End: Lois Enjoys It A Little Too Much

The moment came. The exhausted, defeated reporter lay helpless on the floor. Water oozed out of her asshole, which couldn't even close properly. Blazeguided her cock down to the reporter's pussy. Her conquest would be swift and total. In the end, despite all her willpower, Lois Lane had been broken as easily as any other mortal bitch.

Except...

When the head of that swollen scarlet cock pushed through the reporter's labia. When it squeezed into her snug little fuckhole, stretching the pink walls around the crimson cock. As the rigid, rubbery glans scraped against her g-spot...something triggered inside Lois Lane. Something that had been sleeping, dormant, pushed deep down inside of herself, the part of her that she never allowed out.

The part of her that she had been saving so long for Superman, and now forever sullied by the demonic dick that sought to violate her.

Her legs scissored open and clamped tight, locking behind the demon's ass and preventing her from pulling out. Lois Lane's hands clamped around the demon's throat, thumbs pressing into her neck, and with a surge of fanatical strength the reporter pulled herself up...and to the demon's vast surprise, the reporter's lips locked around hers, the mortal's tongue pushing past her teeth, tasting her spit.

Taken aback at this turn of events, Blaze was completely unprepared when Lois began humping her, the lower body rhythmically rising and falling, grinding against the demon's crotch, the cock pushed back and forth over the reporter's g-spot.

Too late, danger registered. Scarlet arms reached up to grab at Lois Lane's arms, to pull her hands away, but Lois Lane held on with the strength of one possessed. Blaze could not know the aching tiredness within the reporter's body, but she felt the mortal muscles tremble on the verge of collapse, giving it their all as they slammed the cunt home over and over again, **** to milk the black seed out of the demon's prick, to cum, to breed...and there was no way, by strength alone, to dislodge the reporter without damaging her.

Lois sucked the air from the demon's lungs. Her thumbs obstructed the flow of blood to the demon's brain, choked the airway. Blaze's heart sped up, sensing the danger as darkness closed in on her vision. prepared to rip the reporter off her, gasp for breath, and then shag Lois Lane to little pieces. She would have done it too...

Except right then and there, Blaze came. All the seed she had been holding in burst forth like a torrent in the reporter's womb, and despite her hands being rigid as claws, the reporter's entire body clenched tighter, Lois screaming in pain and pleasure into the demon's mouth as every muscle on both of their bodies seemed to contract at once.

There was a sudden spike in the demon's brain...and the darkness closed in.

Her head hung limp, body collapsing into an uncoordinated pile, her crimson cock still spurting inside of Lois Lane as the reporter rode the demon to the ground.

In a few moments, Lois came to herself, and pulled her hands from the demon's throat. There were raw wounds leaking purple ichor from Blaze's wounded neck, and the reporter's hands were stained with the blood. The **** demon wheezed as air was drawn back into tortured lungs...and Lois Lane, ready to collapse but unwilling to, dragged herself to her feet.

The cock fell out of her like a snake with a broken back. Black jizz streamed between her legs.

Lois found her clothes...her smartphone, wallet, and keys. Lois left the demon where she was, sprawled out, fucked out. It occurred to Lois that she was probably in some sort of shock...but she could move. The reporter had always found herself surprisingly energetic after sex.

Before she left the restroom forever, Lois looked at Blaze. The demon was still breathing, eyes closed. She almost looked innocent, with the blood running down her tits, the cock half-shrunk, leaving a trail of black sperm from where it had landed.

"Thanks for the fuck," Lois rasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her pussy squelched with every step. Ass loose and watery. Every step felt like her hips would dislocate. Yet Lois Lane kept moving, one foot in front of the other, one step at a time.

Leaving Blaze, and the night, behind her.