End: Blaze Grinds To A Halt

The dickgirl stopped. Her cocks were plunged into the bound reporter to the base. Lois could feel Angelica's pulse through the throbbing dicks, and hoped that didn't mean that her partner was already cumming inside of her.

Angelica coughed. Lois couldn't see with the blindfold, but she could hear how hard that the dickgirl was breathing. Obviously, Blaze had been just on the verge of ejaculation when she had halted.

"So...you don't want me to cum inside you. Very well. It amuses me to honor such a request. Where do you want me to cum?"

Lois Lane blanked. A part of her couldn't actually believe that Blaze had halted. She was glad, obviously, but still surprised.

I must have gotten really far into this bondage roleplay, the reporter thought. For a moment there, I thought she'd crossed the line and was actually **** me! I'll have to give her something special...

"Please," Lois made her voice as plaintive as possible. "I want to taste it! I want you to cum in my mouth!"

The moment the words were out of her mouth, Lois regretted it. One of the cocks was in her ass, after all, and the reporter had never gone ass-to-mouth before...but she had already kept Angelica from cumming once, and it wouldn't be fair of her to blueball the dickgirl by going back on what she had said now.

Blaze, for her part, seemed perfectly content with this change of events. She slowly dismounted, pulling her cocks from the reporter's holes slowly and carefully. Lois felt the shift in the springs of the matress as the dickgirl moved to straddle Lois Lane's chest, and the smell that hit Lois as the cocks came toward her mouth was strong...though thankfully, there was nothing of shit. She was still clean down there.

Arms still handcuffed to the bed, all Lois could do was open her mouth as wide as she could. An invitation and a target all at once...and then the reporter felt thumbs grab the sides of her mouth and **** them open wider. The bound woman might have called out...but then two cockheads were pressed past her lips, her tongue sandwiched in between them.

They were real. That was surprising to Lois, somehow. She had half-suspected that one cock might be a toy or a strap-on, but once she had both dicks in her mouth she could tell they were flesh and blood...and that raised worrying questions about who, and what, Angelica Blaze might be...

...but now was not the time to answer such questions. The pent-up doubly-endowed dickgirl thrust the cockheads past Lois Lane's lips. She wasn't trying to fuck the reporter's throat, but the scent and taste of the double-cocks, and of her own pussy and ass, filled the reporter's mouth with a panoply of flavors. Earthy bitterness, salty sweat, weird cheese-like grime, a kind of stale urine odor pervading throughout...and yet there was a kind of **** eagerness as the cocks pumped hard and fast for a few seconds...and exploded.

The jizz was so hot, that for a moment Lois couldn't taste it. Twin streams of burning jizz shot from both hoses as Blaze shuddered and groaned. The dickgirl's hips pumped furiously, and Lois quickly realized that the load from each cock was too much to hold. She had to either spit or swallow.

She swallowed.

As the hot, runny goo was sucked down her esophagus, Lois could finally taste it. Bitter and salty, like any jizz she had ever had. It left a coating on the back of her tongue, and Lois coughed and swallowed, coughed again. Suddenly, Blaze released her head, pulled out her cocks. The reporter coughed some more. It felt like something had gone down the wrong pipe, a drop of steaming jizz had hit her lungs. The handcuffs jangled as Blaze undid the cuffs, and the reporter's arms came free. She brought her hand up to cough hard, once, twice...and felt something slimy come back up into her mouth. The reporter wasn't sure if it was semen or phlegm, or a mixture of the two.

Angelica pressed a bottle of water into her hand, and Lois gratefully raised it to her mouth and drank. This time, phlegm and cum slid back down the right way. With a sigh, Lois stripped off her blindfold...and saw that her lover's skin was blood red. A pair of cocks, swollen scarlet one-eyed serpents, lay spent and exhausted between her legs. The once-dark eyes were now pure white with no pupil or iris, and a pair of dark horns curled up from the brow.

"What," Lois asked. "The fuck?"

"Oh. Sorry, I was...um. Yeah, no point in hiding it now. I'm a demon."

Lois sipped her water. Her brain was working hard. "So, that explains the dick. Dicks."

"Yeah," the demon rubbed her palms on her scarlet thighs. "It's kind of hard to find women to be with when you're a literal demon."

The reporter raised an eyebrow. "I assume you've never tried to get a date on the internet. Or at a goth club. Or a heavy metal concert."

While Lois couldn't actually see Blaze roll her eyes, the demon tilted her head as if she was. "Okay, maybe I just didn't want to scare you off."

"So this whole thing was...what? To get in my pants?"

"Well...yeah. I mean, I thought you wanted to have sex."

"I did," Lois said...and almost felt surprised to hear herself say that. "But I mean...do you know anything about these women that have gone missing?"

They talked. Upstairs, the club continued on, busy as ever despite the lack of the bartender-cum-owner. Blaze did know what happened to the missing women, but claimed she had nothing to do with it.

"My brother has been as hard-up for companionship as I am," Angelica Blaze told her. "I assumed he'd just taken them home for a night's pleasure. But if he's up to something..."

"Can you take me to him?" Lois asked.

The demon gave Lois a wicked smile. "On one condition."

"You can't have my soul," the reporter said, automatically.

"I was thinking about a date. You, me...you like Italian? I know this nice little place..."

Lois Lane sighed. Her eyes fell to the demon's double dicks.

I am definitely going to have to renew my birth control.

"I like Italian," the reporter told her. "So, fine. I'll go out with you. But we find the missing women first, okay?"

"Of course, sweetmeat," Angelica Blaze seemed to go out of focus for a second, as if God had reached down and pinched the universe...and when Lois blinked it was back to normal, and the dickgirl had returned to her human form. Lois noticed that now she only had one cock.

"Where does the other one go, when you're...human?" Lois asked.

Blaze gave a Mona Lisa smile. "If the date goes well, maybe you'll find out."

Which was as good a promise as any for Lois Lane's night out to end on. There were still mysteries to solve...and Lois Lane knew she would solve them. Her investigation had taken an odd turn, but she had made progress. Sooner rather than later, she would find those missing women...and maybe a few other things.