Epilogue: Six Months Later

Blaze rang the doorbell. Lois Lane buzzed her up.

The demon had a sundress on today, and a big slouch hat and sunglasses.With her olive skin and exotic accent, she might have stepped from some Mediterranean beach...and in fact the bottle of wine she brought with her did come from a small town in Italy; a hot red wine that the locals made for themselves. The teleportation had lent a slight chill to the bottle.

Blaze used her key on the door...not that she needed it, as Lois hadn't bothered to lock it. The demonic dickgirl scowled and knew she should reprimand the reporter again for being so careless. There were thieves and criminals in Metropolis...and then Blaze had stepped through the door, locked and bolted it, and turned around...

"Angie!" Lois Lane beamed. She wasn't wearing pants, a red ribbon tied around the base of the transwoman's dick. The demon didn't have to use her supernatural senses to know that the reporter had freshly cleaned herself out, down there, and dabbed some perfume on...the subtle citrus one that Blaze liked. The reporter took the bottle of wine from her and greeted her lover with a kiss, then bounced into the kitchen.

Six months, they had been meeting like this, once a week. Lois Lane had settled into her new existence, and it was as though nothing had changed. She was transgender now, she was on hormone replacement therapy, and her breasts were swelling gently. There was the same teasing will-they-won't-they relationship with Superman...and Lois was still the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter.

Salad was on the table as Lois opened the wine; Blaze smelled fish frying, and bowls of brown rice and tiny dishes of peppery and salty sauces. The day before their little dates, Blaze knew that Lois tended to fast...the less to clean out of her system...but the day of she could indulge, and good food and good conversation was a pleasant prelude to the hours of ass-pounding that awaited them.

The demon's dick stirred in her dress as she contemplated the moans and gasps the reporter would make, squirming beneath her. Or how her nipples would feel beneath her palms, hard and stiff. Perhaps today they would fuck while watching porn...or perhaps Lois had set up a camera, as she had more than once threatened to do, so that next time they could watch the reporter's clitty flop as she bounced atop her girlfriend's cock...

Blaze blinked at that thought.

Am I her girlfriend?

The demon scowled into her salad, picked at her fish. Her mind rolled back to think about the last six months. Lois Lane hadn't changed, but the demon found that she had. Although she had hoped initially to use the reporter as a weapon against the Kryptonian, and had taken pleasure in plowing her tight hole because of the pain she knew it would one day cause him, at some point that had just changed into...something else.

Lois Lane's toe touched the demon's knee.

"Hey," the reporter said. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Blaze looked up from her half-eaten meal. The reporter's plate was already clean. The demonic dickgirl smiled weakly.

"Sorry, I was just...thinking about our relationship."

The demon blinked at the words that had come out of her own mouth. She had expected to give some easy lie, like how she imagined using a dildo at the same time she fucked the reporter's ass so that Lois would know what it feels like to have her anus screwed by two dicks at once, but somehow the truth had just come out.

"Angie," Lois said seriously as she slowly batted her violet eyes. "Have you developed feelings for me?"

It was Blaze's turn to blink, and though her instinct was denial, her traitorous tongue would not permit it.

"Yes," Blaze said sullenly.

Lois Lane tsked. She smiled, like the cat that got the cream.

"You know, when I gave you that key...it meant you could come over whenever you liked," the reporter said. Her gaze was challenging. The toe slipped along Blaze's thigh, to where the devil's erection stood out from her panties. The balls of Lois Lane's foot rubbed the sensitive underside of Blaze's dick. "Maybe we should start seeing more of each other...see how it goes..."

The demon gripped the table as the foot rubbed harder. Blaze was so stiff it seemed her cock pushed back against the foot. The toes gripped the glans. The heel nestled against the swollen balls that threatened to slip out of the yellow-striped cotton panties...and then Angelica Blaze did something she had never done before...and hot seed spurted out, over the reporter's feet, dark liquid circles staining the sundress...and Lois Lane smiled wider.

"Let's go to the bed," Lois said. "I want to see if I can make my girlfriend cum with just my feet again."

"I...want to cum in your ass," Blaze said, her ears ringing slightly.

"You can cum in my ass anytime," Lois promised...and Blaze let herself be led away from the table and its half-eaten meal...and wondered if this is what a wolf felt like, when it began to turn into a dog.