Go For The Source

Lois slid her mouth off the bulbous knob, giving the shaft a long, sloppy kiss as she moved her mouth down its turgid length. Blaze leaned back, sighing in contentment at the attention as the reporter's hot wet tongue reached the root.

"Good technique...but I wonder if you can take the whole length..." the demon's coaching, however, was swiftly cut off as Lois roughly pushed Blaze's knees wider apart, shoving her flushed right cheek against the crimson left thigh, tongue playing over the swollen taut orbs of the demonic testes.

"Or...that works too..."

The reporter gave a wide-mouthed kiss to the left ball, gauging its size and shape. It was bigger than a hen's egg, but not so big it wouldn't fit in her mouth. Wrapping her lips around her teeth and sticking out her tongue, Lois opened wide and gently maneuvered the massive nut into the warm hollow of her mouth.

The taste of sweat came to her, fresh and salty, and the strange mix of masculine and feminine musk which was the demon's hallmark assailed her nose and tongue. Eye pressed up against Blaze's rigid shaft, she suckled gently on the testicle, feeling the demon's muscles tense and release slightly as she instinctively tried to move her gametes...and a flicker of inspiration came to the reporter.

Pulling at the corner of her mouth with one hand and opening her jaw as wide as she could, Lois reached out with the other to maneuver the remaining testicle toward her waiting hole.

"What? No...no, that's really not..." The surprise and hesitation in Blaze's voice spurred Lois with hot desire. Sensitive skin scraped against her teeth, and a sudden warmth flooded her mouth, cheeks puffing to accommodate this new addition.

Lois Lane looked, from Blaze's perspective, like a greedy chipmunk, the demon's testicles now both lodged in the reporter's mouth, her tongue lapping at the underside of the demon's sack, where it merged into Blaze's normally hidden cunt. The reporter's nose was flush with the underside of the demon's shaft, and she stared straight up the meat rod, whose dribbling stream of precum was dripping down onto the human woman's face.

Blaze moaned at the delicate pressure on her teabag, the way Lois' molars gently-yet-firmly gripped her testicles. If the Daily Planet's star reporter could have smiled right then, she would have.

She had Blaze by the balls.