End: Lois Rides Her Gently To The End

Lois Lane slid up and down the dick at a leisurely pace. Oh, she had her moments when the frenzy of copulation took her, but the older she got, the more she appreciated the gentle side of lovemaking. It wasn't all slamming genitals together as fast and hard as possible. Pussies and cocks were sensitive, fragile things after all, and Lois had gotten tired of having a sore cunt. It was better, sometimes, to take your time. To let the sensual experience build up to a height, and then find that plateau of utter bliss and release.

Beneath her, Blaze squirmed.

"I can't feel my dick," the demon said.

"I assure you, it's still there," Lois said contentedly. Her hips rose and fell with a steady, regular rhythm, and the reporter arched her body so that the stiff head of the demonic prick would rub against her g-spot, over and over and over again.

The demon stared up at the human woman. Lois stared down at her, a little smile on her face. The scarlet succubus seemed oddly stiff, not just in the one place where it mattered, but all over. The reporter imagined that the demon was rarely the one getting fucked, and now that the shoe was on the other foot, the Satanic shemale was laying there still as a corpse.

"Can I play with your tits?" Blaze asked at last.

"Please do," Lois said, glad to give the demon something to occupy her mind and hands with.

Immediately, the demon's hands grabbed the reporter's bare palmfuls and squeezed. Just as immediately, the reporter's hand smacked against the demon's face. The sting of the strike went all the way up Lois' arm, though she doubt Blaze more than barely felt the slap.

"What was that for?" Blaze asked.

"That hurt," Lois said, and pushed her weight down, grinding her pussy in small circles, feeling the demon's balls brush against her ass. "You have to be gentle. Loving. Imagine if I was pregnant. You can't be too rough, fucking a pregnant woman, or you might hurt the baby."

"Babies," Blaze said.

"What?"

"Babies. Multiple ovulation. I can sense it. If I came in you right now, it's twins."

The surety of the demon's sentiments sent a shiver up the reporter's spine. Despite her desire to let this go slow and gentle, a certain urgency crept up inside her, and she began to rock back and forth.

"Just...caress my breasts. Lick them. Kiss them. Suck on a nipple. Maybe pull at the nipples slightly. But be careful."

The demon, with exaggerated care, wrapped her hands around the reporter's breasts near the base, and squeezed, making them swell out beyond her fingers.

"I was summoned by a woman once, who liked to have her tits tortured. She had been told as a young woman that they could be made bigger, if ropes were tied tight around them until they turned purple. If weights were hung from the nipples. If the old man who liked to shag her ass beat them with sticks until they were crisscrossed by bruises."

"Did any of that work?" Lois huffed. She was working up a good sweat now, rocking back and forth, and she could feel the edge of it coming, the desire building inside of her.

"Not really, I think. Oh, her tits sagged and stretched, but her family was fairly busty, so I think mostly it was just in the blood. I wonder how are daughters will keep fed, when they are born...neither of us are very busty."

"It-itty bitty titty committee f-for life," Lois finished with a moan, her thighs beginning to quiver.

"But I can feel the big tit genes inside you," Blaze whispered. "They just need to be...released. Would you like that?"

"Fuck! Fuck...yes!" Lois screamed and convulsed, on the demon's dick, tearing at her panties, wanting to feel the gush of cum into her cunny as she came.

Completely missing the demon's face split into a broad grin, the black sparks that arched between her horns...and grounded themselves in the reporter's breasts.

Lois Lane shook, her whole body seizing in an electric shock. Eyes rolled back in her head, she could not see as her breasts oozed out between the demon's clasped fingers, skin stretching as fat cells divided and multiplied, blood rushing to fill and feed the new territories. The skin of the reporter's body grew taut as the normally subcutaneous layer of fat was depleted and transferred to her growing boobs...and Lois could feel every moment of it, as her orgasm stretched on for over a minute, her lungs locked and unable to breathe, cum oozing out of her overflowing vagina, cervix spasming as potent sperm was sucked upwards toward her waiting eggs...

...and when it was over, Lois nearly collapsed on top of Blaze, her now much more generous-sized bosom squashing flat against the demon's own small breasts.

"Ow," Lois said, as the nerve endings in her new boobs registered the impact.

Blaze winced. "Oh Dark Gods. You know when you have your hand or foot in the wrong position and it falls asleep, and then you get that pins-and-needles sensation?"

"Yeah?" The well-fucked reporter said.

"It's like that, but for my dick."

The reporter laughed. She drew herself up to stare Blaze in the eye...and her tits were now so large that her nipples still brushed against her demon lover's chest.

"What are we going to do?" Lois said.

"Take it one night at a time. One fuck at a time. Apparently, I need to work on my stamina...and you need to buy some bras...and then there are the babies..." The demon shrugged. "I don't want this to be the last time, do you?"

"No," Lois said. "No, I think one night at a time works. Because right now, I want to go home...get some sleep. I didn't come here tonight to get fucked, but I did... I came here to get a story. Tomorrow is another day. Another story."

The now-busty reporter leaned down and kissed Blaze on the lips...and Blaze opened her mouth and kissed her back, so that the two of them were locked, lips to lips, their bodies pressing against one another...and neither of them wanted to leave that moment. Not yet.

Tomorrow could wait.