In Her Cunt, Of Course

"Waighlm!" Lois Lane said, trying to talk with a mouthful of rancid sperm. Blaze tapped the reporter's chin with a finger, and the human woman's mouth snapped shut as though the lips were sewn together.

"Don't talk with your mouthful," the demonic dickgirl said. "Whatever you have to say can wait until you swallow it all."

Lois struggled for a moment to pry open her lips...and then gave up and resolved to **** down the semen. Most men can barely manage a tablespoon of splooge...two if they're backed up, although Lois had heard that usually only led to the ejaculation being thicker rather than having greater volume. She swore that some of it was actually squirming, though she knew that had to be psychosomatic. Careful to breathe through her nose, Lois tried to swallow...

It was like swallowing a salty, sticky, bitter wad of phlegm. Parts of it actually felt like semi-solid lumps as Lois fought to get them down, and they left a clinging film on the back of her through. She desperately wanted something to cleanse her palate, but there was nothing she could do, not until she swallowed it all.

Even as Lois was working through that, Blaze had gone around to the other side of the bed...and the reporter felt the crimson hands spread her thighs apart, that scarlet face lowered down to level with the reporter's muff...and then Blaze opened her mouth and...

As a young woman, Lois had seen ancient Christmas cards with the Krampus, the goat-footed devil that followed Santa Claus around and tortured bad children. And she had seen that enormous tongue that extended out of his mouth, and...well, she was past puberty, and had blushed at night to wonder what that long tongue might feel like between her legs.

...a long, long purple tongue unrolled from the demon's mouth, much longer than it should have been, or could have been. At least ten inches long, four fingers wide at the base and tapering to a small, forked tip. When the weight of it lay on her stomach, the twin tips almost touched the reporter's navel.

"Parghfagh," Blaze said, then winked at Lois. The reporter had choked down most of the old sperm in three mouthfuls, and was currently scraping the gooey remnants off her teeth with her own, much more human tongue. As she swallowed for the sixth or seventh time, she suddenly felt her lips part, and she sucked in air.

But at that point, Blaze had already positioned that super-long tongue at the entrance to Lois Lane's pussy, and was pushing forward.