If Lois Wants To Play The Slut, Blaze Will Treat Her Like One

"You want my dick?" Blaze said. The demon's hands slapped onto Lois Lane's waist. "Then you got it."

They rolled over. The reporter on her back underneath her, eyes smoldering as Blaze drove her cock in right to the hilt, stuffing the jizz-filled pussy with her meat. Lois was pinned beneath her, legs spread wide and wantonly, nipples hard and pointing at the ceiling. With a roar, the demon drew her cock back out until only the tip remained within—and then drove it all in at once, so deep that her balls slammed into the reporter's ass, and black streamers of jizz slurped out. The demon shook with the strain it took not to use her cock to gut Lois like a fish, from cunt to sternum.

"You like that, don't you slut?" Blaze spat the word...and then spat into Lois Lane's face. The reporter jerked...and then smiled, a pink tongue sliding out of her mouth to taste the spittle.

"I like it, I love it, I want some more of it," the reporter intoned. Her hands came up, nails digging into Blaze's biceps, her legs locking behind the demon's. Lois arched her back, thrusting her tiny titties until they almost touched Blaze's, and in a throaty whisper she said. "Make it hurt."

Even a demon can only take so much.

Blaze panted and bucked, lost in an inchoate berserker fury of fuck. Her cock pistoned in and out of the reporter's body in a pussy-pounding blur that left Lois Lane shocked and wordless, white-knuckled and gasping for breath, tears streaming from her eyes as the cock slammed too deep, pushed against the back of her cunt, friction burning her sloppy fucktunnel.

The horns on her head began to grow, and spikes of black bone erupted from Blaze's body as she slowly lost control of herself. A black, forked tongue, too large for the mouth that contained it, licked against the reporter's navel, leaving a trail of oily saliva along her body. Down below, a sharp spike of pain brought Lois to awareness that other parts of Blaze were changing as well.

The reporter lifted her head and gasped as she saw the cock slowly widen, her pussy lips being **** apart, seeming at every stroke, the labia growing more taut, the tiny clit standing out aching to be touched. Something moved in the flat plane of her stomach, and Lois knew it was the bulbous head of the demonic dickgirl's monster cock, distending the skin whenever it bottomed out. Even the fat scarlet nuts that slammed against the reporter's ass felt bigger and heavier...and hotter.

Orange veins ran through the demon's body now, just beneath the skin, and her open mouth was like a blowdryer, the hot air drying the reporter's tears when it hit or face. Six white eyes stared down at Lois from a face that wasn't even remotely human anymore, unblinking, black lips hanging back from a gaping toothless mouth in which black tentacles slithered out with hungry mouths to latch onto the reporter's tits.

Lois could feel the heat building up inside of Blaze, and beyond that she could see it, the orange lines extending down...the arms...the abdomen...and then, with a shudder of fear and lust and anticipation, the reporter saw it begin to slide into the cock...

Never in her life had Lois been fucked with a red-hot poker. Yet she imagined what it must feel like. The agony of the burning. The terrible heat cooking her tissues from within. Labia darkening, blackening, finally charring as she was burnt alive...but that wasn't what was happening hear. As the heat hit her, as the pain flared bright and hot, seizing Lois Lane's whole body as in a single paroxysm of pain and agony...she felt something change within her.