End: Blaze Chooses Lois

Lois kept her face blank, but inside she was a storm of emotions. Sure, she had just had the best sex of her life with this woman—shemale—demon—whatever. The reporter had felt a real connection between them when she had begged to be impregnated, and Angelica Blaze had seemed so sincere in wanting to be with her, and she had even shown her cult to Lois, just because the reporter had asked.

Still...Lois knew she was asking a lot.

We've only known each other what, a few hours? The reporter thought pensively the moment she asked her question. She's got a virtual harem of sex-addicted sluts ready and dripping to take her cock in any hole at any time, that virtually worship the ground she walks on, and I'm asking her to give that up for...for a chance to change diapers. I mean, we just met, we might not last a week, much less years. I don't know if Blaze even does monogamy...I mean, she said she wanted babies but that doesn't mean she wants to just fuck me forever.

The reporter felt her heart leap into her throat as Angelica stared wistfully back at her little sex cult...and then stared down at the hand touching Lois' belly.

"Ladies, please leave. Go back to your lives," There was a tone of command to her voice, a rumble that seemed to reach past the ears and pierce directly into the brain. The shemale turned to Lois, and in a softer, a more human voice said: "I choose us."

Tears came to Lois' eyes. Her heart felt ready to explode. With a sudden burst of emotion, she flung her arms around her lover, pressing her lips against Angelica's own. The shemale sagged, taken aback at the sudden kiss, and the reporter held her close, pressing her body hard against Blaze's own, feeling their breasts press together through their clothes.

There's so much to talk about! Lois couldn't keep her thoughts from straying as they melted into a long passionate kiss, lips locked together, sharing one deep breath between them. I don't know where she lives or if she wants to get married...or how I'm going to break the news to my dad and sister...find a pediatrician...what's stabbing into my thigh?

Looking down, Lois saw the demon's cock tenting the front of her dress...and the reporter got an idea of how to repay her lover, at least a little, for what she was giving up.

Putting her hands against Blaze's shoulders, Lois pushed a little, breaking the kiss. A confused look crossed Angelica's face.

"What is it? Did I do something wron—" She began, but Lois silenced her with a single finger across her lips.

"No. You did something right. That deserves...a reward." The reporter answered with a smile...and dropped to her knees.

Lois lifted Blaze's skirt, exposing the bare cock. It was easy to see how a woman might end up worshipping this dick. It wasn't the length, so much, but the girth and the soft meatiness of it—that and the huge, swollen orbs that dangled behind and beneath it, spermbanks that wouldn't look out of place on a prize breeding bull. It was a set of block-and-tackle fit for a stud.

The reporter gave the purple tip of the dick a little kiss...and then opened her mouth a bit wider, letting her tongue play over the glans, tasting the sticky residue from their last fuck. She ran her tongue all over the head, lips widening by degrees until the entire head was in her mouth, the prick growing firmer and more erect, even though it retained something of that squishiness that let it squeeze in to tight places—as Lois knew well from experience.

The reporter spit and drooled, coating the cockhead as liberally with saliva as she could manage...and when she judges it was about as slick as could be, she popped it out of her mouth and stared up at Angelica.

"Angie...I want you to fuck my ass," Lois whispered, and she swore that the cock grew a little harder, the prickhead swollen and purple, fit to burst. The reporter hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pulled them down, over the curve of her ass, feeling the hot air on her exposed asshole. "Right now."

"I..." Blaze swallowed. "I would love to, but are you sure...?"

"Yes," Lois said as she turned around and leaned against the bar, facing a roomful of waitresses and customers, waggling her exposed derriere at her lover. "After all...it's good practice for when I get too pregnant for you to fuck my pussy."

Lois' heart thundered in her chest as she waited for the moment with trepidation. The promise of her ass, once given, was not something the felt she could rescind.

Besides, the reporter told herself. It's the least you could do. She gave up four asses for yours. It's only fair that I learn how to take her di—

Fingers pried apart Lois' asscheeks. Something warm and wet, soft and swollen, pressed against her hole. Conscious thought stopped for a second in Lois Lane's brain. All her attention was on the pressure suddenly being applied to her anus, a firm and determined intruder seeking to go in what had once been "exit only."

Relax relax relax your ass, Lois told herself...and realized, with a terrible thrill, that some of the people in the club were now watching the show.

Then, it was in.

Lois gasped, not in pain but in surprise as the slick dick slid into her hole—just an inch, just far enough that the reporter could feel the penetration. Blaze held it there, a master cockswoman, waiting for Lois to get used to her asshole being held open, to relax her sphincter...and then it slid in further.

The reporter was panting, knees wobbling, trying with all her willpower not to cry, not to clench her butthole shut, not to mind as the people in the club shifted in their chairs, all eyes on the woman getting fucked in the ass for the first time.

Angelica's demonic dong slid in deep. Lois felt stuffed. It wasn't the length of the cock so much as its girth, slowly but surely spreading her out wider than she had ever been before. Long minutes passed like that...Blaze pushing her dick deeper, and then stopping. Push, stop. Push, stop. Until Lois' asshole was a burning ring of fire, and she didn't think she could take any more. It was too much...too much cock...

"I think that's all you can handle, for right now," Blaze whispered behind Lois. "You're really tight. I'm not going to last long. Is it...okay if I cum inside?"

Lois felt her heart melt a little at the hesitancy in her lover's words. The big bad demon, cock-of-the-walk, who asked permission to cum inside her lover.

"It's your ass," the reporter said, loud enough for the front row of spectators to hear it. "You can do what you want with it. I give it all to you."

With a growl, Angelica clamped her hands on Lois hips and began to make love to her ass.

That was the only way that the reporter could describe it. This was no hard driving fuck, determined to cum, ready and willing to tear her ass to shreds in pursuit of ejaculation. Blaze moved incredibly slowly, gently, her hands kneading and massaging Lois' ass as her wet cock slipped in and out, in and out, never pushing too far, never pressing past the reporter's limits.

The demon bartender built up a steady rhythm, until the burning fire in Lois asshole spread into a more general, pervasive warmth. She could feel the cock through the walls that separated her colon and her pussy, and she could feel her asshole tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing... Lois wondered if this was the first step in how Blaze would train her ass until it could take her whole cock...and as Lois bit her lip, she realized that she wanted that.

Lois wanted to feel the whole length of her lover buried up to the balls to in her asshole, with her swollen belly out in front of her. She promised to herself that one day she would do it, no matter how long it took...and then there was a little gasp from behind her, and Blaze buried her cock a little deeper...just enough to steal Lois' breath away, a twinge of sharp pain as her asshole was opened a little wider...and something warm and wet flowed inside.

There was a scattering of applause from the spectators as Angelica pulled her cock out of her lover's ass. Lois blushed, feeling embarrassed, sticky, in **** need of a bathroom...but not so much that she couldn't award her demon lover with a brief, intimate kiss. The crowd cheered, and someone called for drinks for the house.

"I hurt you," Angelica spoke softly.

"Just a little," Lois replied, giving her a kiss, her hand finding Blaze's own. "We'll have plenty of time to practice...over the next forty weeks."

There was a great deal more to talk about. Short term and long term. How they would see each other, would they get married, baby names—Lois reminded herself to buy a test, just in case—but that could wait. For now, pussy and ass were full of semen, and the crowd was hollering for wine, champagne, beer...and Lois stood out of the way, because she didn't think she could sit just at that moment and watched Blaze busy herself with their orders, remembering the story of the bartender from hell serving the damned.

Lois laid a hand on her stomach. There was nothing there to feel, just yet. But there would be. Angie chose us. She thought, smiling to herself. And I chose her.