End: Sounds Perfect

Lois Lane heard the words come out of her mouth, in disbelief. Blaze eased herself off the reporter's cock and rolled Lois onto her back. One of the demon woman's hands reached down to fondle the reporter's balls, while the other stroked the cock into firmer hardness.

"Hmm. I don't think I'm done with this cock tonight. Think you can squeeze out another load?"

The reporter felt drained, legs weak, her urethra burning from the **** of her last ejaculation. Although she hadn't had a cock for very long, a part of her felt like if she tried to squirt out one more glob of jism, she'd be pissing blood. Her mouth opened to ask for time to rest, to say no, and what came out what:

"Of course, babe! I've always got more for you!"

The smile on the reporter's face was tight as the demon licked the tip of her dick, the wet little muscle lubricating the swelling glans. Lois Lane's heart sank as she realized what was going on.

I lost body and soul to Blaze, she realized. I can't disagree with her. No matter how nuts she is.

"Hmm, you're so good to me," the demon woman clambered onto the dickgirl reporter, spreading her lips so that cum oozed out of her cunt onto the stiff prick before she lowered herself back down. Lois could not stifle a little moan as the tight cunt clamped down on her once again. The demon tried to push her stomach forward, though the effect was as yet unconvincing. "I bet you're going to love pumping more babies into me. Keeping me your pregnant little breeder for years and years..."

Lois groaned. Her hands reached out to rub Blaze's thighs. In her mind, the reporter could actually see the future unfold. Trapped into a marriage with this insatiable sex fiend, knocking her up again and again, **** to whatever perverted fantasies the demon could imagine, spending sleepless nights rocking babies to sleep and changing diapers, and getting her balls drained morning and night.

Blaze began to move, rolling her hips, internal muscles tugging at the reporter's cock. Despite herself, the reporter could feel herself clenching tired internal muscles, thrusting harder, trying to work up another burst of sperm to sate her master's needs.

"Tell me," the demon crooned, her hands reaching down to grope Lois Lane's breasts. "How you will love me."

"With all my heart and soul," Lois Lane heard the words, as if she was reading them off some unseen script. Her buttocks clenched as she sought to move faster and harder, to tickle the back of her cunt-tunnel if that was what it took to sate Blaze's desires, if only for a moment. "I'll rub your swollen feet. Pour my life into that crimson cunt. Save all my sperm for you and you alone. When you're too big to move, swollen as a pregnant cow, I'll roll you over onto your side and pump my cock into your cunt until your waters burst, and then I'll keep pumping until the EMTs come to get you to the hospital..."

A part of Lois was horrified at the torrent of fantastical sex dreams pouring out from her mouth...and was even more horrified to know that she meant every one of them. Her mind was free of Blaze's influence, but that only made her a prisoner in her own body as her balls tensed and her cock, trapped within that hungry cunt, squeezed and squelched lewdly.

With a cry that seemed rent from her very soul, Lois arched her back...and a line of fire traced its way up the entire length of her cock, bursting finally out of the tip, hitting back of the demon's walls and painting them white. Blaze shuddered and shook, those pure white eyes closing as her own climax came swiftly on the heels of Lois Lane's...and then she collapsed on top of the dickgirl, whose genitals felt aching and inflamed.

Blaze nestled against the reporter's body, so warm that Lois needed no blanket as the chill of the night set in.

"All mine," the demon woman murmured, as she settled in for sleep.

Sleep came reluctantly to the reporter. Her night out had ended, and she had descended into a kind of hell that she had never imagined. Subject forever on to Blaze's whims...her plans and perverted fantasies...and try as she might, Lois Lane could think of no way out.

What was more...a part of her didn't want to escape at all.