Lois Cums First

They were both lost in frustration—the demon's every thrust communicated her urgency, her need, her desire to blow her seed, and while she was plowing away at the reporter's cunt Lois could feel her own climax hovering just out of reach...and she wanted to cum first. She knew that was supposed to help with conception. Because it wasn't enough to just enjoy a good fuck.

Lois Lane wanted a baby too.

Angelica Blaze's mouth dropped, lips curled over her fangs, long oily tongue slathering down between the reporter's breasts. Her mouth was wider now, and when it came to Lois' left tit it engulfed the whole thing, tongue coiling sloppily at the nipple. The demon's thrusts began to slow, trying to hold off her ejaculation, long slow strokes that ground against every sweet spot in Lois' internal anatomy, sending an extra thrill straight up her spine...

"So close," she murmured. "Almost..."

In desperation, Lois' hand gravitated to her clit, slick fingers rubbing at her joy buzzer. She could actually feel Blaze's dick moving through her skin, could feel the demon vibrate with barely contained energy as Angelica's mouth released one breast to lavish attention on the other.

The reporter could feel the terrible urgency as her lover caressed her harder, trying to stimulate Lois, patience fading as those swollen bitch-breeder balls rubbed against her ass, ready to explode. Lois hated when her body got like this; orgasms were just too infrequent in her life, especially with a partner. It felt so good, yet she needed...something more, some extra bit stimulation, something...

"My ass," Lois gasped. "I...I need something in my ass. Quick!"

It had worked before, Lois knew. In the wee hours of the night, when she had been unable to sleep and then unable to cum, when her porn searches had gone into four or five terms and she was trying to scratch some really weird itch, the one thing that sometimes gave her the relief her mind and body craved had been to play with her ass.

Of course, for Lois that usually meant a single well-lubed finger. For Angelica...

Blaze's cock pressed home, deep inside of Lois. Her tongue sought out her lover's mouth, coiling and uncoiling between the reporter's lips. Hands pawed gently at the pale, tear-drop shaped tits, the claws leaving faint scratches...and something began probing at Lois' ass, something small and warm and stiff, wet with the juices spilling out of her cunt...it took the reporter a moment to remember that her lover had a tail.

It slipped in a little rougher than Lois liked, and she felt a brief burning pain—not enough lube—but it was the weirdly familiar sensation, the over-full feeling of both holes being penetrated at once, the tip of the tail in her ass rubbing against the cock in her cunt through the thin wall that separated them...and then Blaze began to move.

Lois' fingers were a blur on her clit, pressing hard at the sensitive little button as her ass and cunt were fucked in tandem, cock and tail sliding past one another, slowly at first and building up in speed, friction burning through Lois, her breath coming hot and short as she panted into Angelica's mouth, the tongue pressing deep toward the back of her throat, tasting of raw meat and something sickly sweet...

Muscles started to shudder in Lois' pussy, ass clenching down automatically against the burning drag of the tail sliding through her rectum, toes curling. She took a deep breath, Blaze's tongue sliding into her throat, eyes rolling as an electric current seemed to travel up her spine, and her free hand clung desperately to Blaze, nails digging into the flesh hard enough to draw blood... The woman's whole crotch felt like it was locking up, but it couldn't stop the pounding prick plunging into her depths, stretching her out, pussy sore and bruised and Lois gave out one long deep scream of mingled pleasure and pain as she felt herself convulse inside...

Unable to form words, her one thought was: Now! Give me a baby!

She wanted to feel that boiling load erupt in her cunt and fertilize her, for her lover to sear her name on the surface of her womb, for the one-eyed monster inside of her to spit its sperm straight into the center of her being like a hail of birdshit, thick and white and battering straight through her gates to find the defenseless eggs within and **** the shit out of them.

But that was the fantasy of the mind's eye, the sexual image moment, and as the pounding sped up, and Lois felt the warm blood run down her fingers, she realized that Blaze was finally about to stop holding back. Lois Lane shivered in terror and excitement, knowing that she had no idea what she was in store for.