Nothing Visible

Lois Lane closed her tired eyes and sighed. Her pussy felt squishy and full. A sense of peace and fulfillment suffused her. Blaze pressed a warm pair of lips to the reporter's bare shoulder.

A little grunt escaped from the woman's lips as Blaze withdrew from her. Absently, the reporter's hands found their way down to her cunny, expecting a mess...but while her lips were slick with their own juices, she didn't feel the hot jizz that she had thought to find. A flicker of regret went through her mind.

The bed creaked as Blaze left it.

"You didn't cum?" Lois asked.

"Oh, I came," the demon gently tugged the book away from where it had been resting in front of the reporter. "And it's going to stay deep inside of you, where it will do the most good."

Blaze sat on the bed, her warm, naked red thighs inviting. Lois rolled over onto her side, laying her head in the demon's lap. She felt something like a static shock, touching the demon's skin.

"Did I read it good?" she murmured, suddenly tired.

"Perfect," the demon told her, one scarlet finger moving the dark hairs away from the reporter's face.

"It's a really hard book," Lois yawned.

"It isn't meant to be read by the uninitiated," Blaze told her. "But it has such pretty pictures, don't you agree?"

Lois blinked her eyes, languidly.

"Just one more," Blaze cooed. "One for you to remember, when the time comes."

The demon opened the book to the next page, and showed it to Lois.

The sleepy reporter stared at the picture. There was some deep mystery there that she could not quite fathom. It made her feel funny, deep down inside. She wished that she could read the words around the image, but they swam in and out of her vision. It seemed silly, a reporter who couldn't read...

Lois Lane drifted off to sleep.