Epilogue: Tomorrow Night

"Good work on this article, Lane," Perry White called out as she headed out of the office.

"Thanks boss!" Lois said, all smiles. Clark Kent gave her a wan smile as she aimed herself at the door.

"Where are you off to Lois?" He asked.

"I," Lois announced. "Have a date tonight."

In her apartment, Lois had laid out her outfit for the night: a tight black dress, a tiny little purse. Bra, but no panties. That was a bit bold, but...

A knock at the door. Lois answered it in her robe. Eyes widened in surprise. That Mona Lisa smile, back jeans, a ripped t-shirt. She was carrying a bottle of tequila in one hand...and a coil of black nylon rope in the other.

"Angie!" The reporter said. "I thought..."

"We know what we really want," Blaze said as she stalked inside, closing the door with her foot. "Don't we?"

Lois felt the smile on her face. This was bold...unexpected...she brought her hands up to the belt of her robe and pulled it apart. Let it fall to the floor. Blaze almost dropped the tequila.

"Show me your real face," the reporter said.

Dark horns curled from the brow. Dark nipples tented the torn shirt. The tips of two dicks poked up over the waistband.

The reporter reached out and took the bottle of tequila. Pulled off the cap and took a long swig as Angelica pulled off her shirt and pants. No underwear there, either. Lois licked her lips as the naked demon stepped forward and took it from her.

She slugged a mouthful, and held it. Brought her mouth down, and Lois opened her lips. Sealed them around those hot, dark lips. Felt the damn break, the warm mix of liquor and saliva flowing into her mouth, followed swiftly by a tongue. They shared that swig between them, the liquor burning their mouths, until Lois finally swallowed.

The sudden rush of **** made her head spin. Blaze pushed her back, toward the bathroom.

"You don't want to take it slow, do you Lois?" Angelica told her. "You like the danger."

"Yes," Lois said, heart beating faster as the demon swept her evening's outfit onto the floor. The cocks were hard now, standing out from the demon's crotch, one above the other.

"I don't want you to get tired of me," Blaze said. "I want to give you something to remember me by."

"Scars?" Lois said, with a smile.

"Stretch marks," Blaze shot back.

It was a different position than last time. The rope wrapped around thigh and ankle, until her heels touched her buttocks. Wrists bound together behind her back, the rope passing around her chest, above and below the breast. Just tight enough that Lois could feel the constriction, the pressure. Lois found herself breathing deeper, just to feel the rope bite in a little harder.

"There's something I didn't get a chance to show you, last night," Blaze said, as she slid a finger into the reporter's pussy. No foreplay, no warning. Then it was gone, and Lois saw the demon rub the juice between her fingers, sniff and taste it. Like checking the oil on a car...

The demon rolled Lois onto her side. Blaze grabbed the lowest of her two cocks.

"I can fuck with just one at a time," the demon told her bound lover. "And when I finish with one...I can switch to the other. If I go long enough, the first one gets hard again..."

Lois felt her heart beating harder. She could see her nipples hard as diamonds. Wondered what they would look like in nine months time, dark and puffy.

"...I can go all night. Normally I wear a condom, but...I didn't bring any."

Something warm and hard pressed against Lois Lane's slit. She was suddenly glad for the fire of the tequila in her belly. Glad for anything to loosen her up. Lois craned her neck to see those dark horns lean over her.

"Angie..." she said. Then wondered what she was going to say. To ask if she loved her? To ask if she was serious about impregnating her? Sappy, sentimental shit. Something that would lessen her in the demon's eyes.

"Yes?" Blaze said, her balls resting on the reporter's bound lower leg, the free cock just touching Lois Lane's belly.

"You better not be shooting blanks," Lois said, staring hard into those pure white eyes. "If the morning comes and I'm not knocked up, I will be very disappointed."

The demon's smile widened. Not the Mona Lisa grin, but something more natural. The kind of smile that said: challenge accepted.

The cock slid home. That's how Lois realized she thought of it, now. This was it's home. Inside her pussy. Fucking her. The rubbery head scraping against her sweet spot. Blaze keeping the reporter's legs closed, so that the pussy was tight as she plunged it in and out, the other cock poking her thighs.

That first fuck was fast. Blaze was burning through her eagerness, pistoning her cock in and out. A hot, wet, quick fuck, and by the time Lois felt the edge of her climax begin to build the demon was already finishing, slamming those crimson hips and holding it there, the cock tensed...

Without missing a beat, the double-dicked demon rolled Lois over onto her back. The better for the jizz to soak in. She withdrew that spent cock, wiping it off on Lois Lane's thigh...and the other cock, hard and ready to go, slid in. Pushing the semen deep inside of Lois. Now Lois could see the demon's face, her eyes, those little breasts, the nipples just as hard as her own.

It was slower this time. Blaze had already blown one load. Now she wanted to see Lois cum. The reporter squirmed, unable to move her arms as one scarlet hand began to grope Lois Lane's right breast. The other red hand descended to the reporter's pussy, fingers circling her clit as the scarlet cock plunged in and out, in and out...

A three-point attack, cold and calculated.

It was working. Lois didn't know if she was more turned on by the sex or the calm deliberation behind Blaze's technique. The face was a mask of determination. She didn't just want to get Lois Lane pregnant. Blaze needed it. Like her life depended upon it.

As though Lois Lane were the only thing in her universe, right then and there.

Later...as the sun rose, and Blaze was massaging her arms and legs, making sure the circulation hadn't been cut off, Lois Lane wondered if that was the moment when she started to feel something more for Angie Blaze. Something deeper.

Her cunt was raw, utterly fucked out. Sperm spattered her sheets in a wet trail. Blaze held her head up the reporter's head resting against the pair of limp cocks in the demon's lap as Lois sipped from a glass of water.

"When can I see you again?" The demon asked. No ropes now, no mistress and fucktoy. Yet Lois wasn't fooled for a moment. Blaze was no less dangerous now than when she had first stalked through her door. Still so focused on that one thing.

"You don't think it took?" Lois croaked, her voice hoarse. The last few hours of the night she had screamed until the neighbors had pounded on the floor and ceiling.

"Time," Blaze said. "Only time can tell."

"Then I guess we'd better keep trying." Lois said as she closed her eyes.