End: She Never Stops Cumming

"Go pee, then grab some bottles of water, and any lube you have. Lay down on your back. Put a pillow behind your head and get comfortable, but keep everything within reach," Angelica said. "I want to show you something you'll never forget."

Lois Lane, with a grin, did as she was told before she eased herself onto the bed. She felt weirdly positive, now that the decision had been made, the die tossed, the Rubicon crossed. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter had decided that she was going to try and get pregnant tonight. And it might not be how or with who she had always kind of hoped...but as she stared at the dickgirl stroking her hard cock, Lois realized that she didn't mind that at all.

The woman was beautiful, Lois realized. Slim and lean as a marathoner, real abs visible in that trim stomach, breasts that were just a touch bigger than Lois Lane's, though the nipples were smaller and puffier, like ripe strawberries. That broad, regal forehead with its dark horns and wild mane of dark hair, the slim, strong jawline without any extra trace of fat...she looked so feminine and sleek, except for that monster between her legs, the big balls hanging down now, the slim fingers running up and down the length of it.

"You're beautiful," Blaze said as she gazed at Lois. The reporter smiled. Naked and on her back, she didn't feel beautiful—she had nothing like Angelica's muscular definition, was a little shorter, her breasts so small they could be held in the palm of her hand, and her ass was tight and toned rather than round and bouncy—but she also knew her skin was smooth and soft, she was thin without being entirely without curves, and her vivid violet eyes and collar-length straight black hair drew people in to look at her face.

"You've already seduced me," Lois said, cracking a smile as she spread her legs. She could feel the cum dripping out of her pussy, flowing down her taint and across her asshole. "So what do you have to show me?"

"In India, they practice certain esoteric traditions called tantra," Angelica said, that Mona Lisa smile on her lips. "Some of them involve yoga—physical exercises, meditations, and prayers—and some of them include what people in the West call magic. Some of those tantra involve coitus..."

Angelica knelt on the bed. She was holding her cock by both hands now, one pinching the base near the balls, the other right behind the head, which she guided toward the reporter's pussy.

"...and there is a certain technique...which involves a great deal of stamina, but when practiced correctly...it can maintain the state of sexual arousal for much longer than normal. So that the act of sex can continue, even during ejaculation and beyond. Indeed, the act of ejaculation can be spread out, almost continuously..."

Lois got the message. "How long?"

Blaze's white eyes began to glow softly from within.

"My record is three hours," she glanced at the clock by the bedside. "Let's see if we can't beat that."

The demon sank down into her human lover, the scarlet cock sliding into the pink pussy like a worm returning to its burrow. Lois did not quite believe her claim...not until the first time Blaze sank balls deep inside of Lois, and she felt a little throb as the cock pumped a sticky rope of semen right up against the mouth of her womb...and then Blaze pulled back, one hand on the base of her cock, the other fondling Lois Lane's right bright, the demon's mouth licking the nipple on the left...and Blaze bottomed out and came a little again.

And again.

And again, and again, and again...

The pace was slow, no matter how much Lois gyrated her hips to match the steady thrusts, not matter how she played with Blaze's nipples or grabbed her horns to pull that hot mouth down to her own lips, or her neck, or to drink the sweat from her collar bone. Before a dozen strokes, the reporter felt her pussy was a sticky mess, a white froth of cum churned up and splattering her thighs, dripping in white strands down Blaze's balls, soaking the bed until Lois could feel it pooling under her ass and drying into a squelching puddle.

Heat burned in Lois Lane's pussy, and not just the friction of the constant fucking. A pleasant soreness was burning through her body, and Blaze kept on, her fingers and mouth pushing Lois higher and higher, cock plunging in and out, leaving its little load at every stroke, and at last Lois was writhing beneath her, fingers frigging furiously at her own clit, and then her back arched and her body shook, ass clenching, nipples aching from Blaze's love-bites.

The plunging cock continued straight through the orgasm, Lois Lane's cervix descending to sup on that fresh sperm, flooding her womb, the chances for her pregnancy ticking up a few more percentage points...

Except it didn't stop. Blaze didn't stop, though her cheeks blazed purple in a blush that Lois had never seen, and she began to breathe harder. In her life, Lois Lane had known a few love-sessions that went as far as half and hour...even longer, when it was the second or third time of the night, it taking longer and longer for her lover to cum...but now, as Blaze continued her slow, steady, constant tantric technique, Lois Lane realized that it wasn't Blaze's endurance at work here.

It was hers.

Already, even as she came down from the first orgasm, even as her pussy was tired from the unaccustomed exercise, Lois felt her body hot and building slowly toward another climax...and Blaze had never stopped cumming, not once.

Nor did she.

Though by the dawn hour...sweat dripping off of her ribs onto Lois Lane's body, ever water bottle emptied and every drop of lube spent...Blaze had begun to slow down. The strokes were getting slower and longer, and it was clear from the little moans that the scarlet succubus was only pushing out that last bits of sperm with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The Daily Planet's most impregnated reporter, meanwhile, could barely keep her eyes open. Her pussy was numb. She could feel the rigid prick moving in and out, but she had been fucked out some point after she had stopped counting orgasms and touching her clit proved too painful to continue working toward the next one. Her lips felt dry and gummy, her breath stank, pits sweaty and clammy, and her whole upper body covered with hickies and small bruises from Blaze's sucking kisses and love bites.

A single bright line of sunshine burst through the patio curtains and fell across Blaze's forehead. The demon ground to a halt, pushing her cock as deep as it could go...but now Lois could tell it was limp, utterly spent.

"New record," the demon said, then coughed.

"Think it took?" Lois managed.

"We'll have to wait and see," the scarlet face, now tired and slightly haggard but no less beautiful, smiled. "But I hope so. I don't know if I could trick someone so smart and beautiful to invite me into their bed twice..."

Lois Lane closed her eyes. The night was over. "I don't think I'm going to be in any physical shape to fuck for a week or two. And pregnancy tests don't work until that long anyway. So...let's...see how it went."

Blaze knelt down and planted a small, chaste kiss on the reporter's lips.

"As you wish."