Epilogue: Girlfriends

The night after, there was a knock at the door. It was exactly seven o'clock. Lois Lane, in a black dress and a thin see-through shawl and wonderbra, answered the door to let her new friend in.

Blaze—or Angelica, as she preferred in her human guise—seemed uncomfortable in her ripped black jeans and a sleeveless black t-shirt. Lois could see at a glance that she had no bra on, the nipples hard against the fabric, and she stomped into the room in black boots laced so that they made inverted crosses.

"So...I have answered your summons," the dark-haired dickgirl said, and then frowned.

"It's an invitation, not a summons. You've been around humans for centuries." Lois said as she pulled her in and closed the door. "You've seriously never been over to someone's house to have dinner and watch a movie?"

Blaze frowned. "I seduced a burgomeister's wife, and defiled her on the table during a feast once." She blinked. "Was that TMI?"

Lois snorted. "Not hardly. C'mon, chicken wings are ready. We're going to watch this classic, you'll love it."

The hot wings were fresh from the restaurant—Lois Lane couldn't cook to save her life—and she'd kept them in the oven. They had frosty mugs of milk instead of beer, and Blaze frowned at that, until the reporter reminded her that they might both be pregnant. Blaze frowned more at that.

"I could cast a divination spell," the demon muttered...but then Lois hit play. It was time to watch Al Pacino chew some scenery in The Devil's Advocate.

Together, on the couch. Well, more of a loveseat, really. Lois and Angelica ate their chicken wings and watched the screen. Every now and again, the reporter tossed a glance at Blaze, curious to see how engrossed the demon was in the movie. The gnawed bones piled up on the dish between them, and Blaze methodically broke the bones and sucked out the marrow. Lois noticed the real appetite the demon had, and wondered if Angelica was eating for two.

"'Tis like the tragedy of Dr. Faustus," the demon said, as she wiped spicy grease from her lips. She had lapsed into an older English. "Or maybe Blake. Yes, something of Blake. Better to reign in Hell..."

Watching her watch the film, Lois Lane recalculated her mental picture of Angelica Blaze. Maybe if you were an immortal demonic entity, you wouldn't want to watch human cinema at all. Not want to see yourself reflected through mortal eyes, shaped by their perceptions...and maybe you couldn't help but do just that. Like those mafia types who started patterning themselves after the Godfather films.

"She's ovulating...right now." Al Pacino said on screen.

Blaze was rapt. She was also hard. Lois could see the head of her cock as it strained against the brass button holding her jeans together.

Lois reached over and pulled at the button. Angelica hissed...and then sighed in relief as her cock popped free. Hard. Throbbing...Lois could actually see it twitch upward with every beat of Blaze's heart, an erotic metronome. A thin, grey precum had dribbled on her fingers, and instinctively, Lois brought them to her lips. Salty liquid. Maybe it was the hot wings that had burnt out her tastebuds, but she didn't find it bitter at all.

The reporter curled her hand around Blaze's dick. It felt good there. Seemed to be molded to fit her hand. Hot, warm, alive...Lois had missed having a boyfriend. She had never had a girlfriend before.

Slowly, as the film closed out the final moments of its drama, Lois began to work the shaft. Thumb and forefinger met, barely, behind the head. Her hand moved up and down, just over the glans and back again. Angelica rumbled in her throat, aware of what was happening but not sure what to do about it. Lois thought of the demon's pussy, down underneath, and wondered how hot and sweaty it was getting in those tight black jeans.

"So..." the demon said. "Now the film is over. Are we..." She turned to look Lois in the eyes. There was a question in that look, and once more Lois knew that the dickgirl had no idea how to proceed.

"That divination you were talking about," Lois said, her hand still teasing the demon's dick. "How fast & accurate is it?"

"Instantaneous, and foolproof, though it cannot predict a pregnancy that has not occurred, or if a miscarriage will occur. Not without a full horoscope. And it requires you to not have had sex for twenty-four hours."

"Hmm," the reporter rubbed the tip of her pinky finger against Blaze's piss-slit, coating it with pre-cum. "Maybe we'll try that after the next film."

"There is another?"

"Yes. This one is called Rosemary's Baby."

The reporter's heart fluttered a little in her breast as she policed away the bones and milk and turned on the second film. Angelica sat there on the couch, with her jeans open and her erection on display. A part of Lois had wondered if the demon would simply **** her, or at least try to have sex with her, but Blaze still seemed genuinely confused by the whole girlfriends situation...and, perhaps, really wanted to see the next movie.

Lois sat back down. Her right hand returned to its place on Blaze's cock. The film came on.

This time, there was no stroking. The demon's dick was harder than any that Lois had ever known. Lois shook with excitement as her precum-slick pinky played with the urethra...and then, the devil on her shoulder telling her to go for it, Lois paused and pressed the tip of the pinky down...

Blaze did not shift. She froze like a statue. Lois felt the lips of the urethra part as the fleshy part of her finger went in...and left it there, for a little while. The demon gave no sign of hurt or discomfort. As Rosemary came on screen, Lois pressed further...harder...

The reporter had seen men insert things into their urethras. She had been fascinated as the little stainless steel rods and silicone spacers had disappeared. Now, ignoring the film completely, Lois could not repress a shudder in her own pussy as the tip of her pinky slipped into the distended urethra.

"Does that hurt?" Lois asked.

"It is...strange," Angelica said. "Is this normal, for girlfriends?"

"No," Lois said, and licked her lips. "But there are certain...benefits."

Blaze frowned. Lois pulled her finger out of the demon's dick. The fleshy urethra looked a little swollen, redder, agitated. The reporter stood up and rolled up her skirt.

No panties for date night.

On the screen, Rosemary scratched bloody trails in a broad back. Lois planted her knees on the cushions on either side of Angelica. The sight of the reporter straddling her distracted Blaze from the movie.

"I'm not saying you can get me pregnant," Lois told her girlfriend as she sank down on the rigid dick. "But you can try..."

"I thought you wanted to try the divination spell?" Blaze said as the reporter's cunt engulfed her cock.

"Maybe next time," Lois Lane said, then crinkled her nose as she smiled. She told herself that she was doing this to show Blaze the meaning of friendship...but a part of her knew, this was quickly turning into something else.