Epilogue: Sexpet

It was like having a dog. A warm body curled up next to you at night. Someone happy to see you when you come home. Someone who you had to look after, but who cheered you up on bad days and was company on lonely nights.

Of course, while a dog might plant their balls in your face, or hump your favorite pillow while you weren't looking, they wouldn't start each and every day by sucking your cock. By the end of the second week, Lois Lane had started to think of the period of her life when she didn't wake up with a climax and blowing her load down a scarlet throat as "the before time."

Even a month after Lois Lane's night out, Blaze hadn't really recovered from the effects of the Black Grail. She refused to wear clothes, and wandered around the reporter's apartment naked, usually curled up on the bed or the couch. Fortunately, she was still able to see to most of her biological functions, though Lois had scolded the scarlet succubus with a rolled-up newspaper when she found her peeing in the sink.

Mostly, though, the demonic dickgirl was fairly self-sufficient. Lois had set up the harness and milking apparatus in front of the television. She left the demon there during the day, the pump sealed firmly on the crimson cock, a vibrating dildo in her ass, a feeding tube down her throat...to watch daytime television and wait for Lois to get home.

The "product" was a bit of a difficulty to dispose of. Lois Lane began the day by pouring some of Blaze's "milk" over her cereal in the morning, and she took some with her coffee, and drank about a pint of it for lunch. It was low-calorie, or so Lois surmised because she'd noticed that she had lost a couple of pounds in the last month.

Of course, the moment Lois got home, Blaze was eager to be free of the harness. No sooner would the reporter turn off the pump, undo the straps and pull out the tubes than Blaze would be on the couch, her red fings spreading the cheeks of her gaping ass, begging to be fucked...

Lois Lane still wondered if she did the right thing, as she pulled up her skirt and aimed her stiff prick at the demon's gaping asshole. Blaze moaned loudly as Lois slid her dick in between those tomato-skin cheeks, her little scarlet toes curling and eyes rolled up in her head as the reporter bottomed out inside of her. The dickgirl reporter reassured herself that at least Blaze wasn't out committing crimes, and she seemed happy and healthy...

Very healthy. Maybe it was just the sedentary lifestyle, but the thin frame was beginning to fill out somewhat. The ass was definitely bigger and rounder than when Lois had first met Blaze down in the club, and the little titties filled the reporter's palms more solidly now. Lois Lane reached back, behind her balls to slip a finger in her ass. There was nothing quite like being balls deep in Blaze's ass while fingering her own hole. Honestly, she hardly missed her pussy at all.

Maybe it was wrong to keep Blaze this way. Maybe Lois should have turned her in. Yet as the dickgirl pumped her spunk deep and hard into that demonic ass, Lois Lane thought about how lonely life would be without her sexpet...and she just couldn't bear the thought of giving her up.