Hours

The cock plunged into the reporter's asshole. In and out, in and out, slow and easily...and the reporter hung suspended there, her stomach bulging as if pregnant, which she supposed she was in a sense, the things making their way slowly and painfully through her gut even as Blaze's cock violated her ass, as though there were to meet in the middle inside of her.

Lois Lane had a long time to think about her situation, as it turned out.

Hours.

At first, her asshole burned...almost to the point of pain...and then the heat began to spread throughout the reporter's body. She could feel the burn of the ropes too, her body moving inside the bindings as Blaze fucked her cock in and out the reporter's backside endlessly, tirelessly. Until Lois lost all track of time, her world shrinking down to those ropes holding her aloft, the things moving through her belly, and that demonic dick plunging, ever and ever, in and out of her ass.

It should have been hell. Perhaps it was hell, for the first hour or so. Yet as boredom set in...as her ass relaxed...as she rested more heavily in the ropes, all hope of escape lost...as the heat inside her ass built and spread so that her whole body was at a fever pitch...Lois realized something that shook her to the core.

She was moaning.

Softly, involuntarily. Ever time the cock slid deep inside of her, and one the long stroke outwards. Lois could feel it through the thin skein of flesh that separated her ass and cunt, and she knew that if her hands were free she would be rubbing her clit right now. Yet even without that, she could recognize the tell-tale signs of excitement building inside of her body...the little horripilation of the skin, the nipples hard, and not just because of the ropes that **** her teats to be swollen almost purplish with blood, the way her mouth opened and closed, tongue wishing for a cock to suck, a mouth to kiss...pussy quivering in need...

That was a deeper hell. As Blaze's hands began to shift over her body, cradling the distended abdomen, massing the guts as though to help the squirming things within navigate the reporter's internal anatomy. Lois could feel things now like little legs, poking painfully at her from the inside, and it only seemed to make the cock harder, the thrusting more insistent.

Blaze fucked her ass for a long time. Until the muscles of the reporter's arms and legs grew weary, and the demonic dickgirl loosened the straps around her breast so that the blood could escape and no clots would form, though the stubborn nipples remained stiff and her ass, her ass!

Lois could not describe the terrible molten feeling of her asshole. There was a looseness to it like nothing she had ever known, and she imagined that if Blaze pulled out right now all of her insides would fall out through the hole. But beyond that, she could feel her body starting to tense...to sway among the ropes...to try and fuck that cock back, to urge it on a little faster, a little harder, and only moments before she was panting like a bitch in heat, Lois realized what was about to happen, and by then it was too late to stop.

Her whole body lurched and her stomach heaved as something breached inside of her, foul fluid flowing down over Blaze's dick as Lois shuddered through the first climax that she had ever experienced from her ass along. The demon had thrust so deep that there was a brief moment of pain...and then it was like it slipped even deeper inside of her, and she swore those wriggling masses almost met.

Then Lois hang limp and panting, exhausted by her anal orgasm. Blaze pulled her cock out of the reporter and whispered in her ear something that shocked Lois even in her moment of post-coital bliss.

"The children are coming. You're about to give birth."