End: Blaze Can Fuck Lois Lane's Ass Right Now

"If you fuck my ass right now," Lois Lane whispered in Blaze's ear. "I'm going to count it as an engagement present."

The demon took the reporter's left hand in hers...and when she moved them again, a dark metal band was on Lois Lane's hand, tipped with a black diamond...

"How do you want to do this?" Blaze said.

"I want to be on top."

So Angelica Blaze lay on the carpet. With both hands at the base of her dick, she directed her erection so that the crimson cock was pointing at the ceiling. The towering prick was greasy and thoroughly lubed to ease penetration. The pregnant reporter hovered over it like the alien mothership moving into position above some tall building. One hand reached down to touch the purple glans...just to help direct herself as she squatted down, lower and lower...until it just touched her pucker.

"You know I wouldn't do this for just anyone," Lois said, as she began to sit on the dick.

"Think of it as practice," Blaze said back. "In a few months, when you're too big to walk, I'll fuck your ass every day."

"Promises, promises...ah!"

The head of the dick was in. Lois froze, her asshole squeezing tight against the intruder as though to expel it...but a moment later, she **** herself to breathe. Leaning backward, balanced on her heels, she began to slide down...

It wasn't as easy as the pornstars made it look. More than once, Lois Lane had to pause on her long slide down the crimson pole. Being on top helped; she could use her weight when the combination of her tight sphincter and the thickness of Blaze's scarlet schlong halted further progress. Yet no matter how much cock she stuffed up her ass, it seemed like there was more left...and Lois wondered if it would stab straight up into her stomach.

Then she felt the demonic dickgirl's warm skin brush her ass cheeks, and her fingers that had been guiding her way felt the taut, hairless balls dangling beneath. Lois let out a breath she had been holding. It was all in.

"You're...amazingly...tight," Blaze said, staring at the reporter nestled atop of her. "I'm not going to last long."

"You'll last long enough," Lois said, her purple eyes flashing, lips curled in a smile. "Because I'm just getting started."

The pregnant reporter leaned back, hands behind her on the floor. With four points of contact, it was easier for her to move...like doing a reverse push-up, except every time she moved she was sliding up and dock that crimson cock. Up and down, down and up, the lubricated dick holding her quivering asshole open, and Lois Lane could scarcely process how this made her feel. It didn't hurt now, though there was a slight burning around her asshole. Now that she'd gotten the whole thing inside of her, and gotten past the immediate urge to squeeze it out, it just felt...well, like something up her ass. Lois remembered what it had been like when she was a virgin, getting a dick for the first time...and it was a bit like that, the getting used to having someone else inside of you.

Of course now, the reporter thought of the twelve embryos in her uterus. I've got a lot of someone elses inside of me!

Blaze reached forward...and one red thumb rubbed against the reporter's clit. Lois let out a little moan. She began to move faster, letting her weight drop more heavily on the way down, putting more energy into sliding up, though never to the point that the cock popped out of her asshole. No, she wanted it in there...and the heat began to build in her asshole, and she started to squeeze a little on the way up, and now it was Blaze that was moaning, the crimson hips shifting on the floor, and Lois knew that next time Blaze would want to be the one on top, controlling the pace...and maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Lois Lane's thighs and biceps were getting tired when Blaze erupted. The reporter gasped as the hot spunk flooded her asshole, so much more than she thought. It was like getting a sperm enema, the **** and heat of the splooge unexpected against her sensitive rectum...and as Lois Lane settled back down on the dick, she squeezed her butthole hard, trying to milk out every drop.

"Stay like that," Blaze said, voice husky. The demon had risen up onto her left elbow, the right hand rubbing harder at Lois Lane's clit. "I want you to cum just like that, with my cock in your ass..."

The gravid reporter wasn't going to say no to that.

The human woman observed Blaze as the demon worked at her clit with a single-minded devotion. A part of her was surprised at how tender her emotions felt just at that moment. This whole night had been a wild ride of sex, magic, and life-changing decisions. It didn't feel real...like a dream that the real Lois Lane was having, back in her apartment, passed out before she could ever make it to the club.

For just a moment, Lois Lane wondered which of them was real—the pregnant woman with a demon's cock up her ass, or the lonely reporter that hadn't had sex in months, hoping Superman would save her day and she could reward him with her pussy?

Then her hips were bucking. Hot cunt-juice sprayed from the reporter's spasming quim, all over the demon's hand and abdomen, Lois Lane squirting uncontrollably, arms and legs shaking and barely able to keep her from falling over backwards, her ass squeezing so tight that she could feel the hot cum in her rectum slowly **** out to drip down over her fiance's big red balls...

...and Lois Lane knew that there was nowhere else, and no one else, she'd rather be. Some other Lois Lane on some other night out might have turned right instead of left...made some different decision, and ended up somewhere else...but this Lois Lane was pregnant and fucked and happy about it.

"We are definitely," she said, as the climax subsided. "Doing this again."

"Whenever you wish," Blaze promised. Then she hesitated and added. "My love."

Lois Lane smiled so wide that her cheeks hurt. This night out had turned out better than she could have hoped.