Epilogue: Spank Date

Lois Lane posed in front of the mirror. Clothes littered the bed behind her as she pressed the black miniskirt that barely covered her cooch against her body. She was freshly showered, shaved, and perfumed for her date—but she still didn't know what to wear. Something elegant, yet sexy; dominant, yet said "spank me." The reporter mulled the problem over and over in her mind as she mentally whittled her way through her wardrobe...

"I like that one."

The naked reporter spun at the voice, familiar yet unexpected, and clutched the dress to her bosom to cover her nipples. The scarlet succubus stood in the doorway to Lois Lane's bedroom, wearing something like a full-body black fishnet bodystocking that hugged and accentuated her waspish waist, outlined her small breasts, and trailed off at the foot into an inky river that hung behind her like a shadow.

"Don't you people have to be invited in or something?" Lois said, her face flushed in embarrassment as she said the first thing that popped into her mind.

"You're thinking of vampires. I'm a demon. There are very few places barred to my kind. Anyway, I thought you'd welcome me here."

The demon slinked toward Lois. The dress she was in was too tight to allow the legs to move freely; Blaze had to roll her hips and slide one foot forward and then the other, crimson toes poking out against the reporter's beige carpet. Once again Lois was taken by how tall she was, at least a head higher than the human woman, and the dark horns that arched above like the spires of some infernal crown accentuated the sense of height. One black-sleeved hand slid up behind the reporter's neck, and Lois found herself turning her head and opening her mouth for the kiss.

The tongue that pressed past Lois Lane's lips was worked. It moved slowly, explored, let Lois get used to it being there as their lips mashed together...it had been a long time since Lois had felt anyone kiss her that passionately, and she leaned into it, even as Blaze's other hand crawled down to clutch at the reporter's ass.

*SLAP*

The reporter swatted the demon's hand away hard. She broke the kiss, eyes dilated and cheeks flushed as she stared hungrily at the demon. The naked reporter tossed the dress aside.

"You came into my apartment without permission. That's trespassing. That means you need to be punished," the reporter said fiercely.

That Mona Lisa smile graced Blaze's ruby lips...but her eyes began to shine from within with a pale white light.

"Oh? And how are you going to punish me, sweetmeat?"

Lois narrowed her eyes. "Grab your fucking ankles."

With a flourish, Blaze turned her back to Lois. The dress allowed the demon to spread her feet almost a foot apart...and the scarlet succubus bent down, the fishnet stretched, and the naked reporter saw that Blaze had not bothered with underwear. The long red fingers dug around to grasp her ankles, her oily black hair brushed the floor...and while Blaze did that, Lois stepped out of her view and grabbed the old-fashioned wooden hairbrush from her dresser.

"Well," Blaze said. "I've assumed the position, try not to break your ha—"

*WHAP*

The demon's words were cut off as the reporter brought the hairbrush down across the pert scarlet rump with all of her strength. The tips of her tongue were nearly cut off too, so hard and fast did Blaze's teeth chomp down.

The blows fell, hard enough that Blaze wobbled as she grasped her ankles. Lois aimed each one carefully, so that it fell across the same mark as the previous stroke. Through the black fishnet she could see the skin turn pink with each strike, and then it darkened to a mottled purple. A feral grin twisted the reporter's features as she put her whole body into each blow...doing her utmost to bruise that superhuman flesh. To make Blaze feel it.

The demon did. Lois could hear the gasp from those scarlet lips. It wasn't the reporter's physical strength...it was the will and spirit that went into each precise strike, the surge of emotion, the **** need that was so close to the release which succubi fed upon...whetting the demon's appetite and burning her flesh in one delicious burst of pain after another, each strike growing harder and harder as it smashed against her aura.

Until the sweat ran down the reporter's naked body...her arm burned, half-numb with the impact of so many blows. Her left hand reached down and grabbed her pussy, unsurprised to find herself wet and hot.

"I think," Lois said as she sagged to sit down on the bed. "I overdid it a bit."

"Oh?" Blaze turned her head, hands still clasped around her ankles. Her eyes were bright now, almost too bright to look at.

"Yeah," Lois licked her lips. "I've exceeded my authority. I think I need to be punished."

The demon smiled...

"Aaagh!" Lois said as Blaze's hand came down on her naked ass. Bent across the scarlet knee, the handle of the hairbrush thrust into her twat, she felt almost helpless as the demon gripped her wrists together with one hand and raised the other to strike.

"Tighten that cunt!" Blaze ordered. "If it falls out, we're starting the count all over again."

Their reservation came and went; Lois and Blaze never left the apartment, all night. Takeout came, later, though Lois had to eat it standing up...and after that, Blaze boldly declared that she would stay the night.

"Oh?" Lois said as she finished the last of the chop suey. "Why?"

Blaze met her lover's stare.

"So I can kiss it better, of course."

Which she did.