Epilogue: Lois Lane, Cum Addict

Morning broke through the cloudy skies above Metropolis, chasing away the shadows of the night. Long snarls of traffic already choked the city streets. Starro was attacking the city, and the Justice League was on hand, the cops directing traffic away from the battle. Lois Lane awoke to the sound of distant sirens, the rumble of a giant alien starfish crushing through empty buildings.

Beside her, Angelica Blaze snored away peacefully.

The reporter smiled to see her there, naked from the waist up. The breasts rising and falling steadily, eyes moving behind their lids, lips gently parted. A part of her wanted to kiss those lips...to suck in her breath...to be the first thing that she saw when she awoke...but then Lois's stomach grumbled, and she began to salivate. A shakiness ran through her body, a sense of need...and the reporter pulled the sheet back from her lover's lower body, to reveal the hard morning wood, stiff and hanging over the dickgirl's flat abs.

There had been a time, early in their relationship, when Lois had questioned how Blaze, a woman in every other respect, had a dick. She wasn't transsexual, Lois was sure of that. There were none of the signs of transition. Down below the testicles was nestled a vagina, tight and seldom-used. A true, functional hermaphrodite. Lois supposed she might even get knocked up one of these days, if Blaze kept fucking her...except Lois had one rule, one demand.

All of the cum went in her mouth.

Lois gently grabbed the cock by its base, the thick heat reassuring in her hand as she angled it upward, the easier to bring it to her mouth. She ran her tongue around the glans, clearing away the white, yeasty smegma that had built up during the night. There had been a time not too many weeks ago when that would have been utterly abhorrent to Lois, but now she took it as a special treat. Helping to keep the cock nice and healthy.

Her cock.

The reporter slid her mouth down on the dick, lips closing about the head. Her fingers began to slide up and down the shaft as she sucked, gently at first, tongue sliding over the piss-slit, tasting the salty tingle of the precum. Her left hand came around to stroke and pull at the heavy testicles, so much bigger and hotter than the balls of any other lover she'd had.

She couldn't remember how long they had been doing this. The first couple of weeks, Blaze would visit, and often they'd end up in bed, but Angie hadn't spent the night. Hadn't stayed over. Then she had...and that had been their life for a while. Sometimes she would stay the night, sometimes she wouldn't. Sometimes Lois would ask her to. Then...Lois found she didn't have to ask. Angie would just stay over. Three nights in a row. The first morning Lois woke up alone, she had felt her stomach rumble and been almost distraught, called Blaze and begged her to come over. The reporter hadn't really been able to get herself together until Blaze showed up, half an hour later, and Lois had pulled off her pants and sucked her cock right there in the middle of the kitchen, doing her best impression of a hoover vacuum.

Since then, Angie stayed over every night. She had practically moved in, though they hadn't really discussed that. Just more and more of her things had started to appear. A second toothbrush. Shoes. Odd clothes in the closet.

The reporter pumped the shaft now, sucking hard. Her left hand found the spot behind and beneath Blaze's balls, right above where her clit should be on her pussy, and the hips began to jerk, the steady rhythm of Blaze's breathing broken as her cock began to twitch. Lois sucked and slurped and swallowed as her hot breakfast exploded into her mouth, a few tablespoons of rich protein, salty and bitter and yet somehow savory and ripe as old cheese.

The shaking stopped, as the sticky load slid down her throat. The reporter's body, which had been tenser than she imagined, relaxed a little. A slight bliss seemed to settle through her, as it always did after she sucked Blaze off. Like the warm satisfaction of a job well done...

...or of an addict getting their fix.