Epilogue: Nothing Going On But The Rent

Blaze paced the confines of her prison. She measured out the length of Lois Lane's small living room, dominated by its couch and television; explored the cabinets and nooks and crannies of the small kitchen, dominated by its round table. Picked through the overflowing bookshelves in Lois Lane's bedroom, though she didn't dare go out onto the balcony for fear of being seen...and at last, she sat in Lois's bathroom, surveying the sink, the toilet, shower and tub.

The red-skinned demonic dickgirl gave a little sigh. With casual curiosity, she opened the laundry basket and rooted amid the clothes until she found a pair of the reporter's panties. Blaze leaned back, pressing the satiny undergarments against her nose...inhaling the reporter's scent...and reached between her legs to stroke herself to hardness.

As prisons go, Blaze thought, her thumb and forefinger circling her crimson cock. There are worse ones.

Yet it was still a prison, of sorts. Oh a refuge, certainly. Blaze could feel the enchantment that covered the building. The Justice League were taking no chances that Blaze might escape. Even the tiniest use of magic would be registered immediately...and then what? Blaze could run, but any teleportation spell or portal would be traced. She would have to work quickly, and keep moving until they simply gave up the chase...and then what? Back to hell? Another scheme of conquest?

The demon sighed. Immortality meant long periods of boredom. Even a devil's heart could grow weary from centuries of sin & consequences. Of course, she had foolishly given her word to Lois to forego further villainy, but that would only apply so long as she took sanctuary here...

Blaze wrapped the panties over her head, her horns poking through the leg-hols so that the bit of musty cloth that had pressed against Lois's cunny was stretched tight over her nose. She closed her pure white eyes, thinking of the warm, hot cranny that she had fucked so recently...and would again, soon enough, for Lois had made it plain as she left for work that she planned for the demon to compensate her in bed.

She breathed deep as she stroked her cock. Her hand reached down to squeeze her sack, feeling the heavy balls there. Few prisons came with a sexy warden.

No, just think of this as a...what do the mortals call it? A vacation, Blaze told herself. Lie low until the heat is down, empty your balls into Lois every night...the very definition of relaxing. Recharge those villainous batteries, take a little time to plan. This world will be ours, in time...

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Blaze's eyes shot open. She stared guiltily through the panties at Lois Lane. The demon had been so lost in her reverie that she hadn't heard the reporter come in.

"I...I t-thought you were at work!" Blaze stuttered.

"Came home for a lunch quickie," the reporter said, and without further ado hitched up her skirt. The violet eyes narrowed as she pulled her panties to one side to expose her slit. "Only to find you wearing my panties. On your head, no less! What are you a teenaged boy?"

The reporter quickly came astride the seated demon. Blaze held her cock steady as Lois lined herself up on it...and then sank down, her pussy wet enough that no more foreplay was needed.

"I don't have much time," Lois said. "So let's make this quick, okay?"

Wordlessly, Blaze complied. Her hands moved to grab the reporter's ass, and Lois grabbed the back of the toilet. They moved together, grinding against one another, cock squelching in the sloppy cunt. Blaze almost imagined she could still feel some of her first load inside of there...and for just a moment, the demon could imagine that she was free, perfectly free, making love to this beautiful woman, and not racing against the clock just to cum...

"Rrgh," the demon growled, after only a few minutes. Lois was already breathing faster, eyes half-closed, obviously enjoying herself. Blaze wished she could read those thoughts...but even that tiny display of power would be too much, and she dare not...

"Give me your tongue," Lois said, and they tilted their heads to share the kiss as Blaze pushed and pulled the reporter's ass, the cock buried deep inside of Lois Lane, and not for the first or the last time Blaze hoped that this was the moment, the shot, the act that marked the reporter's womb...and Lois held the demon close as Blaze stiffened, her whole being focused on the burning wad of seed that sped through her stiff prick and exploded deep inside of the reporter...and as Blaze softened, Lois Lane's ardor gew, her hips hyrating on her own, and even as Blaze tried to wring out the last few drops, she felt the reporter tense in her own small climax...and then they sat there together, panting gently, arm in arm on the toilet.

"New rule," Lois said. "No more masturbating. You cum, it's inside me, got it?"

"Yes, warden," Blaze said, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.

No time for jibes, then. Lois pulled her panties back nti place, straightened her skirt, and gave Blaze a little kiss on her left horn as she hurried back to work.

Leaving Blaze on the toilet, her sagging dick momentarily spent, still wearing Lois Lane's panties on her face...and realizing, with a bit of numbness, what the new rule entailed for her future prospects.

"Fuck," Blaze wondered aloud. "What the hell do I do all day now?"