Deny Her

"No, Lois Lane," the demon chuckled. Black sparks erupted from the devil's tits. "You and I will not cum until I decree."

The reporter shook in impotent need, her hips rolling, pounding her pussy on that cock. She was right there, right on the verge of cumming—and yet as hard as she fucked, as much as Blaze played with her tits, the orgasm would not come. It was enough to drive a normal woman mad.

"Why?" Lois huffed, watching the dark sparks disappear into her breasts. She could feel something there...a growing heat, almost a movement. A feeling began to steal over her like a fever, and as she looked down at where their gyrating hips joined, she could just make out black sparks fluttering over the pale skin between her belly button and clit. "What...are you doing to me?"

"Making a few preparations," the demon purred like a cat. Her horns scraped the headboard, leaving long scratches in the wood, splinters and sawdust falling down on Lois Lane's pillow. "You are too good, Lois, to be a one-time conquest. I want more than just to begat my bastard into you. You must offer me something more than just your cunt, your womb, one single solitary fuck. I want to own you...and while you consider that, I will make a few changes."

The reporter reached forward and grabbed the demon by the horns. She couldn't stop her lower body from rising and falling, the bed springs creaking alarmingly as she slammed herself down harder and harder on that cock, not caring what it felt like when the head hit the back of her womb. She needed more.

"What...what kind...of changes?" Lois struggled to get ahold of herself. Black lightning crawled up her arms where she grasped the horns, and the hands were going numb where they touched them.

"Enough to carry my seed. To bear it to term. To feed the child...and those sluts you wish so gallantly to save." Blaze said. "I will give you the baby you beg for...but you must offer me something...more."

More, Lois thought desperately, struggling to focus through the haze of lust. The demon's cock threatened to split her cunt in two, and the reporter had already begged her to spunk her womb, to knock her up...what more could any woman offer?

Except...my body, Lois thought. Or my soul.