Epilogue: Power Corrupts

There was cum on the toilet seat. Again.

Cold rage filled Lois Lane. She had told Blaze, after the first time it had happened...when Lois had gone for her morning constitutional, and felt her ass stick to the seat, that it wasn't to happen again...and the demon had...she'd...

Lois grabbed the black gem that hung from a chain about her neck. It burned like a coal in her fingers.

"Blaze!" She whispered hoarsely...and there was a pop of displaced air as the naked succubus appeared before her, to sprawl on the floor of the bathroom, awoken from a deep sleep.

"Gah! What by Lilith's tits..." the scarlet succubus swore.

"Clean. It. Up." Lois said. She still clutched the stone. The demon cringed at each word.

"Fine, fine, just let me get a towel..."

Something filled Lois Lane as she stared down at the naked ass, the crimson cock that hung between those legs. She needed to teach Blaze a lesson.

"No," Lois said firmly. "With your tongue."

The gem burned. It pulsed in the reporter's hand, like the beat of a living heart...and white light shone from the demon's eyes. A long pink tongue extended from her mouth as the demon angled her head like a cat to scrape the black jizz into her mouth from the toilet seat.

Lois watched, and something stirred in her. There was just something about the instant obedience...the sway of that crimson ass as Blaze worked her head along the seat, to lick it clean of cum and everything else. The reporter's eyes fell to the cock that dangled between those lean red thighs. The big balls, the hint of a slit...

The reporter leaned over and grabbed the demon's cock and pulled it backward. Blaze growled deep in her throat, but Lois ignored her.

"I told you," Lois said. "I told you, and I told you. Don't cum in the sink, don't cum on the toilet. If you can't keep your jizz to yourself then you need to at least clean up after yourself..."

Lois' eyes felt hot as she began to stroke the dick. She felt that giddy rush of potential. Knowing that Blaze was completely under her power.

"...because your cum is mine, understand? You're mine. I own you."

An animal sound came from Blaze's throat. She couldn't speak, as she was busy licking the last of her cum from the toilet seat, but it was something like a purr...or a moan...and the head spread out from the reporter's eyes so that her whole body felt suddenly feverish. Power suffused her...and the scarlet succubus offered no resistance as the reporter rolled her over onto her back and guided the cock to her cunny.

"My cum!" Lois whispered hoarsely. "All mine, you understand! Mine mine mine! No more jerking off! You'll cum when and where I tell you to!"

The scarlet succubus looked up at Lois, her pure white eyes unreadable...the red nose twitched...and that damn Mona Lisa-smile twisted the lips.

Lois didn't care. She was already rising and falling, her hips slammed down on the demon's crotch, the crimson cock embedded deep inside of her. Her jizz...all of it...and Blaze could not lift a finger to stop her lover, even if the demon had wished to.

It was such an easy line to cross, that Lois Lane didn't even realize she had crossed it until the black jizz erupted inside the reporter's cunny like a geyser of Texas crude...and when, a few minutes later, Lois gasped out in her own climax, and she felt the sloppy heat that drooled out of her pussy she realized what she had done...and Blaze only looked at her with that strange smile and said:

"Shall I lick up that mess too, milady?"