End: That's A Lot To Ask

"I don't...I don't know if I can commit to that," Blaze said, as Lois Lane slobbered on her cock. The reporter ran her tongue down that shaft, to where the hairless testicles hung down underneath. The same balls that had knocked her up, she was positive of that now. Lois opened her mouth and pulled one of the hen's eggs in, lips closing over the soft skin, tongue swirling around the ball as she sucked gently at it.

Angelica Blaze leaned against the counter, her cock resting on the pregnant reporter's face as Lois slurped and sucked. Lois Lane's hands grasped the dickgirl's knees, the one violet eye not covered by cock staring intently up at her lover.

"I...I mean it's not that I don't...like you. And I want to be there for you and the baby...babies..."

Lois let the testicle fall out of her mouth. Her tongue touched the silky-soft skin of Angelica's taint...and began to move up, along the underside of that long schlong. She inched her hands up those thighs, keeping pace with her tongue. By the time she reached just below the tip, the reporter's hands were gripping the base of the shaft, tight enough that she could feel the throbbing pulse of the demonic dick.

Blaze swallowed.

"Look, it's not that I don't want to commit. And I really appreciate you wanting to take care of my sexual urges, it's just...you don't know..."

The reporter's tongue teased just the tip. Not even touching the glans or the little piss slit, but lapping up the clear pre-cum that dribbled from it. Her right hand continued to grip the base of the cock while her left, thumb and forefinger drawn into a circle around the shaft, began to slowly pump up and down.

"...I'm going to leave your pussy a sticky mess, perpetually dripping with cum. I've tried, you know, to just keep one woman at a time and she could never keep up. Her pussy would always get sore, her jaw would be tired, she'd fall asleep with me fucking her and I couldn't go the night without dumping another load into her overflowing cunt. They'd try to hide from me and I'd find them wherever they were at, stick my cock in their face, make them suck me off...none of them lasted more than a week..."

Lois stared levelly into Angelica's eyes now, a wet trickle running down between her legs as she licked at that head, almost to the slit, her hand still pumping away, a little faster now. She could see Blaze's hips twitch, heard the footsteps as waitresses came to grab glasses or pour a beer off to her right, but Lois pushed those distractions out of her mind. It was like a staring contest, and she could feel her demonic girlfriend's will starting to crumble.

"...I...I mean I guess we can...try...trial..." Blaze's cock began to shudder.

The reporter slipped her lips over the tip of the dick just before the bitter, salty load burst forth from the weeping tip. She kept stroking the shaft as rope after sticky rope hit the top of her mouth and filled her salivating chamber, tongue rubbing the sensitive underside. Blaze groaned as her balls tightened, and the demon closed her eyes, lost in the moment as Lois Lane drained her balls.

When the salty stream final diminished down to a dribble, Lois slid her lips off the head. Blaze opened her eyes to see the gooey jism that filled her girlfriend's mouth...and then Lois swallowed, the hot load sliding down her throat like a fresh oyster.

Without releasing her grip on the dick, Lois stood up.

"I think I understand you, Angie," Lois said. She walked forward, and rubbed the head of the cock against the top of her thighs, leaving a sticky mess there. "Now I think you need to understand me. Your personal slut-fucking privileges are over. This cock is mine, and I'm going to get every drop of seed from it in one of my holes until one of us dies."

Lois leaned forward, and she was aware once again of the height difference between the two of them. Blaze had to look down at Lois, whose chin almost fit into the little hollow where the dickgirl's collarbones met.

"No supervillainy. I'll do my part. And if you cheat on me, at all, I'm not going to let you go that easily," the violet eyes flashed. "I'll have Zatanna fashion a chastity device that Lucifer himself couldn't break. I'll ask Superman to fetch your carcass out of whatever hell you hide in, and he'll do it. Batman will build a gimp box from which there will be no escape. I don't care what kind of loose skanks you've fucked before now, but I am Lois Lane and if I have to I'll become the biggest cum-guzzling jizzbucket in the history of creation. But only for you."

The reporter pressed herself up against Blaze. Her cheek rested on her girlfriend's shoulder, the cock was trapped in between them. Somewhere deep inside of her, Lois could imagine the fruit of their love already busily multiplying and growing. Her pussy felt sticky and achey, as it did after sex. She could taste that bitter seed on her lips.

Lois looked up at Angelica Blaze. The dickgirl's hands were white-knuckled on the bar. Utterly shook.

"I'll try," Angelica said. "I can't...I can't do more than that. I really can't."

"Not good enough," Lois said. She squeezed. The demon's eyes bulged. "Promise me. I want your word."

The demon's face turned red. Dark horns curled back from her brow. Her eyes turned pure white. "Woman, I can destroy you."

"And how do you think that's going to go for you, when Superman finds out?" Lois Lane said. The reporter's heart hammered against her chest. Her eyes searched that terrible face, which was still familiar for all that it was transformed. She could sense the conflict inside of the demon. "If you ever want to destroy this pussy ever again, you'll give me your word."

A being of pure and utter lust and evil...and I think I can change her, Lois thought wanly.

Blaze growled. There was a crunch as her hands bit through the wood of the bartop, crumbled it into splinters.

"I fear we will both regret this," the demon said at last. "Very well. I promise. On my word, on my name. I will be faithful...for as long as you will have me."

Lois smiled. She pressed her crotch forward, felt the warm heat of her girlfriend's balls against her pussy.

"Good. Now...lay some sugar on me, baby,"

She raised her lips. Blaze lowered her head, and their mouths met. Warmly, tenderly. The demon tasting her own cum.

How long such a relationship could last...well, that is another story.