End: A Cuddle, A Kiss, & A Promise

Dawn broke over Metropolis, slowly burning away the nighttime fog. Lois Lane lay in her lover's arms, her pussy an absolute mess. It throbbed, raw and painful, but in a way Lois was oddly proud. Like her cunny had just finished a marathon. Never in her life had she met any lover that would keep hard so long...and kept cumming and cumming, even though it was longer and longer between each ejaculation. Near the end, the two of them had both been exhausted, at their limit, yet insatiable...

Lois snuggled into Angelica's arms and raised her head to kiss the dickgirl's lips. Angelica held the reporter tight. The reporter reached down and wrapped her hand against the soft cock, to give it a friendly squeeze...and Blaze hissed in unfeigned pain as a watery drop oozed out of the tip of her prick...but it didn't harden at all.

The fun, and Lois Lane's night out, was over.

Angelica dressed, not even bothering to shower. Lois made coffee, not bothering to dress. In other circumstances, she would have felt ridiculous standing there in her own kitchen, buck naked and with what felt like a pint of cum oozing down her legs...but then Blaze came and hugged her from behind, her hot lips pressed against the reporter's neck.

"We should do this again sometime," Lois said.

"Only if I get to cum in you again," Blaze said mischeviously, as she kissed the naked reporter's shoulder.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Lois shot back. "I told you, you can't knock me up while I have my IUD in."

"Doesn't mean I can't enjoy trying," Blaze rubbed her palm over the reporter's flat stomach for emphasis. "But seriously...what about dinner? Two days? I can pick you up here, we can go somewhere casual...talk, eat..."

"You just want me riding your cock so you can dump another load of jizz in my cunt," Lois said, blushing a little at her language.

The dickgirl's hands shift up to gently heft the reporter's small breasts.

"Among other things," Blaze admitted.

"Hmmph," Lois Lane grunted. Then she looked thoughtful for a moment, as the pleasant mood passed, and when she spoke again it was very serious.

"Promise me, if we take this any further, that it's just us. If we're in a relationship beyond tonight, neither of us will have sex with anyone else. I don't want to have to worry about you catching a disease in the gloryhole or showing up with some other girlfriend."

"No other girlfriends, or boyfriends, or anything else," Blaze's thumbs and forefingers found the reporter's nipples. "I'll be true to you, if you're true to me. I promise. You have the word of Blaze."

Lois felt some of the tension ease at that. Blaze sounded like she meant it. She stared down as the dickgirl started to gently tug at her nipples.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Thinking about how if you were pregnant, we could have milk with our coffee," Blaze said.

"You're so bad!" Lois laughed.

The reporter couldn't see the dickgirl's smile...or the IUD that had been discreetly tucked into the demon's right front pocket. Blaze thought of all of her sperm swimming around inside the reporter's pussy, all the orgasms Lois had, each one increasing the chances of pregnancy just a little bit...but, these things could take time. If Blaze really wanted to knock her up, she'd best save up her sperm and give it to Lois extra hard next time.

"Absolutely wicked," Blaze whispered as she kissed Lois Lane's neck once again, sucking hard to leave a hickey that would have all the ladies in the Daily Planet offices tittering.