End: Blaze Smiling

For all of their brief acquaintance, Angelica Blaze had oozed self-control, barely contained lust, and an air of secrecy. The reporter had been drawn in by her animal charisma and confidence, entranced as much by the possibilities of that big dick and the novelties of the bondage gear as she had been her mission to find the missing women. In all that time that Lois Lane had known Blaze, she had never been anything other than cool and connected...

...until now.

The smile on her face was not the smug Mona Lisa smile, not a leer or a disarming little grin. Angelica's white teeth shown, her lips pulled back as though she couldn't stop, her eyes were shut tight...and it was that smile that Lois Lane had so rarely seen on any human being.

Perfect contentment. Victory. Utter inner peace. As the fertile loads blew into the reporter's cunt and ass at once, Lois Lane saw that Angelica was achieving much more than the standard orgasm. This was a transcendental moment for her, a weight off her mind and soul, the completion of some life-changing goal.

It lasted only for a fleeting moment...and then she opened her eyes and caught Lois Lane staring.

The dickgirl actually blushed.

A deep crimson stain spread across both cheeks and crept over the ears, the dark eyes blinked, and so shocked as Angelica at being "found out" that she pulled out a little too far...and Lois Lane saw not one, but two cocks jutting out of her crotch.

"I can explain!" Angelica said.

Still handcuffed to the bed, the most the reporter could do was raise an eyebrow. She did so. The blush deepened a shade of red, and Lois Lane actually felt her heart flutter a little. She wondered if this was what it was like to fall in love. To see this supremely confident and sexy and mysterious shemale caught so off-guard and act so...human.

"I...uh...you didn't see my other cock because...because...it..."

"You grew another cock," Lois Lane finished for her.

The bound reporter kept her one eye focused on Blaze's, holding that gaze and trying to ignore what felt like a pint of hot jizz leaking out of both holes.

Angelica blinked first.

"Yeah."

"You're not human." Statement, not a question.

"I'm half human."

"And the other half?"

The doubly-endowed dickgirl raised a finger up to her wild dark hair and began to twirl it. A nervous habit, obviously. Lois recognized those signs from interviews. Her target was trying to distract themselves.

"Not...human." Angelica finished lamely.

Lois let her gaze soften a little, the lid drooping.

"Angie," she said quietly. "What happened to the four women that disappeared at this club over the last few weeks?"

The dickgirl didn't answer.

"Did you fuck them?"

Blaze stopped twirling her hair. She looked Lois in the eye.

"...yeah."

"Did you knock them up?"

"No. They all made me wear a condom."

"And what happened to them after that?"

Angie bit her lip. "This is going to sound bad."

"Tell me," Lois said...and even handcuffed to the bed, cum leaking out of her freshly fucked cunt as ass, the reporter projected all the seriousness and don't-give-me-any-shit-I-can-smell-a-lie attitude that had made her the Greatest Reporter at the Daily Planet.

"They're sucking cocks in Hell."

Lois Lane digested this sentence carefully. In a world of alien demigods and creatures of myth, the possibility that there might be some dimension or corner of the cosmos that might qualify as "Hell" and have cocks to fellate was not impossible. It did lead directly to the reporter's next question.

"Why?" she asked.

"Succubus internship," Blaze shrugged. "They weren't really happy with how their college careers were going, some tech geek sold her soul in Computer Science, and then these sexy coeds start showing up asking if they can get a high-paying job sucking cock and...after our, um, interview...I let them into our internship program. Down there."

Lois stuck out her lower lip as she considered that.

"They're okay?"

"Oh yeah, they have a real enthusiasm for it."

"And they'll be back?"

"It's an eight-month internship, unless one of them disregards the safety protocols and takes an unprotected cock up their...snatch..."

Angelica Blaze was still blushing. Lois decided she thought it was cute.

"I am not interviewing for an internship."

"Right..." Blaze let her shoulders sink, eyes downcast as she stared at the sperm-riddled slit before her.

"So when we're done, we're going to have a long talk about who and what you are, and how we're going to handle this pregnancy and what to name the babies and all that."

Blaze looked up, ears suddenly moving like a cat's. "We're not done?"

Lois Lane let herself smile. It wasn't quite the contented grin that had made her start to fall in love with Blaze.

"Oh no. I think you owe me several more orgasms...and maybe another couple of loads of jizz in my pussy, just to make sure I'm really knocked up."

The cocks, half-deflated, began to quiver back to life.

"You mean it?" Blaze said, suddenly hopeful.

"I'll be honest, I didn't start this evening looking to get fucked," Lois said. "I just wanted to find those missing women. Now that I've done that—and now that you've done me—I think I owe myself a little reward."

The reporter pulled herself as far forward as the handcuffs allowed. "And right now, I think the start of the perfect end to this evening is you kissing me while you stick at least one of those cocks back in my sticky cunt."

Angelica Blaze leaned down. Her mouth opened. One hand squeezed a dick and rubbed the stiffening head up and down the spunky trench. Lois opened her own mouth in welcome, let their tongues touch, just a little.

Co-Eds In Intensive Infernal Internship, the reporter thought to herself, trying out a title. Well, maybe we can workshop that.