Epilogue: Bad Dick

Bursts of black semen shot out across the reporter's breasts. Potent demonic seed ran down across her stomach, forming a little pool in her belly button. The crimson cock, still hard, hovered over the reporter's crotch.

The egg-timer went off with a buzz.

"That is absolutely pathetic," Lois Lane growled, staring at the cock angrily. "You couldn't even last five minutes."

"At least I pulled out this time?" Blaze said, the scarlet succubus's voice weak and pitiful. For all her infernal power, it was clear who wore the pants in this relationship.

"Oh ha ha, very funny," Lois said deadpan. She pushed herself up, not even bothering to wipe off the cum. "If you really want to impregnate me, you're going to have to do better. And you know what that means."

The demon hung her horned head. Lois slid off the bed and grabbed the leather riding crop from the bedside table.

"Hands behind your back," the naked, cum-spattered reporter ordered. "Chin up. Take it like a dickgirl."

Obediently, the demon did as she was told. Shoulders back and chest out, her still-stiff dick stood proud over the sheets, a black drop of ebony jism welling at the swollen tip of her shaft.

Lois brought the crop up and then down.

SMACK!

"Bad dick!" the human woman cried, as the cock bobbed, a purple line now marking the center point.

SMACK!

"Bad dick!" The blow hit near the base, and Blaze stood stock-still.

SMACK!

"Bad dick!" The crop landed across the tip, and Blaze grunted, squirting a teaspoon of jizz out across the sheets. Lois growled in fury as she began to rain blows mercilessly on the demonic dick.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK...

"Bad bad bad bad bad dick!" The reporter shouted, frenzied now and working up a sweat, Blaze quivering, her cock spurting uncontrollably. Lois brought the crop down so hard that the stiff leather broke in the middle, and she tossed it aside.

"Dammit, Blaze! You said you wanted to get me pregnant, but you can't stop cumming before I do!"

The reporter was so tense and frustrated she was vibrating with barely-controlled lust and anger.

"Assume the position. Now!" The reporter growled the word in the tone of voice her father the general had used to get troops to charge over a wall on an obstacle course. Immediately, the demon lay down on the bed, mouth open, cock still twitching and occasionally spurting. Lois ignored it as she climbed onto Blaze's face, lowering her cunny down to the waiting tongue.

"My period is in two weeks," Lois said. She rubbed her pubic hair into the demon's nose. "I'm ovulating. I could have gotten pregnant today, but your cock isn't good enough. So we're going to do this every day for the next month. Until you can at least beat the egg-timer. Until then, you don't get to stick your dick into my pussy at all. Do you understand me?"

There was a muffled agreement, but Lois didn't care. She was grinding her crotch into the demon's face, letting the tongue slide up and down, twisting and twirling as it explored her depths. The cock, covered with purple bruises, was swiftly healing. Lois shivered at the thought of it. The tall thing, crusted as it was with rapidly-drying jizz, was a magnificent length and girth...it would have been perfect, except for Blaze's premature ejaculation problem.

"If you fuck this up again next month," Lois said with finality. "I'm going to have to take drastic measures."