Jacinda Tests Lois

"So..." Lois took a breath and waved toward the door. "...you first."

The buxom British brunette's eyes narrowed. "Not quite yet. I have been dealing with demons intimately for centuries, Miss Lane. You, on the other hand, are relatively...inexperienced." Jacinda Blood stepped forward and boldly grabbed Lois' crotch. "I am afraid I will have to test you."

The reporter flinched—it was the first time she felt a warm hand clutch her testicles, and even through the material of her pants the firm grip was enticing. Worse, this close she could see those amazing, head-sized tits, wobblingly freely in the thin shirt. Still, she was offended at the other woman's tone.

"What kind of test?" Lois hissed.

"Simple," Jacinda's other hand pulled at the front of Lois' pants, and the swelling trouser snake began to emerge into the light of day. "A matter of endurance. See how long you can hold off without cumming."

Lois took a breath as the necromancer took hold of her cock. Ran skinny hands along the swelling shaft, one soft thumb pushing back the foreskin, scraping around the crown. The demonic dick appeared to have a mind of its own, rising hard so fast that it slapped against the reporter's belly...but Jacinda brought it down again, making it stand out in front of the reporter, and stroked it slowly with both hands.

I must not cum, the reporter chanted to herself. Cumming is the mindbreaker, the little **** that brings total obliteration. I must hold it in, even though I feel about to explode...I control the dick, it does not control me!

The impromptu mantra played through Lois' head for several minutes, until Jacinda raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, well, it seems you have some promise...but there are other dangers than idle hands."

The big-titted bitch dropped to her knees, hefting her massive mammaries aloft, and before the reporter could do more than gawp, wrapped her breasts around Lois' swollen shaft. Almost instantly, Lois felt herself grow harder than before. The were soft and warm, pillowy and, with Jacinda's arms holding the breasts close around Lois' cock, tight. The pink head of the reporter's cock, swollen to the point of bursting, just popped up out of her cleavage.

Jacinda bowed her head and extended a long, purple tongue to lick around the head.

"Feel free to move, darling. This is the interactive portion of the test."

Although Lois' conscious mind told her this was a bad idea, her hips moved of their own will, sliding that demon dong in between the bloated breasts, the cock-head poking in and out of the tube of cleavage, where Jacinda's mouth always awaited to receive it. And with each stroke, Lois felt the terrible pressure between her legs growing, some terrible potentiality preparing to be released from inside her body.

No! Got to hold on...can't...let...this...bitch...win! Lois wanted to scream a she continued to hump those magnificent tits, her cockhead plunging in and out of the warm, welcoming mouth. Deep inside, she could feel herself throb, ready to explode...but the reporter persevered, iron-willed stubbornness overwhelming her dick's desires.

I'll cum...when and where... I damn well please!

In the end, it was Jacinda who made the final move, abandoning the tit-job to grasp the shaft with both hands, swallowing Lois' knob inside her hot mouth and sucking madly, tongue swirling all around the sensitive head. It was all Lois could do not to grab the brunette by the ears and hump her face, to shove her dick as deep down into the necromancer's throat as it could go and unleash her seed...but she did not.

After several painfully pleasurable minutes, Jacinda Blood took her mouth off of Lois' shaft, panting slightly, face flushed.

"No cock has ever withstood me for so long." A bit of admiration in the woman's voice. "I am impressed."

"Wait..." Lois' cock still ached, but at least she felt more in control now that Jacinda wasn't actively fucking her face on it. "Weren't you a man before?"

Blood raised an eyebrow. "I have been many things, Lois Lane, and done many deeds." She rose off her knees and turned, presenting her pert ass to Lois as she surveyed the door. "And the deeds we do tonight may well become the stuff of legends."