End: Lois Fucks The Sleeping Beauty

No, Lois told herself. I can't risk waking her. Not until I'm sure I've got her.

Slowly, the reporter worked her pussy muscles, pushing and pulling at the sleeping beauty's cock, encouraging it to grow...and she could feel it start to stiffen inside of her, creeping up her vaginal canal, growing longer and harder inside of her. Lois couldn't remember the last time she had felt anything like that.

And when it seemed that it couldn't grow anymore...and it was an impressive size, though far smaller than the horsecock Lois had fucked before...it still filled her out like an application, a snug and comfortable plug in her needy cunt, just long and thick enough to fill her box. She began to move. Just rolling her hips, very gently, lifting her pussy slightly before letting it back down, a cowgirl riding in slow motion.

The entire time, Lois watched Blaze's face...looking for any sign of the demon waking. It was an easy face to look at, the red lips just parted, the face calm and innocent as a baby. Awake, the high cheeks and feral lines around the mouth and eyes might come out, but asleep...she looked like a perfect angel.

A pant came out of Lois' mouth, a little louder than she intended. The heat was building up within her cunt, but she didn't know how close Blaze might be. The reporter bit her lip and started to move a little faster, let more of that scarlet shaft slide in and out of her dripping pussy.

Blaze's body was responding. The pink nipples swelled and hardened on her breasts, the lips parted in little warm pants, tongue flicking out...behind her closed eyelids were flickers of movement.

She's dreaming, Lois realized. Is she dreaming of me? No, some other lover. Some other pussy riding her dick... There was a pang that went through Lois' heart then, but she steeled herself, remembering the missing women, what they had been turned into. This fuck is for a nobler cause.

The reporter was bouncing up and down now, thighs burning, wondering how long she could keep this up before one of them came or Blaze woke up...and then the demon beneath her began to moan, little mewling grunts that almost sent Lois over the edge right there, but she kept her climax in check, focused on milking that red dick with her supercunt.

Blaze's release, when it came, was a burst of boiling semen straight into Lois' depths. Normally, she couldn't even feel it when a lover came in her—an extra bit of wetness down there, maybe, but that was it. But with her superpussy, she could feel everything...every sticky, hot rope aimed at the mouth of her womb, pelting her uterus, a battalion of sperm aimed at her eggs. The reporter stifled a scream, but it was too much; Blaze's eyes snapped open mid-orgasm.

"Wha—?" The demon began, but Lois stared down at her conquest victoriously.

"Don't say a word." And Blaze's mouth shut, red lips pinched together, the white eyes without pupil or iris staring straight at Lois. "The women you've enslaved...let them go. Now."

There was a tense moment when the world seemed to hold its breath...and then black sparks began to crackle in Blaze's eys. Lois felt the hair stand up on her arms and legs...on the back of her neck...she could smell ozone and brimstone...and then there was a lightless flash, a sense of release.

Lois looked to her right and left, at the lean woman-shapes that had emerged from the shadows...and as she watched their chains fell off, skins cracked and shattered, revealing the very normal...human...women beneath. The reporter's heart leapt as they sought to cover their sudden nudity, staring about in confusion.

"Vixen," she called to the black woman. "Take them out of here. Help them get home."

The reporter remained, straddling Blaze. The white eyes stared up at her dumbly, and Lois realized her pussy was still milking the hard cock. She felt, not the usual rush of energy after sex, but suddenly very tired. It had been a long, wild night.

"And what," she reached over to flick a lock of dark hair out of Blaze's face. "Do I do with you?"