Epilogue: Morning Wood

Dawn broke over Metropolis. Much of the city was laid out on a grid, and the long shadows stretched out into the canyons of concrete, steel, and glass. Like a postmodern Stonehenge, when sun and streets aligned exactly, the effect was cosmic—primal.

As Lois Lane slept on, Angelica Blaze opened her eyes to such a sight. A single golden beam shone through the balcony window, and it lighted on the very tip of the swollen, veiny dick that stood erect from Lois Lane's crotch. For a long, languid moment, the disguised demon admired the terrible symmetry of that moment. The way the sunlight glistened and burst into rainbows as it shown through the bead of precum that tipped that monolithic erection.

Then she understood what she saw. A sudden, quiet panic set in.

"Oh fuck," Blaze whispered under her breath.

She recognized her dick...the dick she had ripped off of her body, to prevent herself from assaulting Lois Lane. The part of herself she had discarded, in order to embrace her newfound love for the reporter, who though Angelica was nothing more than a lost young woman.

It must have latched onto her, Blaze thought to herself. The demon bit her lip and silently extended her supernatural senses. Dimly, the physical world faded away, and Blaze beheld the reporter's aura.

A scarlet wound had attached itself parasitically to the pale blue-green of the reporter's aura. Dark red veins had worked themselves deep into Lois Lane's spirit. Insidiously, the part of Blaze's body and spirit had bonded to those parts of Lois most like them—her libido. Even as Blaze watched, the crimson blot throbbed and pulsed, and worked itself deeper into the reporter's being. The demonic essence diffused into the surrounding tissue and life ****, to taint Lois at some deep and fundamental level. It would take extensive aetheric surgery to remove it now...an exorcism of uncanny strength and precision.

Silently cursing herself for not disposing of the rapacious cock properly, Blaze extended her hand to begin the rite.

"Oh, Angie..." Lois Lane breathed, and the disguised demon blinked as she reverted her senses back to the purely physical realm. Lois Lane lay there, eyes open, and Angelica Blaze realized how this must look. Here she was, a guest in her host's bed, reaching for her morning wood.

"I'm sorry, baby," Lois said. "I didn't want you to see me like this. Great Caesar's ghost, it's really big and hard this morning. It actually hurts! My balls ache too. Gosh, just listen to me go on. Just...just give me a minute, I'll go in the bathroom and take care of it, you don't have to...oh!"

The firm grip of Blaze's small hand on the rigid, throbbing prick silenced Lois Lane. The reporter's nipples were hard, and a trickle of hot precum ran down from the glans, to leak onto Angelica's hand.

Unable to stop herself, Blaze gave a little half-smile. Maybe...this was okay. She licked her lips.

"It's okay, sweetmeats," the disguised demon whispered to the dickgirl. "Let Angie kiss it and make it better."

Angie pushed her hair out of the way as she leaned over. Her mouth opened and she breathed in that scent, masculine and feminine mixed together. In some sense, this was her own dick—yet in a very real way, it wasn't. Blaze could see how completely it had become a part of Lois Lane. And it would only grow more a part of her.

The demon's tongue teased the urethra, and Lois grabbed the sheets.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck Angie that feels so good..." Lois Lane moaned, as Blaze's lips curled over her teeth, and her mouth closed over the sensitive glans.

Down between her legs, the demon's pussy burned with barely-repressed need. Blaze tried to blank it out and focus on the task at hand. It was best not to push the reporter too far, too fast...

"Oh Angie...Angie...nobody's sucked my cock like that before!" Lois Lane's hips began to twitch as Angelica Blaze slurped the head of the reporter's dick, and and slowly stroked the thick shaft. The demon's free hand slid down between her legs, to rub her own pussy.

It was like a circuit. A feedback loop. Blaze could feel the pleasure build in them both. The cock seemed to swell in her mouth. Lois Lane's breathing grew faster. The anticipation built and built in both of them, the excitement, the sheer biological need...and Blaze knew that Lois was lost in the sensation as the cum built up and up, the pressure a nut of pure need that throbbed and pulsed inside of her until.

The sharp intake of air warned Blaze, and she was about to pull her mouth off and stroke Lois to completion...but then the reporter sat halfway up, her hands grabbed the demon's dark hair, and Blaze nearly gagged as the first thick shot of jizz slammed into the back of her throat. The reporter's hips thrust and Blaze, left with no other choice, swallowed the thick and salty baby gravy.

Perhaps there was some magic in that hybrid cum, but even as Blaze swallowed the salty jizz, her own climax overcame her. Her fingers stabbed into her sodden slit and her eyes rolled up into her head, suddenly overcome by the intensity of her orgasm.

When, a few moments later, both of them recovered themselves, Lois realized that her half-erect dick was still in Angie's mouth—and her hands still on Blaze's head. The reporter immediately let go and pulled her dick out, an apology on her lips...but Angelica Blaze smiled coquettishly up at her and whispered:

"Thanks for breakfast. Think I can get some coffee to go with that cream?"

The joke broke the mood. Then they were just two women—or, one woman and one dickgirl—who woke up together, and Lois Lane played the gracious host to the young woman she had welcomed into her home.

Blaze licked the last shreds of cum off of her teeth. Like a cat, she looked around at Lois Lane's apartment, mentally established her territory. It would take a little while to convince Lois to let her stay here, but...well, the reporter had to get another hard-on sometime. And it would be very difficult for Lois to throw out the poor young woman with nothing to her name who drained her balls. In fact, even as Lois put the water on to boil for coffee, Blaze began to plan their next encounter...and felt a weird, sympathetic twinge deep inside herself.

An omen, though the demon didn't know it, of things to cum.