End: Grow Another Cock And Fuck Lois In The Ass

As Lois Lane remained unresponsive, Blaze moved, slipping off the bed, the reporter's ass and pussy hanging off the edge. Lois, lost in her own dismal thoughts, didn't care. It didn't matter to her how she was fucked. To the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, her life was effectively over, her reputation in shreds, her...

Something poked against the reporter's ass. Lois blinked. Blaze hand slipped the reporter's ankles up over the demon's own shoulders, her cock throbbed deep inside the reporter's cream-filled pussy. Yet Lois could feel something pressing, rather insistently now, against her anus. The reporter's violet eyes found the scarlet succubus' smirking face.

"Ah, sweetmeat...I don't think you understand the erotic possibilities of being the consort of the Queen of Hell," Blaze said. A black arc of electricity ran between the dark horns like a Jacob's ladder.

"Consort?" Lois Lane said, her curiosity piqued. The pressure on her asshole was growing. Instinctively, Lois squeezed her muscles against it.

"Of course," Blaze turned her head to kiss Lois Lane's foot. "You carry my child. My heir. Did you think I would abandon you so readily? The other women, they mean nothing to me...but you, Lois. Ah, I will never tire of this pussy, this ass. No, I will be with you for every step of this pregnancy...and beyond. You will want for nothing...and I will do my utmost to see that you filled and fulfilled throughout."

Lois Lane's response was cut off as against the terrible pressure, her anus gave way, and the tip of Blaze's second cock penetrated her ass. The reporter gave a brief exclamation of pain...and the demon paused, holding it there as Lois got used to the new sensation.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Lois Lane said.

Blaze chuckled. "Of course, sweetmeat. All your life, you have repressed your sexual desires. Hasn't there been any position, any experience you have desired but never been able to satisfy? Any kink you wished to try? Come now...be not shy. Let us together fill your sexual bucket list."

Despite herself, Lois was intrigued...but she was also stubborn. The grey pall still clung to the edges of her mind. Worries, regrets, recriminations.

"But...my life...my work...once people know I'm pregnant..." Lois said.

"Yes, a professional woman has never shown up pregnant before. I'm sure together we might come up with a suitable cover story...who knows? Perhaps in a few months you might convince me to make you my bride..." The demon said it as though the thought had just come to mind...but she saw Lois seize on it, the grey thoughts receding. Marriage meant respectability, legitimization. It could save her precious reputation.

The cocks pushed forward in the reporter's cunt and as. Lois Lane gasped, unused to such double penetrations. Pain and pleasure married inside of her.

"I know it's uncomfortable at first," Blaze said. "But you will grow to enjoy it. And next, we can do something you like..."

Which was how Lois Lane's night came to an end, Lois Lane's despair slowly receding as Blaze tempted her deeper and deeper into bondage, the demon's cocks slowly pounding both tight holes, stirring Lois up inside. It was amazing how mortals would cling to hope, and to what depths they would **** themselves to protect their wounded pride.