End: Lois Does Enjoy It

Her ass ached. Lois couldn't even close it. Each thrust of the demon's dick sent another squirt of foul water shooting out of her...and after a while, even then stopped. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter felt drained, empty, her gross butthole swollen and fucked raw, dripping slowly...but it wasn't her ass that Blaze was fucking now.

It was her pussy.

The dickgirl's cock pushed into the reporter's cunny like she wanted to remember the size and shape of her dick. The long, dark tongue lolled out of the mouth, dripping saliva into Lois Lane's mouth, drizzling it across her face and chest, then curling over a nipple as Blaze dipped down to lick, suck, and slurp. All without letting up on the driving, pounding pussy-fuck, which was broken only when Blaze would sometimes pause, her dick entirely within the reporter, to grind and swirl her hips so that the swollen head of her crimson cock could stir up the Lois Lane's innermost reaches.

Maybe if it had just been Blaze sticking her dick in, Lois could have ignored it. Pretended she was back in college, letting some linebacker plow her field. There had been a time in her life when she had liked to just let someone plug away at her cunt, like a mechanical bull, so that she could push other thoughts out of her mind for a while. The problem was that it always got boring, tiresome; penetration alone never got her off, and eventually she'd get tired of the ceaseless pronging...if the boys ever lasted long enough, which was seldom the case.

Except the demon knew that. Knew all of her weak spots. It was like she could read the reporter's mind. One hand reaching down to play with Lois's clit while the other groped her tit, a tongue licking her armpit while she pressed her thumb between the reporter's lips to suck on. Her fingers raked down Lois Lane's body, just like the reporter liked; scratched her thighs and massaged her ass, and despite Lois trying to fight it she could feel her body responding.

Her nipples were first. The tiny pink buds swelled and stiffened beneath the demon's ministrations. Then her clit, the nub of flesh growing inside its cave until Blaze could rub it with the base of her thumb. Against her will, Lois felt her body twitchy, instinctively trying to move to meet Blaze's thrusts. The heat built inside her body, until she was gasping and panting as though from a fever, and the demon's claws drew sweaty tracks on her skin.

Even her ass, aching and violated, began to squeeze in sympathy as the crimson cock plunged over and over into her burning cunt, as though it missed the feel of the hard shaft sliding in and out, in and out, over and over, all of her thoughts drifting away except for the endless pumping...

Until at last when Blaze slid her tongue into her mouth again, Lois felt her lips close on the dark muscle and suck it. Her toes curled and her hips rose, angling to let the demon hit just the right spot on the way in and the way out. The hot juices from her cunt streamed down her taint and over her ravaged asshole, which squeezed in sympathy as her buttocks flexed, and Lois Lane no longer tried to hide the little animal moans that escaped from her mouth. She was past the point of surrender, and what little strength she had left in her body after her ordeal went into heightening her pleasure, to reach that end that she could feel rising within her.

Blaze matched this brief spurt of passion. Her thrusts grew quicker and more eager, her claws scraped a little harder, never enough to break the skin, but to leave long pink lines behind, and her teeth nibbled on those exquisitely sensitive nipples, until...Lois Lane could hold back no more.

Her back arched and heaved, thrusting her breasts into the air. The reporter's ass squeezed as hard as it could, pussy clamping down on the rapidly pistoning prick that was driving her to the point of climax, toes curling until she thought her feet would break, hands clawing at the filthy tile impotently and she cried out, as an electric pulse seemed to convulse through her entire body, muscles squeezing together all at once, until it choked out even her scream and Lois couldn't even breathe.

That was when she felt Blaze cum.

The demon pushed deep inside of her, deeper than ever before, deeper than Lois knew any prick could reach. Virgin territory inside a cunt that had long since ceased to know virginity, but the memory flooded back know as a terrible tightness and momentary burst of pain deep within told her that Blaze had traveled a rode no one had before...and she could actually feel the white-hot eruption within her, like a hail of tiny bullets against her womb, pounding against her cervix as rope after sticky rope shot forth with the **** of a geyser, flooding her hot cunt with a liquid heat that seemed to scald her insides and leave a vast warmth to flood through her belly, like the aftermath of a long day at the beach.

Then, for the first time, Blaze kissed her gently on the forehead.

"When you wish to feel this again," the demon said. "You may find me here."

Lois Lane lay there, after the demon pulled out. Her clothes were piled beside her. Black jizz and a thin trickle of blood oozed from her well-used holes, down the drain. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter wanted to spit some defiant reply to the retreating demon: that she wouldn't be back here again, that this was a one-time deal, that she was not a slut to offer her cunt or ass up again for such ****...

...but the reporter bit back that reply. It died unspoken. For while Lois Lane knew that this night out was effectively over, and that it must be dawn soon...she knew too that there would be others.