Lois Does Not

Lois frowned and shook her head. She hated that stupid, smug grin on the demon's face. Hated having to grind her pussy against that cock, the feel those testicles rub against her ass whenever she bottomed out. More than anything, she hated herself as her body began crying for her to go deeper, harder.

Blaze took her hands and nestled them behind her head. She grinned like the cat that had gotten the canary. The demon's crimson breasts rose and fell in nice, even breasts, not even working up a sweat as Lois began rolling her hips harder and faster.

The reporter balled her hands into fists. The lazy demonic dickgirl was laying there while Lois did all the work, self-assured and perfectly content for the reporter to fuck at her own pace. The demon's victory was total—she didn't even have to do anything, she had already won. Lois was corrupting herself, letting lust and her own better nature **** her to fuck this evil cocky bitch.

The anger welled inside Lois like a living thing, she could just...

Her fist came down, swift and hard, right into Blaze's right tit. The demon's expression froze, halfway between a smile and a snarl, and a little joy leapt inside of Lois at that small victory. Yet that wasn't all. The cock grew harder inside of Lois—she swore it grew bigger, too. It felt like it was claiming some new territory inside of her, deeper than before. Lois gasped and panted, and didn't stop her endless pelvic gyrations...but now there was a glint in the demon's pure white eyes, a new expression on her face. Not the smug smile of before, but something more like...interest.

"Do that again," Blaze said. The reporter couldn't tell if it was a dare or a command.

Once more, her fist came down. The same place, but harder this time. The little dark nipple deforming against Lois Lane's knuckle. Small boob pillowing out beneath the impact. Shock running up the reporter's arm as the compressed flesh touched on bone. A little gasp escaped from Blaze's lips, like a sigh.

"Harder."

Something broke inside Lois then. All her suppressed fury came out, pussy sore from fucking, the demon's cock like an iron bar inside of her, and the reporter's fists were raining down on the prostrate form of the demon, bouncing off the high, sharp cheeks and puffy lips, the small breasts that were now splotched with purple where little bruises were forming, against ribs and abdomens, and with every hard blow the demon's whole body seemed to quiver, the cock seemed to jump in Lois Lane's snatch, and they were locked there in some masochistic cycle of pleasure and pain, until Lois felt warm tears flowing down her cheeks, angry obscenities on her lips...and something broke inside of her. Some terrible breach of pain and heartache as the full realization of what she had done this night and what it had cost her came to her...and the reporter fell across the demon's naked form, fists pounding down blindly, as Lois sobbed and cried...