End: Lois Wants To Be Fucked Like Never Before

"My life is changing—has changed—so quickly," Lois whispered. "All the things I thought I might do that will never happen now...I want a final fling before I really accept this whole motherhood thing." She took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Like, something supernatural, unnatural. Pushes the limits."

Angelica Blaze caught the reporter's chin between thumb and forefinger, tilted her head up to stare her lover in the eyes. "Do you promise to be mine?"

"Yes," Lois said, without hesitation.

"Then..." The shemale let the thought trail off. Lois was lost staring into those eyes. Pinprick irises had expanded until the whole eye was a glorious, inky black, no white showing at all. So dark and liquid that Lois could see her own distorted reflection, staring back at her...an infinity of selves, reflection upon reflection.

Staring down that dark tunnel, Lois felt a bond with her lover that went beyond anything she had experienced before. Something passed between them, a giddy sensation of momentary weightlessness, of travel and then...

Lois blinked. When she opened her eyes, she saw...herself, smiling back at her.

Except it wasn't quite her smile.

"Now my love..." It was Lois Lane's voice, but the inflection and accent was wrong, a hint of Mediterranean, a difference in the way lips and tongue moved. A warm hand reached down between Lois' legs and grabbed something, sending an electric thrill through her body. The reporter looked down...past an unfamiliar set of breasts, flat abs, to see a pale hand grasping a darker-skinned cock.

I have a dick, Lois thought. Realization sank in. I'm Blaze! I'm in her body, and she...

The hand moved knowingly, circling the cock with thumb and forefinger, stroking it gently to life. Lois Lane gasped at her first erection.

"...you will see what it is like from the other side."

Lois gasped, feeling hands—her own hands—gently work the shaft, felt the testicles shift and bunch as unfamiliar muscles flexed.

Is this what it feels like for her? The reporter wondered, awash with curiosity...and then she felt a hand grab her own, drawing the shemale down to the ground.

"Come on," Blaze whispered with Lois Lane's voice. "I want to feel you inside me...I want you to feel what it's like."

Unresisting, Lois laid down. Her every movement felt easy, athletic—powerful. When Blaze climbed on top of her, Lois realized that the body—her body—felt absurdly light.

How strong is she? Lois wondered. I'll have to be careful not to hurt myself.

"Just let me do the work, starting out," Blaze said breathily, rubbing her cunt along the tip of the dark schlong. "We both need to find our own limits...oh sweet Satan that's big..."

A shudder went through the shemale's prostrate form as something wet, hot, and tight engulfed the tip of her cock. It was new—different—completely unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The closest thing in the reporter's experience was feeling a lover's hot lips sucking on her clit, but this was...bigger. Almost more intense.

Lois laid down and let her demon-driven body ride on top of her. She stared upwards to see the flush of sexual excitement across those familiar cheeks, little pink nipples hard, hips pushing down to engulf more of that cock, riding it gently, bucking up and down as Blaze explored the limits of her new form.

Inside of her, between her legs, the shemale felt the pressure building. A sense of expectation was growing within her, a need for release... Curiously, she reached up, one hand on her own flat belly, thinking of the quadruplets there, not even big enough to see with the naked eye. She wondered what it would be like when her belly was swollen, tits leaking with milk, thighs probably fatter as her hips spread...

They were both panting now, hips moving as biological instincts moved them. Lois let her hand fall lower, thumb pressing against the little nub of a clitoris, just like she liked—and Blaze gasped, back arching, groping her own tits. The pussy squeezed on the shemale's cock and now it was Lois' turn to suck for air, suddenly breathless, feelings incredible.

"Th-this is all for you...sweetmeat," Blaze said, sweat dripping off of her forehead. Lois saw the pale body redoubling its efforts, trying to take the cock in deeper, faster, harder. "C-cum for me!"

Lois did.

With a roar, with a scream, with a primal exultant shout as the fiery black jizz exploded out of her demonic cock into the pussy that was once hers. Blaze rode the body through the orgasm, pussy milking the cock until, just as Lois was ending her shuddering eruption, she felt the body impaled on her demonic dick start to shake and spasm uncontrollably. The human orgasm seemed to last longer, and in the end, legs suddenly nervous, Blaze collapsed back onto Lois, the two resting together, panting, sticky and sweaty and happy.

"That was...different," Lois laughed with Blaze's voice.

"We can always try...other things," Blaze promised, her strange accent emerging weirdly through Lois Lane's vocal cords. "But I want...want to make you happy..."

They laughed softly, and Lois knew that whatever happened...and the future was a strange, unknown country where everything was possible...it had been a wild night. Nothing had gone quite as she had expected, and here she was: naked and sweaty in the body of a demonic dickgirl, holding her own pregnant body which she had just fucked. She laughed at the absurdity of it all, knowing that in the morning the reality of being pregnant with quadruplets would hit her hard, and that she still had an article to write...somehow...but for now, as her cock slipped out of her old cunt, Lois was just thinking about the present...and whether she could convince Blaze to give her a blowjob...

But that is a story for another time, and this is