Epilogue: Cancun

"...and I woke up naked in this hotel room, and I had like four thousand dollars cash, and the first thing I thought was 'oh God, not again,' and then I turned on the TV, and everything was in Spanish..."

Lois Lane nodded, her smartphone recording the whole interview for later. It was the same story as with the other three. A wild night, and a sudden Southern vacation.

"I'll be honest though, I met this woman, Talia? And she's like super rich, and so smart, and she wants to take me out to this island..." The blonde woman bit her lip. "Like, I don't know if it'll go anywhere, but she seriously makes me think of batting for the other team, you know?"

The reporter smiled. "I think I might."

Later, Lois and Blaze walked along the beach. The moon rose over the Gulf, casting a path on the dark waters. It was still hot, even at this time of night. Sultry. Here and there late-night partiers were gathered around fires, splashing into the waves, trying to play volleyball by moonlight, swimming in the dark.

"Did you get what you came for?" The demon asked. Angelica Blaze wore her human guise, and over that a two-piece bikini and a sarong, feet bare in the sand. Lois had rolled up her pants to the knee, shirt unbuttoned so the breeze could catch the sweat on her chest.

"Almost," the reporter said. There was more than enough material for the article. No sign of human trafficking, just four Metropolis University students who had gotten drunk and ended up down in Mexico. A very old story, but there were twists and turns enough for a human interest piece. Mara de la Cruz had reconnected with family in the city. Tonya Wong had used the money to invest in a lemonade stand. Jenny Dunlap and her mysterious lover. Diana Reynolds and her burgeoning pornographic career. None of them knew when they were going back to Metropolis.

Maybe never.

A part of Lois could understand it. There was beauty here. Fun. Good people. Danger, too, if that was your thing. Yet Lois knew it wasn't home to her. Someplace to visit, to enjoy, and then leave. Taking with her only memories.

And perhaps...a souvenir.

The moon rose high over the sea at midnight. They had walked far, to where the sands gave way to the rocks of a breakwater. No one around. Just them and the sea, the night and the moon.

"Show me," Lois whispered...and in the moonlight the olive skin turned a dark, ruddy color. Dark horns graced that brow with all the honor of a crown. The features were sharper, the body slimmer, tighter. Puffy nipples poked little hills on the bikini top covering the almost flat breasts, and as Blaze took off her sarong, the cock popped free of the bikini bottom...rude, animalistic, hanging between her legs terminally erect, like the dick of some ancient satyr of legend.

The reporter took off her pants. It felt so weird to be naked in the open air like this, where anybody might see...but there was nobody around. Not nearby, at least.

Blaze sank to the ground, her bare ass on the sarong, the cock curving upwards...and Lois eased herself down onto it. The demon's pure white eyes seemed to glow, or perhaps they simply reflected the moonlight.

"Witches would come out, on the Esbat," Blaze whispered. "To escape the strictures of their ordinary lives and lay with the devil. To learn spells and dark wisdom."

"It's not spells and wisdom I want," Lois said soberly. She reached down to touch the hot, stiff shaft. Ran her hand up to the head and lowered herself down, guiding it into her cunny.

"What would Superman say?"

"He doesn't own me," Lois huffed. She stared into the demon's eyes as she lowered herself down, grunting softly, spreading her legs a little to ease the angle. Sometimes just getting your bits lined up was hard enough, but the feel of a cock inside of her was welcome...so welcome...

The reporter pulled off Blaze's top. Her fingers groped at the breasts, squeezing the puffy nipples between her fingers.

She had realized what it was, earlier. The desire she felt for Blaze. It was the relief at being chased, instead of chasing. Of not having to be the one that constantly put herself out there, trying to get with Superman. It was nice to have someone that wanted her, that would put thought and effort into getting her, having her...and when they were together, and Blaze's hands slid around to cup the reporter's ass and hold her tight, it felt to Lois like she was the only one in the world.

"What do you want?" Angelica's voice with its strange accent seemed to fit the exotic location. At another time, Lois would have hated the fishy smell of the beach, the lap of the waves at her toes, imagined the sand mites crawling all over them. Right now though, it seemed so simple.

"What you want," Lois slid a hand to her stomach. "A baby."

If the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter didn't think Blaze could get any harder...she soon found that she was wrong.

Maybe it was the heat of the night that drove them into the silent frenzy of fucking that followed. Lois bucked and rutted, her hips slamming down, taking Blaze as deep as she could. The demon's nails dug into the soft skin of her ass, left red trails along her back. The hips rose to meet Lois as she descended, the stiff tip of the prick poking, sometimes, too deep, so that Lois would hiss in pain and discomfort...but neither of them stopped. Neither of them thought of stopping. They were lost in the moment, the ****, palpable need, bodies and hearts in synchronized movement, and when Blaze began to cum Lois squeezed and squeezed her cunt, slamming it down and holding it there as she sought to take all that virile cum inside her fertile womb...

Blaze rolled her onto her back, ass in the air. Letting the jizz soak in as her lips found the reporter's clit. Lois grabbed onto the horns, her hips riding on Blaze's shoulders, back into the sand as the dickgirl sucked her clit until the reporter cried out, small and lost and uninhibited, toys curling and hands white-knuckle on the dark bony spikes...and Blaze wasn't yet done.

Lois imagined the tip of the demon's cock, limp and spent, dragging in the sand. As the lapping tongue ran up and down her inner labia, the reporter could see it in her mind's eye, growing taught again. The slimy tip covered with a coating of sand. And as Blaze raised herself up, Lois could actually feel the grit on her pussy lips...but she was too excited to care.

"Urrrgh," Lois bit her lips as the sand-coated cocktip slid inside of her pussy. She shivered, not entirely in pleasure, at the hard little bits that scraped against her sensitive insides. It was terrible, and wonderful. The cock plunged forward and Lois moaned as the sticky little bits rubbed her raw, and it pulled back and Lois wanted to scream as the sand slid into her little folds, irritating and itchy.

"Angie...I've got...sand in my cunt," Lois managed as Blaze pushed forward.

"Just...just a minute," Blaze grunted, and Lois saw the pain in her face too, and the desperation. She realized that the sand must be getting caught up behind her glans, rubbing the demon's cock raw just as it was the reporter's pussy. "I need...I need to..."

Lois's palms were sweaty. The horns were slick with it. She could feel the liquid heat inside of her, the need.

"Yeah," she said. "Just...cum quick. Give me a baby. Knock me up."

Blaze drove forward. Something beyond the pain was driving them. Lois Lane's heart punded in her chest, excited and scared and driven to fuck like nothing she had experienced since she had discovered the sex for the first time. The demon slammed her cock home, and Blaze felt that terrible strength, that could easily rip her in two...and then, in only a few minutes, another hot splash of wetness that seemed to hit right up against her cervix, almost scalding in its intensity.

They collapsed into the sand, and Angie rolled off of her. Lois reached down, until her fingers found the sticky jizz slowly leaking out of her cunny...and wondered how she would ever get all the sand out.

"Was this worth the trip to Cancun?" Blaze said, when she caught her breath again.

They stared up at the moon.

"I'll let you know," Lois said. "In a few weeks."