy. More than that, the mons looked red and puffy, the normally tight labia looking a little loose. With her thumbs Lois gently pried open the cum-glued lips, searching the fresh pink insides for signs of damage. There were a few dark drops that might have been blood, but other than that...

"It's bad," Alice said. "Look, I'll go wash up, and we can..."

"Don't you fucking move," Lois growled. Maybe it was the vodka talking, but right now there was nowhere she'd rather be. "I'm going to stay here and clean your pussy inside and out with my tongue, and you're not going anywhere until I'm done."

Lois Lane ran her tongue up the witch's thigh. She felt like a cat...ironic, since she was about to eat pussy...but somehow there was nothing strange or terrible about licking up the clotted and half-dried cum from Alice's crotch. After all, it had been her cum...

Alice laid back on the bed, panting and squirming. Lois wondered what was going through her mind as this older woman licked and lapped at her fresh-fucked cunt. It had been a long, strange night for both of them, and the reporter regretted how her new friend had suffered...**** to bend over and bare her box for pounding to keep the reporter's demonic self at bay long enough to cast the spell to free everyone...and Lois Lane was determined to make it up to her.

Her jaw was sore by the time Lois got to the cunt proper. The reporter's tongue twisted and squirmed as deep inside of her lover as she could go, scooping out the globs of demonic jizz and swallowing them. It was her first time really eating pussy...though she didn't dare tell Alice that.

The young woman was panting hard now, thighs quaking as the reporter delved deep, nose tickling her sensitive clit. Lois felt as much as heard her grab the pillow, and then the witch's thighs pressed hard against the reporter's ears, trapping her head right where it was as Alice gave forth a muffled scream.

When the thighs finally parted again, legs boneless, Lois rose herself up to stare at the young woman, who looked half-stunned with the **** of her orgasm.

"Lois...?" Alice said, voice weak. "I know there isn't any cum in it but...um...would you...eat my ass?"

The reporter considered the question gravely for a moment. It seemed like a small request, after everything else...

"Let's have another drink first." She suggested.