Epilogue: Blaze's Chief Cumdump

The Whoremonger frowned at the new hires. The thin young women were mostly university students, here for a bit of fun and some easy money. They hadn't expected to be accosted by a woman dressed in little more than boots, gloves, mask, and a belt with a stylized WM belt-buckle.

"You're all lovely young women," the Whoremonger said, striking a pose, hands on hips, thrusting her pussy forward. The women's eyes were focused on her mound, which stood out inhumanly, the dark, animalistic lips thick and dripping with honey. "But if you want to work here, you're going to have to prove you have what it takes. Which is why before we show you to your rooms, each of you needs to kiss my cunt."

The would-be-whores glanced at each other...and the boldest of them, a blonde sorority girl whose allowance from daddy just couldn't cover the nose candy she needed, stepped forward. She gave Lois Lane a grin as she dropped to her knees, showing off the perfect teeth that daddy had paid to straighten and whiten, the glossy pink lipstick...and extended her tongue to lick the shaven labia before planting a kiss on the reporter's clit.

To the other young women, the kiss seemed to linger for a moment. The Whoremonger's eyes seemed to close in quiet concentration...and the women did not see the blonde's eyes glaze, her face grow slack as her brain went numb in a way all the cocaine and ecstasy and heroin she'd tried had never managed. Automatically, the young woman seemed to go into heat...face flushing, blood rushing to her genitals...and at Lois Lane's silent command, the sex-crazed slut was sent out, **** to drain her next customer dry...and happy and eager to do it.

"Alright," the Whoremonger said. "Who's next?"

Lois Lane arrived five minutes after midnight. The henchwoman sighed as she strode down the hallway to the demonic dickgirl's office...but she couldn't hide the little spring in her step, or the way the honey dripping down her inner thighs thickened a little as she willed herself to lubricate more.No sooner did the Whoremonger raise her fist to knock on the door when it flew open. Blaze was in a suit, blood-red skin and horns showing her full demonic aspect. She reached forward underhand, sinking three fingers into the fat pussy, and pulled her lieutenant into the office.

"Made me fucking wait, you cow!" Blaze roared as she bent the reporter over the desk, scattering papers as she slammed the reporter tits-first onto the carven oak. Lois automatically spread her legs and lifted her ass. She felt the demon's cock touch her just for a moment...and then it slammed in, Lois's thighs pressed into the sharp edge of the desk, and the Whoremonger's eyes rolled upwards as the only cock that could truly fill her slammed into the slick fuckhole hard and deep.

"I...I was busy..." Lois gasped as she grabbed at the edge of the desk. The demon pounded away, her red ass pistoning, driving a cock nearly as big as Lane's forearm in and out of the huge, animalistic cunt with wild abandon. "B-business has been good...b-but six of the girls have S-ST-Ds."

"The only D you need to worry about," Blaze growled. "Is mine! I told you, I want to drain my balls into you precisely at midnight!"

With agitated frustration, the demon slapped the reporter's ass.

"How am I supposed to knock your horse-cunt up unless we fuck when my dark power is strongest? Lilith's tits! I should just tie you down on a rack and fuck you every hour of every night right through the rest of your cycle."

Lois couldn't answer. She was busy moaning, her facade of iron self-control utterly melted as her cunny was pounded into messy abandon by the crimson cock of her mistress. An idiot smile plastered itself on the Whoremonger's face. Being a few minutes late was the only way to really unlock Blaze's true sexual frenzy.

"Aaargh!" the demon's cock slammed deep, and burning heat swirled through the reporter's abdomen as a torrent of unholy seed flooded her slit. Instinctively, superhuman cunt muscles clamped tight, not wanting to let a single black drop leave her pussy.

The phone on the desk rang. The dickgirl picked it up and roared into it.

"What?"

The room was still for a minute. Lois could feel the cock throb in agitation. Swallowing, the henchwoman began to shift her ass back and forth, pussy-muscles squeezing and milking the still-hard shaft, fucking herself against that glorious demonic dick.

"I'll be there in a few minutes." Blaze said, and slammed the phone back into its cradle.

"As for you, Whoremonger..." The dickgirl's hand buried itself in the reporter's hair and yanked her head back painfully. The cock pushed in and out of the pussy hard and fast, punctuating each word.

"Get. Pregnant. You. Mortal. Slut!"

Disgusted and out of time, the dickgirl pulled her cock out of the reporter's pussy.

"You stay right fucking there! Don't you move!" Blaze said with cold fury as she resumed her human semblance and tucked her raging erection away. "When I get back here, I'm going to destroy that fucking cunt or knock you up, whichever comes first!"

The demon fumed off, slamming and locking the door behind her...and Lois Lane sighed.

Wondering how long she could hide her pregnancy.