"I Want More"

Panting, muscles aching, brain feeling shaken and loose inside her skull, Lois Lane knew only one thing—she wanted to feel like that again. In all of her life, she had never been fucked so hard, so fast, so...so...so completely. Even now she could feel how sore her cervix was, as if trying desperately to shovel cum into her uterus.

The reporter punctuated her comment by reaching up and grabbing Blaze's face, drawing her into a long, deep kiss. Her lips fastened on that tongue and sucked it into her mouth, her pussy squelched lewdly as she wrapped her legs tighter around Blaze, her hands hugged the dickgirl close. They shared a long, hot breath between them, and Lois felt as if she couldn't get enough of her new lover inside of her.

"As you wish," Blaze's lips pressed on the reporter's eyelids. "Now turn over, bitch. I want to fuck your cunt even deeper."

Panting in anticipation, Lois and Blaze slightly disentangled. Lois thought that she would be on her knees, but instead the scarlet succubus grabbed her thighs and held them out, sliding her cum-slick dick deep inside the reporter's quivering quim. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter, meanwhile, was grabbing the headboard of the bed, holding herself suspended up parallel to the mattress, her little tits hanging below her.

"Oh yes," Blaze said, giving a test stroke, watching her scarlet schlong slide easily in and out of the woman's cunny. "This is lovely."

"Don't fucking tease me." Lois said. She could feel herself supporting the upper weight of her body in her arms, and wondered how long she could maintain this position.

All fucking night if I have to, she thought. All FUCKING night.

Then Blaze began again. No foreplay this time, no ramping up. She went from zero to jackhammer immediately. And as Lois grit her teeth and her grip on the headboard turned into a white-knuckle **** cling for life, she was aware of one immediate difference:

It was deeper.

Before, she had felt the demon's sperm hit her sensitive cervix like a jet of hot water hitting her more sacred spot. Now it was the cock itself that was coming dangerously near to kissing her cervix every time it thrust forward, and the whisper of potential conflict added a sense of danger that had been missing before. Lois knew how uncomfortable it was to have a cock barrel headlong into the back of her pussy, but now she swore that the demonic dick was curving inside of her, angled upwards, that swollen head barrelling forward like a battering ram and intent on pressing right up against the mouth of her womb and spewing its potent load of demon spunk straight through.

The image of that clung to Lois even as she felt the pleasure build inside of her again—and Lois Lane, who had never been multi-orgasmic in her life, wondered what it was about this cock in her cunt that was making her so excited. What combination of chemistry, biology, and just plain taboo-breaking baby-making Satanic sex was driving her to such unnatural heights of desire.

Then Blaze went faster, her cock seemed to swell, and Lois Lane stopped thinking at all.

Her mouth burbled a constant stream of sexual nonsense, pleading for Satan to destroy her cunt, pledging her womb to Blaze, promising to have her babies forever, until even those pillow-talk blasphemies descended into animal grunts and mewls as the fire in her cunt seemed to expand and consume her entire pelvis. Her hips ached, toes curled so tight they couldn't unclench and her arches threatened to snap, fingernails digging into the headboard, spittle frothing and falling from lips as she could do nothing but give out a single groaning ululation from deep inside her chest.

Something happened. Some bright point of pain that caused her eyes to snap open and head to throw back, spine arching, arms stiff, buttocks clenching. It was too complex a sensation to analyze, and yet she felt as if something pierced her straight to the core and filled her to the brim and Blaze was grunting like an engine, holding onto Lois as if she were a life preserver in a storm-tossed ocean...

...and Lois Lane lived in that moment for a time beyond her reckoning.

Yet there is a limit even to the endurance of human flesh.

Lois Lane's arms gave out, and she collapsed tits-first onto the bed, bounced once, and her upper body lay still, Blaze still holding her lower half flush with her crotch.

"Is that enough?" Blaze huffed, her fingers clamped tight against the reporter's slick thighs. "Or do you still want more?"

Turning her head to the side, heart hammering like an engine, Lois managed a few words through her dry lips.