Lois Gets Thiccer...and More Demonic

For most people, sex was measured in minutes; orgasms in seconds. The whole sexual life of the average woman for a year didn't last as long as a season of Game of Thrones. For Lois Lane, who had been on a nine-month dry spell before her night out, whose lust had been kicked into overdrive by Blaze's manipulations, it was time for a marathon.

The reporter's swollen ass slammed down onto the demon's great red balls with the frightening **** and rapidity of a jackhammer. The thick red meat slid up Lois Lane's lubed colon as though made for nothing else. Every time Lois bottomed out, her aching pussy squirted a little, a bit of clear liquid spraying out onto the scarlet succubus' cum-gutters.

They fell into a groove, rising and falling to meet one another, Blaze's hands sinking into that swollen ass, sometimes rubbing the pale pink thighs, sometimes moving up to caress the small palmfuls of Lois Lane's breasts, or lean forward to kiss and lick and bite at the stiff little pink nipples. Lois herself simply kept moving, often holding onto Blaze's horns, which fit so well in her hands, augmented booty clapping, little moans escaping her mouth as she rolled her hips.

Neither of them counted orgasms. For the demon, a refractory period was a weakness she could ill afford. Hot spunk burst from her swollen fuckstick into the depths of Lois Lane's colon, and the cock was still hard. The reporter didn't even bother to pause, letting herself ride through the climax, feeling the hot spunk enter her...followed by the thrill of heat, the electric wave that seemed to pass through her body as her body soaked up the black jizz like a sponge.

Spurt after spurt of demonic essence was released inside Lois Lane—and the succubus could feel the change before she could see it. The slowly growing weight of the reporter. The way her scarlet fingers pressed deeper into Lois Lane's hips and thighs as they began to grow meatier. How Lois Lane's moans grew deeper and more frequent.

Then a slight scarlet blush came to Lois Lane's breasts that was more than just the flush of sexual exultation. Blaze stared, almost hypnotized as the stiff nipples began to swell larger than before...the tits, which fit into her palm, jiggling a little bit more, sagging a little heavier, jutting out a bit further as muscles and ligaments strengthened.

The crimson flush spread, and Blaze could feel that swollen ass swallow her cock. Her hands could no longer encompass all of Lois Lane's thick thighs. The flat belly had softened a little, hard-won abs disappearing into an adorable little pooch as the waist packed on meat. As the body-wide flush spread, the demon looked up at someone who was still, in her face at least, recognizable as Lois Lane...but now a pear-shaped parody of her former self, bottom heavy, breasts swinging as she bounced up and down on the demon's cock...and a stranger shiver went up Blaze's spine as Lois whispered a single word.