Lois Fights It

It was a losing battle...but it was a battle. Lois Lane shook, the demon's cock still pumping slowly in and out of her slit, Blaze's thumb still softly stretching the reporter's asshole. The bright white eyes had locked on Lois Lane's own, and the demon's words washed over her and seemed to sink into her brain.

Lois fought back, however she could. Yet her will flailed, like a turtle caught in the plastic rings of a six-pack as the ocean tried to draw it back into the sea. She could feel herself being drawn back into that mindless white space, Blaze's words and that smug smile quietly confident, as if her triumph was inevitable.

"You can't fight your body, Lois. It wants to be bred. It's already beginning. The pH levels in your cunt and womb are perfect for conception. The egg has already been released, just waiting. Your body is a biological machine made for breeding. Even your ass relaxes around my finger, getting ready for my cock. It feels good, doesn't it? My finger in your ass. You never let any of your other lovers fuck you there, did you?"

Lois sensed an opportunity, and breathlessly said.

"I was saving it for my husband."

Blaze's smile widened a little, her eyes narrowed.

"I will be a husband to you, Lois. Your ass will know the shape of my cock. I will own every part of you, and you will love it." The demon said.

"N-no," Lois said. "I'm not...I don't...s-stop..."

"Don't stop?" Blaze repeated, with barely a hint of mockery. "Then I won't. I think you're so close, Lois. You only need a little push to really embrace who you are becoming. So listen carefully to my command: Cum as I finger your ass."

The words came with a surge of psychic ****. It was like a tidal wave crashing over the struggling turtle, and for a moment Lois was lost, drowning...and her body moved of its own accord to carry out Blaze's command.