Yes, And She's Spooning Her

She ran her hand down his chest. That familiar S-shield. Those hard abs. Her fingers caught in his belt. Lois panted, pussy burning. With a wrench, she pulled the tight red shorts down...and out popped a great scarlet schlong. Red as fresh blood, the balls dangling beneath completely hairless. The skin of the stomach was red too. Confused, Lois pushed the shirt up...and the skin underneath was all red, a slim womanly waist, rising into small, firm scarlet breasts with little pink nipples, and when she rolled the shirt over her face it caught on the horns, leaving just the lower half of the face exposed...dark red lips, a small forked tongue, a smile like it knew a secret...and almost without knowing what she was doing, Lois Lane leaned forward and pressed her mouth against that scarlet smile...

Like a cat, Lois awoke with a start, and knew herself instantly. The dream was already fading from her mind as she realized that she was in her own bed, on her left side, the lights out, the bit of city-light from the window giving her enough light to see by.

She was not alone.

A body curled around her, the heat from her body keeping the reporter warm despite the coolness of the apartment. Lois could hear and feel her breath on the back of her neck: they were sharing the same pillow. One arm was slung over her, hugging the reporter loosely from behind. Twin breasts pushed into her back, like warm little pillows. Overall she felt...good. That sore, relaxed feeling that she got with a good, hard fuck, a sensation so rare as to be almost forgotten these days. The only thing off was how sticky her full-feeling her pussy felt. Her pussy...

There was something still in the reporter's pussy. Hot and hard, it was almost like the demon had been fucking her mere moments ago, though judging by the beside clock Lois had been asleep for almost four hours. She scarcely dared to breathe, afraid any movement would wake her...guest? Lover?

She's spooning me, Lois thought, as she stared at the darkness. Blaze snored softly beside her. It had been a long time since anyone had held her like this. To wake up in someone else's arms was...

Get it together, Lane, the reporter told herself. She's a demon. She lied to you. Came here to fuck you and oh shit I'm not on the pill.

Biological urges were stirring inside the reporter, the reason for her sudden wakefulness. She realized with sudden intensity how badly she had to pee. Her thought went to the bathroom. There was an old box of Plan B in there...how old, she wasn't certain. Lois knew it expired, but still, just to be on the same side...but to get to it, she had to get out of bed.

Without waking Blaze.