End: Lois Wakes Up With Blaze

In her dreams, Lois Lane was getting fucked. On the deck of a storm-tossed ship, rain beating down, she was trapped in the coils of some monstrous beast with the body of a sea-serpent and the head and torso of a woman. The wind whipped their hair around wildly as the hot tongue **** itself into her mouth. The snake-body coiled around Lois, but near the "waist" where soft blue skin gave way to scales was a slit, and out of that slit came a smooth, dark blue rod of soft flesh.

She wanted to scream as the serpent-woman bent her over the side of the boat, the strange cock sliding inside of her cunt, and Lois didn't know if she was wet because of the tempest or the raging lust she felt. But the ship tossed and turned and she found herself pushing back as the serpent-cock pushed deep inside her. Deeper and deeper, until it threatened to push itself against the entrance to her womb...

Lois woke with a soft moan to the rocking of the bed.

She yawned and grinned like a cat, lost for a moment still in that pleasantly strange sex dream...and then felt as well as heard the slick motion of cock in cunt.

With a shudder she came to full wakefulness, and found herself on her stomach on her bed...her bed, in her apartment...and felt her legs spread, a familiar cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy at a slow but steady pace. The reporter twisted her head to the left, catching a glimpse of the clock on the bedside table: 04:54, six minutes until the alarm would go off. She turned to see who was fucking her...

"Oh, you're awake," Blaze said. The demon, still wearing her horns and nothing else, paused in mid-fuck. She had the good grace, at the moment, to at least look sheepish. Like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Lois was not amused.

"We need to have a serious discussion about personal boundaries," the reporter growled. "It is not polite to fuck someone while they're asleep. That is not consent. That is ****."

Lois tried to raise more ire, but in truth, what she needed was coffee and the bathroom.

"So, uh...you want me to stop?" Blaze asked.

"Fuck no," Lois reached out and clicked off the alarm. "But make it quick, I have got to pee."

The demon resumed her pace, pushing her cock in and out of the reporter's pussy with renewed vigor, hands gently massaging her ass. In truth, the reporter couldn't remember the last time she had felt this wet...and it was certainly not a bad way to wake up. She'd have to have a long talk with Blaze about getting prior consent before doing this next time.

Next time, Lois blinked into the darkness, beginning to push back with her ass a little to meet Blaze's thrusts.

I guess there is going to be a next time. After all that happened tonight...I'm pregnant. She knew that with a certainty, even if it would take a couple weeks for the tests to show.

And I've got a girlfriend. Boyfriend? Babydaddy? Lover. I've got a lover, Lois stretched out her arms and grabbed the headboard, raising her upper body up, the better to push back on Blaze. Doggy style had its advantages, letting the cock slide deeper inside of her, though never quite so deep as to be uncomfortable. The reporter cricked her neck, feeling her breasts start to shake as they really got into a faster, harder rhythm.

A well-hung partner, Lois gasped. The idea of Blaze fucking her in the dark was strangely erotic to her, dream and reality sliding together, the sexual heat building inside of her.

"Don't cum," The reporter panted. "Don't you dare cum until...til...I...fuck..."

Lois Lane moaned as the clock ticked over to five AM. A minute later she felt a new warm wetness in her dripping puss, a hiss of pleasure from her demon lover behind her. They panted together as the fucking slowed down, still connected together at the crotch, a sticky mess.

The Daily Planet's star reporter smiled. She felt...energized, relaxed, ready to face the day.

"That was a great way to start the day," she said. The night was now officially over.