Blaze Wants To See Those Titties Flop

The demon clambered on the bed, holding the limbless reporter under one arm like she would a giant teddy bear. Lois Lane sulked at her powerlessness. The worst part of it was, she had done this to herself. Her greed, her lust...she should have tried to work out a better deal. Now, all she could do was get fucked.

Which wasn't entirely unpleasant, she had to admit.

Blaze lay on her back in the middle of the bed, the reporter propped up with the demon's cock hotdogged between the cheeks of Lois Lane's ass.

"I'd tell you to hold on," the dickgirl grinned. "But..."

"Oh ha ha," Lois said sourly.

The demon lifted the reporter up and guided her pussy onto the head of her cock. Slowly lowered her down, watched Lois squirm as the thick cock slid uncomfortably deep inside of her. Until the reporter's pudenda touched the base of Blaze's dick, her body settling into the demon's lap.

"Now," Blaze said. "Let's see those titties bounce."

Hands holding onto the stumps of the reporter's thighs, Blaze began to thrust up. Top-heavy and unbalanced, Lois grit her teeth, feeling the head of the cock poke her deep. It was all she could do to keep upright, her spine and core getting a workout as Blaze let her hips rise and fall. The harder she thrust, the higher Lois went, until after a dozen or so thrusts the pounding would actually lift Lois up, pussy sliding two or three inches up the cock, breasts heaving, nipples rising up almost even with Lois Lane's eyes...and then she would fall again, gravity dragging her back down on that shaft, titties flapping against the reporter's ribs.

They got into a rhythm, the juggs jiggling in circular patterns by the steady pounding. Lois began to get used to the deep dicking. In fact, as long as the head of the cock wasn't impacting directly on her cervix, she found a breathless excitement growing inside of her. The travel of the cock was just enough to keep rubbing across that g-spot inside of her, and there was a pleasant "slap" whenever her buttocks fell on Blaze's balls, a fullness when the whole length of that thick dick rested inside her which Lois almost imagined she could get used to.

Blaze's eyes were focused on the trembling tits as those hypnotized, and Lois could feel the stiffness inside of her. The fucking took longer—some demonic refractory period—and Lois felt the sweat raised on her skin, droplets sliding down between her breasts, flicking off her hard nipples. They hung in her eyebrows and she wished she could wipe them off, but she had no arms, no hands...and could only endure it as the Satanic shemale clutched her legs tighter and began a series of short, fast, hard strokes that send the reporter's entire body to vibrating like a jackhammer.

The cum stung Lois wish when it hit the back of her womb, burning a little like acid, like that one time as a young woman she had stupidly taken a bet to pour Coca-Cola in her pussy. The intensity of the sensation almost approached pain, and she cried out...and then her scream hit a higher pitch as her spine tightened and buttocks fletched. Phantom nerves wanted to curl toes that weren't there as she came, and when Blaze finally settled back down to the bed, the sweaty reporter collapsed on top of her, wincing as she landed hard on her pillowy tits.