Blaze Erupts As Lois Squirts Again

Ass in the air. Legs spread. Blaze's burning hands on the reporter's ankles. That massive prick plugging her ass. Sperm and piss swimming around in Lois Lane's distended abdomen. Bile and sulphur tickled the back of the reporter's throat. The reporter's tiny cock, limp and useless, dribbled a watery rivulet of pre-cum over the taut little belly. Lois panted, eyes wide, her whole body alive as never before.

"Do it," Lois begged, her will to resist broken, a willing participant in her own degradation. "Pour everything into me. Please."

"Pathetic," Blaze's lips twisted into a sneer. One hand released the reporter's left ankle so that the crimson fingers could flick the pathetic little prick that had replaced the reporter's pussy. "Look at this worthless excuse for a cock. I've seen bigger clits. I could crush these little balls with barely a thought."

Lois cried out as, working with one hand, the demon peeled the foreskin. The tip of the demon's nail pushed its way into the reporter's urethra, even as the hard cock in Lois Lane's ass stirred up the piss and jizz in the reporter's bowels.

"Pain," Blaze whispered. Two fingers trapped the reporter's clitty as a third, poised like a scorpion's stinger, pushed its way slowly into the tiny cock. "And pleasure. That's what makes me hard. Feeds me. Feeds my power..."

The reporter gasped. Her spine stiffened and her body arched out as the tip of the red finger **** its way into the tiny cock. The reporter's hole stretched far beyond what it was made for, the muscles in the rest of Lois Lane's body, contracted, even the over-stretched ring of muscle that now circled the base of Blaze's cock.

"That's the spirit," Blaze said with a dark laugh. Crimson knees bent, and Lois grabbed at the sheets as the cock plunged in and out of her ass. The demon's finger pushed in and out of the reporter's cockhole in time, a little deeper every time, the elastic flesh stretched further and further, far past the ability to tighten once again. Lois Lane shook against this dual ****, ass and cock being ruined beyond repair.

When, at last, Blaze grunted...when Lois felt that fresh hot flood of boiling seed burst deep into the piss-filled chasm that was once a tight, pert ass...when she felt the swollen scarlet balls pulse against her ass...Lois Lane's cock quivered around the scarlet finger that was buried inside it up to the knuckle, and rivulets of watery, worthless seed oozed out over the demon's hand.

With a grim smile, Blaze pulled her finger out of the broken cock...and stared at the gaping ruin she had made of Lois Lane's cocklet. The reporter groaned, eyes rolled into the back of her head, hiccuping and tasting piss and jizz in the back of her throat. The image of the degraded and transformed reporter with her gut full of piss and her broken sissy cock stirred Blaze's imagination...and it gave her a terrible idea.