You Owe Me Dinner

The reporter put as much hurt and anger into her voice as she could. As much as she would have wanted to enjoy the afterglow, she felt it was necessary to establish some ground rules right away.

"And did I give you permission to cum inside of me? No, I did not. You didn't even ask if I'm on birth control!"

Lois huffed, trying not to think about the fact that she very much wasn't on any kind of birth control. Her sex life for the last six months had been one long dry spell and she had let it slide...but Blaze didn't need to know that.

"...I don't know what kind of floozies you're used to Angelica Blaze, but I will not be treated with such disrespect...hey, don't fuck me while I'm talking to you!" The reporter declared.

In truth, the shemale had hardly moved—but her cock was still plugging Lois' pussy, as hard as though the bartender-from-hell had never cum, and even the slightest movement in Lois' slick, sensitive, fresh-fucked quim felt like she was ready to start pounding away again. The penis-tongue waggled as Blaze sought and failed to suppress a grin, and then slipped back inside her mouth.

"Or what?" Blaze challenged, shifting her weight a little, driving her swollen prick in and out of the reporter a few fractions of an inch.

"Or this date is over." Lois said firmly, feeling her hackles rise. Angelica was looking a little less human by the moment, the skin looking taut against her high cheekbones; taut, lean, whip-cord muscles moved beneath a skin that was looking positively scarlet.

"So we're on a date now? You know it's been so long since I was courting, I may have jumped the gun a little," Blaze pushed her cock forward, just to the edge of being uncomfortably deep from Lois' perspective...and then slowly relaxed. "I do apologize, my dear, you're just so...hardly resisting."

The shemale chuckled, and Lois noticed horns budding from her scalp, right above the hairline. "Sorry, I meant hard-to-resist."

Blaze leaned down and kissed Lois—a soft, warm kiss, right between her breasts, followed by another, gentler one further down, just below Lois' belly button. The horns on her head continued to grow...almost scraping the low "ceiling" of the bar-cubby...and when Angelica looked up at Lois again her eyes were pure white, with no iris or pupil visible.

"So tell me, Lois Lane...what do you want for dinner, on our date?"

As her stomach rumbled, the reporter realized that was a very good question.