Epilogue: Catch Me If You Can

It was like a game. Lois Lane would call Angelica Blaze when she wanted some dick; Blaze would call Lois when she wanted some pussy. Usually the demonic dickgirl would show up with a bottle or wine or maybe takeout, but it wasn't like they were dating. They didn't do romantic things, they didn't need to ask each other about their day. Lois wouldn't even wear panties, unless Angelica specifically asked for it. Once she even answered the door naked, just to get a rise out of the dickgirl. Blaze would come over and they would have a glass of wine and fuck and sometimes the dickgirl took a shower and more often she simply got dressed and left, only staying longer if one or both of them felt like another round.

No condoms, no birth control, no other partners. Those were the rules they agreed to. Lois had gone through with it, for her part. Tossed her pills, let Angelica fuck her raw. The demon was right that it did add a certain frisson to their fucking, a bit of danger. The reporter was careful to track her cycle, and on the most dangerous days she told Blaze in no uncertain terms that they'd be doing something else...and of course when she was on her period, the demon was more than willing to settle for a blowjob.

Lois was getting quite good at blowjobs.

She considered it an unexpected benefit. Giving the demon a bit of head had, at first, been a bit standard. Lois didn't mind licking the head, taking it into her mouth...feeling the glans swell, the precum dribble onto her tongue...ever since that first night, Lois hadn't minded the taste like she used to. Found it easier to take it deeper, too. Like her gag reflex was gone entirely. It was nothing to the reporter now to take the whole of the shaft in her throat, balls banging against her chin, and she could breathe fine.

Which came in handy when her period came, two weeks into their little deal. Not that Angelica would have minded earning her red wings, but Lois was a little put-off by the idea of having sex while on her period, and she still wasn't quite up to trying anal again. So instead she had found herself on her knees, head bobbing up and down between Blaze's legs, and finding to her surprise...she liked it. Lois Lane liked giving head.

A week after her period ended, Angelica had come over with a little gift: a box of lollipops. At first, Lois had expected them to be a joke: those novelty lollipops from an adult store shaped like a cockhead...but no, they were normal. Pale grey spheres on little sticks. Not particularly sweet, either. Slightly salty, almost bitter. The reporter smiled as she twirled it around her mouth, recognizing the flavor. Only Angelica Blaze would give her a box of cum-flavored lollipops...

Lois took them to work. Something to occupy her mouth during the day. She worried that she was developing a little oral fixation, yet she never seemed to need a lolly when she didn't have one. It was just something to keep her occupied, that flavor filling her mouth, sliding down her throat, leaving a sticky residue behind that she could taste for an hour afterwards.

Two weeks after her period ended, four weeks to the day after their first night out, Lois knew it was a dangerous day. Blaze called anyway.

"I want to see you," the dickgirl said. "Can I come over?"

"No pussy tonight," Lois warned.

"I'll settle for head. How do you like the lollipops?"

"They're growing on me," Lois admitted.

"Then I'll bring some more. You must be running low."

The call ended. Lois took the last of the lollies out of her mouth and stared at the half-sucked candy. Not for the first time, she wondered if this wasn't some trick of Angie's, to get her to put out on a dangerous day. Not that that was ever going to happen.

After all, I'm not about to stick one of these lollipops in my pussy, the reporter thought, before popping it back into her mouth. Wouldn't be able to taste it, then.

Angelica showed up, as she always did, without warning. Tonight she wore a red dress that came to just above the knee, sleeveless and with a deep-cut cleavage, and matching red pumps. In addition to the lollipops, she brought Thai food, a bottle of bourbon, and even a movie. Lois raised an eyebrow.

"This is beginning to look more like a date," she said.

"One month anniversary of us as friends-with-benefits," the demon demurred. "Of course, if you don't want to..."

Lois Lane waved her hand in the air, not wanting an argument. The food was good, the bourbon was better. The movie, unsurprisingly, turned out to be Deep Throat.

As good a movie as any to suck cock to.

They took up their usual positions: Angelica on the couch, Lois between her knees. The volume just loud enough that both of them could hear it above the reporter's own sucking and slurping...and Lois had to admit that it was getting her a little moist, listening to that classic of the Golden Age of Pornography, while feeling that hard shaft in her throat. The only thing Lois disliked about deepthroating was that she couldn't taste the jizz; that was why when Blaze got close, the reporter drew her head back so that she could suck intently on the head, to feel that hot creamy blast right on top of her tongue, drink it down...

No surprises that night, at least not for Lois—though she noticed the load was thicker than usual tonight, and she ran her tongue around the glans, scraping it clean as she relished the salty, bitter treat in her mouth. Angelica was up for another round, too, and Lois didn't give her a minute's rest, her hand tugging and slapping playfully at the demon's balls, keeping the cock hard until Blaze was close again—and the second blast satisfied Lois in some way she couldn't describe. It just filled her stomach with a warm, tingling sensation...and Lois smiled dreamily, even though she hadn't cum herself, as the cock wilted.

"I'd like to see you again tomorrow night," Blaze said.

"You're still not getting any pussy," Lois licked her lips. "Not until the dangerous days are over."

"Oh drat. I guess I'll just have to cum in your mouth again," the demon answered with a smile. "After all, it's not like I can get your mouth pregnant, can I?"

Lois Lane didn't have an answer to that.