End: If Blaze Wants Her Pussy, She'll Have To Earn It

"Stop," Lois said. She backed away from Blaze and sat on the edge of the bed.

The demon growled.

"You want it. I can smell it on you. Your cunt wants me. Your body cries out for my touch..."

Hands settled on the reporter's shoulders, and Lois angrily stood up and shook her off.

"It's not about what I want, is it?" Lois hissed. "No matter what sweet nothings you whisper, you already got what you want, haven't you? I can feel your spunk inside me. I'll be knocked up soon, if I'm not already. That was your plan, wasn't it? Get women addicted to your demonic jizz, and the only way they can get out of it was for one of them to bear your unholy spawn? Well congratulations. I'm fucked. Now all you have to do is wait."

"And what if I want more?"

Lois turned to look back at Blaze. She looked almost human, then, despite her blood-red skin and horns, the pure-white eyes. There was a pleading look to her face. Eyes wide and wet-looking. Lip almost trembling.

"What more could you possibly want?" The reporter heard the bitterness in her own voice. "You've already ruined me. I'm knocked up with the devil's kid. Who the hell would have me now?"

"I would have you," the demon crept closer on all fours, almost catlike. "Again and again."

"Why?" Lois pressed. "What's in it for you?"

"I..." The demon paused. Closed her mouth. "I...like you."

"You like my cunt," the human tossed back. "You like corrupting me. Are you going to be there when I'm fat? During Lamaze classes? Hold my hand during labor? When I'm waddling around the Daily Planet and everyone else whispers behind my back at what a slut I am?" The reporter could feel her voice rise, emotion almost breaking her. "When Superman sees me swollen up with somebody else's child?"

"Fuck Superman!" Blaze roared suddenly. "That prick doesn't deserve you. Let me take care of you! Let me, let me..."

One red hand stretched out to Lois, like a drowning woman asking for a lifeline.

"...let me love you." The demon finished. "I can do those things. I can help you during the pregnancy I can...I will always be there to fuck you! Always! Even if you grow to three hundred pounds."

Lois snorted. She felt her eyes leak, and wiped them away with the palms of her hand.

"Words. I need more than words, Blaze. I need commitment."

A look crossed the scarlet succubus' features that Lois Lane had never seen before. It was the kind of determination she had only seen once—on her father's face, at her mother's funeral.

"There is one way," Blaze said, withdrawing her hand. She pressed the crimson fingers against her chest.

"You do not know this, Lois Lane, but a demon's heart is their most **** part." Lois stared as the fingertips bit into the flesh of Blaze's left breasts. Black blood welled up around the wounds and dripped down her tits. "Those who hold it...control them...aaargh!"

The fingers sank together, up to the knuckle...and they didn't stop. The blood was gushing from the open wound, poured onto the sheets. Blaze's face took on a waxy sheen, and paled to the color of a rose.

There was a crack as ribs broke. Blaze grimaced, her left breast sagging, hand buried in her own chest. Her left breast sagged, and little spurts of blood shot out as arteries surfaced...blood dribbled from those lips that had so lately kissed Lois Lane, the demonic dickgirl before her coughing and wheezing, spraying dark droplets onto the carpet as her hand twisted and turned...then her whole body shuddered. The blood-red bloom of her skin had faded to a deep pink all over, and the horns seemed suddenly fragile, as Blaze withdrew her gorey prize.

The heart was smaller than Lois would have thought. Barely the size of a walnut, black as a lump of coal. Blaze took a painful breath...and another. Lois saw the gaping wound begin to close, the loose ragged strands of flesh tying themselves back together, the sagging tit lifting up. Within moments, there was only the black stain of the demon's blood, and her skin began to resume her normal crimson color. Only a thin pink scar stood out to mark where Blaze had ripped out her own heart.

She held it out to Lois.

"Take this...as a pledge of my troth," the dickgirl said. "I give you the power to command...or destroy me."

Lois hesitated...but only for a moment. She didn't know if anything Blaze had said was true. Knew that this could all be some elaborate act, and yet...a part of her didn't think so. Maybe it was her own heart, calling out to what was offered to her. Maybe it was her pussy, that throbbed with denied need, eager for another round.

Perhaps it was just that Lois wanted to trust Blaze. Wanted to believe that her pussy could whip the devil. That she could change this bad dickgirl for the better.

Her hand close around the small, warm organ.

Thunder struck, close enough to rattle the windows and make Lois jump.

When Lois opened her eyes again...there was a golden ring on the third finger of her left hand, set with a great ruby. Blaze was holding her hand.

"So...what is milady's demand?" The demon said, her cock twitching as though she already knew the answer.

"You're going to get those women straightened out and let them go," Lois said, letting the demon drag her onto the bed.

"And no more playing supervillain to Superman! We have a baby to think of," Lois said as Blaze sank backwards, cock pointing toward the ceiling. The reporter crawled on top.

"Babies," her lover murmured.

"And..." Lois gasped as she sank onto the demon's cock. Her whole body shook with need, her hips starting to move almost before she had let her weight settle on the scarlet shaft. Her right hand traced the pink scar on the demonic dickgirl's left breast. "And don't you dare stop fucking me until I've cum at least twice."

"As you wish."

There are many ways that this night could have ended, and not all of them are happy. Yet as Lois bent down to press her lips against those of Blaze, she knew that perhaps she had given her own heart to the demon who had impregnated her. Not as literally, but in every other way that mattered. Readers may well wonder what the Man of Steel would think when he learned of this strange and carnal union...but that is a story for another time.