Blaze Is Still Fucking Her When She Wakes Up

Erotic dreams had troubled Lois Lane often of late. She had put it down to her long dry spell between lovers, when she woke up with thighs sticky, body hot and sweaty beneath the covers. The images would normally fade quickly, but would all have that sort of dream-logic to them...friends and coworkers she had met throughout the day hung and horny as satyrs, snatches of stories she had been working on, bizarre segues that she never questioned at the time.

In this dream, she was getting plowed by a dark-haired devil with red skin and tiny, girlish tits. There was a cartoon quality to the fucking, the phallus impossibly large and pushing impossibly deep, her stomach bloated and sagging from the seed pumped into her. Lois was searching through a club for these missing women and the devil just kept fucking her, belly getting bigger and bigger until Lois had to carry it around with both hands, asking everyone if they had seen the missing women...

Lois Lane awoke before the dream ended properly. She blinked as she stared at the bottom of the card table from earlier. Her stomach hurt, and her pussy felt numb, but she could feel something moving in and out of it. Looking down the length of her body, she could see why.

Blaze was still fucking her.

Tongue lolling out of her mouth, those pure white eyes reduced to slits, the crimson cock was still a blur as it pounded in and out of the recumbent reporter's slit. Lois could feel herself laying in a sticky puddle, and twisted her neck to see a spreading black stain pooling from under her buttocks.

"How long was I out?" She croaked, throat feeling dry. "Have you been fucking me this entire time?"

The reporter's only answer was for Blaze to shove her cock in deep and shudder, whole body frozen in the moment. The pool beneath the reporter spread a little wider as fresh jizz **** the old cum out of her battered pussy.

Lois shook her head. This was getting past the point of ridiculous. Her hips ached, and she wasn't sure she could walk, but there had to be an end to this. Using her arms, the reporter grabbed the table legs and pulled herself off of the demon's cock, sliding on the pool of cum away from the still-spurting scarlet schlong.

Blaze pumped the air a few times before she realized her dick was no longer in the velvety folds of Lois Lane's snatch.

The reporter, by that time, had flipped onto her stomach and was crawling toward the door. Her stomach felt bloated, though nothing like the cartoon cum-inflated balloon belly of her dream, the details of which were thankfully fast-fading from her mind. Her legs, however, didn't want to cooperate with her. Lois had to drag herself along the floor by her arms.

She was making headway, too, when a pair of hands effortlessly lifted up her hips. The reporter hiss as the cock slid back home into her slit. The poor hole had been fucked raw, and Lois wasn't sure how much more she could take.

"Going somewhere, sweetmeat?" Blaze said from behind her.

"I have to pee," Lois told her.

"Not a problem," the devil thrust forward, and Lois awkwardly padded forward on her hands. It was like an obscene version of the wheelbarrow race from grade school. "I'll help. Bathroom is through the door and to the right."