Edging

Lois Lane pushed the demon onto the bed.

"Stroke your pathetic cock," the naked reporter ordered.

"It's not pathet..." Blaze protested, but Lois scooped up some of the black jizz from her thighs and flung it in the demon's eyes.

"Until you can bring a woman to orgasm without busting a nut yourself, it is pathetic! Now get hard and start stroking."

Sullenly, the demon began to stroke her cock, left-handed. Lois examined the technique, the crimson thumb and forefinger forming a circle, running up and down the shaft fast and hard.

"Slower," she said. "It's not a race. This is about stamina, not speed."

Obediently, Blaze went slower. The cock swiftly rose back into rigidity, head purple and swollen, veins near the surface thick, the balls hanging hairless and heavy below. Lois, standing in front of her, began to rub her own slit with one hand, caress her breasts with the other.

"Tell me when you get close," the reporter told the demonic dickgirl. Blaze grunted in reply.

Lois Lane didn't know what the refractory period was for a demon from the pit, but she was getting into a good rhythm rubbing her own cunt, watching the crimson cock quiver as Blaze's balls refilled, ready to cum again...

"I'm...almost..." The demon said.

"Stop!" Lois ordered. "Hands off cocks!"

The demon let go, the towering erection wobbling softly. The pretty red face locked in a grimace.

"I feel like I'm going to explode."

"It'll pass," Lois panted, slowing down herself, letting her climax recede. "Just think how good it'll feel when you're inside me."

The moment stretched out. The cock wasn't wilting at all, but after half a minute Lois could tell the demon had her breathing under control, the intensity of the moment having passed.

"Okay," the reporter said. "We're going to start again...slowly. I'll help this time. Tell me when you're about to pop."

Lois Lane turned around, backing her ass up until it was in Blaze's lap, her ass sliding up and down against the hard cock.

"You like that?" The reporter asked. "It feels good."

"Y-yes," Blaze murmured. "C-can I...touch..."

"Go ahead," Lois whispered, her fingers finding her pussy again. "Just let me know when you get close."

Warm, strong hands grasped the reporter's ass cheeks, squeezing them around the cock. Lois bit her lip, twerking faster, feeling those swollen balls slap against her labia whenever she descended. She could feel the demon's hips jerk, phantom fucking instincts going into play...and Lois could feel it herself, the excitement building, faster now...

"I'm...close..." The demon hissed.

Lois stood up then, drawing her hand away from her own pussy. The crimson cock below was throbbing, precum leaking out, a little dark but not cumming...not yet...

The reporter turned around. Her pussy was wet, dripping. The demonic dick was right there, so close.

"Just wait," Lois said. "You can hold it. Hold it..."