Lois Can't Fight It—And Doesn't Want To

There always came a point when Lois Lane was masturbating...fingers wet, nipples hard, biting her lip to hold back the moans...when she crossed a threshold. Where her climax was so close, she couldn't stop. Not for anything. Not if her own father barged into the room, not if she slipped off the chair, or if the fucking house burst into flames around her.

Which was how Lois felt right now, with her girldick buried inside Blaze's crimson cunt, the demon smiling up at her as though she had already won...

Maybe she had.

Red heels dug into Lois Lane's buttocks, and the reporter pushed against them—but that was just the pebble that started the avalanche. Lois was already so close that the little motion of her prick being drawn out of that demonically tight twat sent a shiver up her spine. The massive load that had been building up inside of her throbbed, demanding release...and Lois couldn't stop moving her hips, driving her cock in deep and pulling it back out, and inch at a time, her new balls slapping steadily against the demon's ass.

Lois wasn't sure exactly when she started cumming. All she knew is that she couldn't stop.

Her lips found the demon's neck, kissing and sucking hard. Sharp claws clutched at Lois Lane's back, ten bright points of pain that did nothing to stop the slow explosion as the reporter's dick throbbed, pulsed, and spat rope after gooey rope into the succubus' fertile depths. Beneath her, Blaze began to moan, squeezing and pushing back to meet the reporter's thrusts, tongue lolling out of her mouth, horns scratching the headboard.

In that moment, Lois couldn't not think about her sperm pouring into that quim like a firehose. Exploding into the dark void of her womb. Where tiny red eggs waited, ripe and **** to be violated by her sperm. Images that would have disgusted her at the beginning of the evening, but now...now Lois couldn't get them out of her head, her mouth working up to Blaze's ear, the demon laughing...and then the laughter became moans....animalistic grunts...and a single sustained scream...

Lois lost track of time. She knew at some point the wet spltch-spltch-spltch of her cock thrusting into the demon's cunny was replaced by an even wetter splortch-splortch-splortch as the cum began to ooze out of Blaze with every thrust. The aching, throbbing need inside of Lois had dulled out to a hollow feeling, her cock ached, and Lois realized, somewhat belatedly, that it was only half-hard, the softened schlong pushing the jizz around inside the sloppy semen-filled slit...and Lois felt her heart hammering behind her breast bone, weirdly light-headed, breathing hard.

Then Blaze whispered in her ear.

"If you give me one more creampie, I'll let you..."