Epilogue: Ground Rules

"Yo, bitch," Blaze said. "I need my girlfriend to suck my cock."

Lois Lane, seated on the toilet in a stall at the Daily Planet, looked up at the naked demon that had suddenly appeared. The crimson cock was at full staff, and pointed straight at the reporter's face.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter frowned at the demonic dick like a naughty puppy.

"I'm taking a piss," Lois whispered.

"I can see that," Blaze said cheerfully.

"I'm at work," Lois said.

"And I need a blowjob," Blaze said, a note of query in her voice as if she wasn't sure what Lois Lane's point was.

Which, the reporter reflected, could very much be the case. In the two weeks since her night out, Blaze had done this many times—shown up out of nowhere, with a raging erection and demanding sex. At first, Lois had been amused. Now, however, it was clear that she needed to set some ground rules.

"Blaze, I'm happy to suck your cock. I'm happy to fuck you. But we need to talk about limits."

It was the demon's turn to frown. "I'm hard, you're horny. What's the problem?"

"Lower your voice!" Lois whispered. "We're in public. At my place of work. I have a reputation. Normal women don't just blow their girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever the hell you are to me in public."

"I've been thinking 'dickgirlfriend,'" Blaze smiled again.

Lois scowled. She reached forward and grabbed the demon's balls. The reporter couldn't actually hurt Blaze, physically, but it was as good a stress relief as any.

"I'm serious, Blaze. If you want to fuck me, you need to wait to do it when we're alone...at my apartment, or a hotel. You can't just spring this on me whenever you're horny. Call or text or message me and we'll arrange a time for me to cum and drain your balls."

Blaze grunted. "What if you're sleeping? Can I fuck you if you're asleep?"

Lois frown deepened. She didn't want to try and argue with Blaze. She just wanted to pee and go back to her desk before her ass went numb.

"If you promise not to pull this kind of stunt in the future," Lois said. "Then yes, I'll give you permission to fuck me in my sleep."

It was a bargain Lois knew she would regret...and yet a part of her, the kinky little slut part of Lois, had to admit she was turned on by the idea of just waking up in the middle of the night with a stiff prick pumping a hot load of jizz into her cunny.

Blaze made a gesture over her breast. "I promise. Demon's honor. I'll not spontaneously manifest for sex with you in a public setting. So mote it be."

Her cock wobbled.

"...but since I'm here..." the succubus said.

Lois rolled her eyes...and tugged the cock closer to her face.

"Fine," Lois said. "But then you absolutely have to leave me alone until I get home, okay?"

The reporter's mouth opened wide. Open cockhole, insert cock...that was the rhythm of their relationship, and it had more or less worked, over the last few weeks. Yet there was something different in how Blaze ran her fingers through the reporter's hair as Lois sucked and slurped as quietly as she could. It was almost an affectionate gesture...

"You know, sweetmeat," Blaze whispered. "I've been thinking of names lately..."

Lois nearly gagged on the dick in her mouth, but managed to recover. It was true that the reporter's period hadn't come. It was too early for a test to be accurate, but Lois was pretty sure she was pregnant. Still, this was the first time Blaze had really brought up the subject in two weeks.

Maybe that's why she just appeared? Lois wondered to herself. Maybe she's just feeling clingy and wanted an excuse to spend more time with me?

"I was thinking, since your father's name is Sam, maybe we could go for Samniel..."

Lois couldn't shake her head. Couldn't do anything except slurp on her dickgirlfriend's cock, hoping Blaze would cum before someone in the office wondered why Lois was taking so long to piss.

Still, the reporter took some satisfaction in the fact that they'd established at least one ground rule.