I'm Ready

The words were mumbled, half-panted. Lois Lane arched her back, lost for a moment in that glorious sensation of being filled. Not thinking for a second of her career, or Superman, or anything except the terrible heat that was building up inside her body, the desire for fulfillment. In that moment, she might have agreed to anything, even trading her own soul, for what was to come next.

In a way, she did.

The impossible tongue slid out of Lois, and the quivering reporter moaned in terrible loss at the emptiness that filled her...but not for long. Blaze was already crawling up the reporter's body, the massive tongue leaving a slimy trail on her stomach, her breasts...and then the tip of the demon's prick pressed against the entrance to Lois Lane's pussy.

It slid in, not as large and filling as the tongue had been, but firmer and hotter, pressing through the reporter's folds like a hot knife through butter, and Lois seemed to melt around it, muscles clamping to caress it as it passed, the bulbous head scraping her sensitive spots on its way to just barely kiss her cervix...and then the tongue was lapping at the reporter's face and Lois opened her mouth, her own ridiculously tiny normal-sized tongue running against it, soft and moist and tasting of her own pussy.

The cock plunged in and out of the reporter's hole, Lois squeezing with all of her might as it sawed away, the heat and friction building up with each stroke. The reporter felt almost like she was floating, even though she could feel the bed beneath her, dizzy and lost in the ancient primal rut, utterly lost in the sensation of getting plowed...and then Blaze's tongue slid back into her mouth, and in a hoarse whisper the demon said something that shocked Lois back into full and sober consciousness.