Blaze Cums, But She Doesn't Ejaculate

Pussy and ass tightened around the reporter's fingers until she thought her hand was going to break. Blaze screamed, body arching, balls tightening...but nothing emerged from the tip of the demon's cock. Lois stared at the rigid dick in consternation, wondering what was wrong with the succubus' scarlet shaft...

Blaze laughed.

"Foolish mortal! No technique you can muster will **** my mighty seed from me! I am daughter of one empowered by the gods themselves, no frail whore of Earth can...can..."

Lois Lane slipped her mouth over the head of the dick, tongue drilling at the piss-hole. She slid her fingers out of the demon's pussy and ass, and reached for the bottle of emergency lube she kept under the bed. The reporter sucked on the demon's dick with ruthless efficiency.

"...are you even listening to me? You can't make me cum against my will, Lois Lane! I will not grant you my seed until you ask me for it, until you bend over and beg me to spunk your fertile womb, so that I might have ultimate **** on...what the hell!? Stop that!"

The demon tried to sit up as she felt the reporter's hands against her pussy and ass. Fingers steepled, slathered to the forearm with lubricant, Lois Lane commenced a two-handed **** on the demon's pussy and ass at the same time.

Instinctively, the demon tried to tighten her holes, but Lois had already loosened the twin orifices up, and her fingers were plunging once more in Blaze's cunt and rectum. No gentle lover was Lois Lane tonight! The metaphorical kid gloves were often, and her three-pronged attack commenced with all the strength she could muster.

Too late, Blaze tried to close her legs, thighs slamming about the reporter's upper arms, but that still gave Lois plenty of play with which to twist and push, squeezing her hands deeper into the demon's holes. The demon's eyes began to glow a menacing red, black sparks shooting from her horns, claws reaching forward to rip the human woman from her.

Lois Lane's teeth clamped into the swollen, rubbery tip of the cock. A low growl sounded from the back of the reporter's throat, like a dog guarding its bone. The message to Blaze was clear: Mine.

The demon's face screwed up as she felt the reporter's knuckles stretching her asshole to new horizons, the tip of the reporter's index finger scraping against her g-spot as she sought to **** her whole hand into her pussy. Blaze had jumped out of the hot pot and into the fire of Lois Lane's lust...