End: "I...Don't Want To Share You"

Blaze paused. A little smile curled on those lips, a smile that Lois had never seen in the mirror. The reporter stood up and stepped out of the tub, advancing on her now-lookalike. Wet and naked, she didn't care about where she was getting water or how sore her pussy was or how weak her legs felt right now. She shivered as the cool air struck her wet skin, but she didn't stop until she plucked the phone out of Blaze's hand and set it on the dresser.

"I don't...not want to be with you," Lois swallowed hard, but **** herself to stare into Blaze's eyes—and the demon was still wearing the reporter's face, so it was like staring into a mirror. A living, breathing mirror.

"You are jealous," Blaze said, in Lois Lane's own voice. "Admit it."

The reporter's mouth became a firm line.

"I..." she began, stopped, started again. "If we're going to be together, I expect us to be monogamous."

"You don't want to fuck Superman?" Blaze challenged. "Or do you just not want me to fuck Superman?"

"I expect a bit of loyalty," Lois countered, and stabbed a wet finger into her doppelganger's chest.

"You love me," Blaze said...and finally, her body did that thing, parts of her seeming to rotate out of existence, so that once again the familiar dickgirl stood there, dark horns curling up from her brow, eyes pure white with no pupil or iris, body lean and lanky and spare. Her hands came down and grabbed the reporter's slick, soapy ass and pressed the naked reporter up against her, the demonic dick squeezed in between them, the heat of the scarlet balls pressed against the reporter's pussy.

"I..." Lois shook with emotions she couldn't name. She sagged into the demon's hug. "I don't hate you. I'm just...this is all happening so fast."

"Hmm. Okay, sweetmeat. We'll play it your way for now. I won't fuck anyone else but you." The demon took three steps backwards and sat down on the bed. She lifted Lois up just six or so inches, and Lois could feel the head of the cock slide against the top of her thighs as the demon tried to settle the reporter's aching pussy down on the prick once again.

"You want to fuck again? Really?" Lois said. "I'm really sore. I don't think I want to..."

With a little sigh, Blaze threaded the needle, the tip of her dick pressing against the pussy...and she lowered Lois down. The reporter's voice caught in her throat. Her pussy ached as the familiar cock buried itself in her cleft once again...but it wasn't a piercing pain. More like stretching after a long hike or a marathon. Her body began to shake as recent memories of frenzied pumping came back to her, unbidden. She settled into the demon's lap and the cock flexed once, and Lois could not hold back the moan as it pressed against those points inside of her that made her back arch and her toes curl.

"Again?" Blaze said. "No, not again. Never again. I only want to fuck you once, and that is always. Do you know in all my long, unholy life, this is as close as I have ever come to tasting the pleasures of heaven? I would damn myself to time and eternity to keep experiencing this. So do not worry Lois...I will not **** you to confront those feelings that flit about your brain, not yet. Perhaps one day you will cast me off, perhaps one day you shall tire of me. Or mayhap you will learn to embrace me, as I..." the demon halted, faltering, and then continued. "...as I embrace you. But until that time..."

She began to move. Hugging Lois close, the heat from her body chasing away the chill of the reporter's wet skin. Her hips moved back and forth, rocking together, keeping most of the cock inside of Lois Lane...and the reporter knew that she should stop this, that it was dangerous, that she could get pregnant if she wasn't already.

Yet she could not deny that this felt like something more than just sex. That she had spoken truly when she had told Blaze that she didn't want the demonic dickgirl to fuck anyone else...and Lois found, to her surprise, that there was no one she wanted to fuck her either. Not that her social calendar was exactly crowded...and it wasn't like she had anything official with Superman...she just...

"You're drifting off somewhere," Blaze said, her hands moving down to the reporter's ass, grabbing handfuls of the tight, wet buttocks. "But when you're fucking me, I want you to be fucking me. Not cloud-gathering."

Lois felt chagrined. "Sorry."

The reporter's hands came up to pull back a few stray strands of hair out of the devil's face, fingers brushing those horns. She stared down at those pure white eyes, the high red cheekbones. Her hands slid around the demon's neck, felt the tendons there like steel cables...and, to her surprise, buried where no one could see it, the small boney bumps of more horns, a line of them on either side of Blaze's skull.

She wondered how many people actually knew about those. How many Blaze had let get that close. The demon opened her mouth as though she wanted a kiss...and Lois Lane dipped her hand and pressed her mouth against hers.

Lois Lane didn't know what would happen. It didn't feel like her life could go back to what it had been before. She felt adrift, unsure, uneasy...but not unhappy. Not unfulfilled. Indeed, as Blaze's cock throbbed and flexed, and the couple rocked back and forth, Lois was pretty sure the crimson cock was filling her up quite full indeed.

As dawn came to Metropolis, and chased the last shadows of the night away, as Lois moaned, thighs shaking, her tired pussy pushed to its limit and beyond once again, the day in the big city seemed full of possibilities.

Maybe it wouldn't last. Maybe it wasn't love. How would they know, unless they gave it a chance?