Epilogue: Love Is Not Denied To Us

In the weekly staff meeting, a sudden look of distress crossed Lois Lane's face. Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet, caught her apologetic smile as she slid out of her seat and made straight for the door with the small, hurried steps that usually betokened a **** need to pee, or maybe her pad leaking during a bad period.

If anyone had followed her, Lois did actually go directly to the nearest woman's bathroom, and to the final stall. Not that anyone would see the naked, blood-red dickgirl that sat on the toilet, one hand slowly stroking a long, fat cock, the heavy testes dangling down into the bowl. They would only see Lois turn as she closed the door...an unreadable expression on her face.

Lois Lane was the demon's cocksleeve. She had to fuck her. The urge could come to her at any time, at any place, and the reporter could not resist it. Could not even think about resisting it. Urge and action seemed to be one single, seamless whole.

It was something Lois thought about as she pulled up her skirt.

"No panties today?" Blaze said. The demon's hands grabbed the reporter's ass, the blood-red fingers vivid against her pale skin as she drew the unresisting reporter down into her lap.

"You ripped my last pair," Lois protested as she closed her eyes. The familiar sensation of that rubbery head spreading her labia was something that always made her heart race. Blaze could go slow, but they both knew that the reporter liked it better when Blaze was a little rough, when she entered Lois in one smooth movement. Just a single breath between being empty...and full.

"Ooph!" The breath burst from Lois's lips as her ass slammed onto the demon's thighs. The cock punched deep, but Lois could already feel the excitement in her body, and it didn't hurt her...no, her pussy simply gripped the familiar invader, like a housewife hugging her husband when he stepped in the door.

Blaze's right hand reached around to rub the reporter's lower abdomen, right above her crotch. She was long enough that sometimes the flesh distended and she could feel her own cock press against the reporter's belly from the inside. Crimson lips pressed against the reporter's neck, almost biting. Lois bit her lip to stifle a moan, not sure how she would hide a brand-new hickie if she made it back to the meeting in time to catch the end of it...

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" Blaze's hands came up over the reporter's shirt, squeezed her breasts. Lois began to move, grinding her ass against Blaze's crotch, the rigid ruby rod rubbing the inside of her pussy.

"Chi-chinese?" Lois gasped, barely able to focus on anything except moving her ass in small circles, to feel the cock hit the edges of her cunny. They had been eating dinner together all week...Blaze liked to tease her, loved to fuck her, but also wanted to talk to her. They'd been spending more and more time together outside of work...watching movies...going on walks...painting their nails...Blaze had suggested a waxing party...

Great Caesar's ghost! Lois realized, her eyes shooting open. I'm...I'm not just her cocksleeve! I'm dating her!

Lois felt numb inside as the realization sunk in. All this week, she had gotten so used to Blaze fucking her whenever she wanted...and Lois would answer the call, always, unfailing, but...but at what point had she started fucking Blaze back? Smiling when she saw her? Heart flutter and pussy get wet when she thought of the demonic dickgirl?

Blaze unbuttoned the reporter's blouse, no longer able to contain herself as she worked to get at the reporter's nips. The demon's dick was so stiff, Lois knew it must hurt like a sonofabitch, and Lois had seen Blaze like this before...the way that she could get sometimes when she had to cum in something, someone, now, and all other thoughts went out the window.

Except what she came in was always Lois. Every time.

In agitation, Blaze ripped the reporter's shirt open. Buttons burst and hit the door of the bathroom stall like shotgun pellets. The reporter's bra broke and those greedy hands grasped and squeezed Lois Lane's small, palmable tits so hard that the nips, already hard, began to turn purple as the blood rushed inside of them but could not escape. Frantic, Lois grabbed the toilet seat with both hands and began to raise and lower her lower body as fast and hard as she could, pussy squeezing...that usually got Blaze off quick...

"You...ripped my shirt..." Lois managed as the tips of Blaze's teeth bit into the reporter's shoulder. The tiny pain only drove Lois Lane's excitement to greater heights. "I can't go back to work like this!"

"Hmm. Medical emergency, love," Blaze said. "You've got a very important appointment to get to. A procedure you need to have done."

"An...injection?" Lois smiled. "I thought...I was up to date...on all my shots!"

"No," Blaze said seriously. "It's time for your in vivo fertilization."

Lois Lane's eyes went wide. She did a quick mental calculation. If her last period had been...then right now she was...

The demon grunted hard. Lois Lane shuddered and swore she could feel an unnatural heat pour into her cunt as Blaze spunked her hard. The scarlet succubus's hands relaxed on the reporter's breasts, just enough for the demon to massage the sore masses.

"I wish you could wait until I came home," Lois mumbled. She kept moving, even as the hot spunk dripped from the edges of her cunny. Except now she wasn't trying to get Blaze off...she was trying to get off herself.

"Hmm. It's so hard when I think about you," Blaze buried her face in the reporter's hair. "And you love it."

"And I love it," Lois admitted...and there were tears in her eyes, stupid tears. Because as much as she told herself that this was all Blaze's doing, that she was making her cum and ride her cock at all hours...in her heart of hearts...it felt like something more.

Fuck, Lois realized. I am dating her.