Lois Lane Cums

So many times in her life, Lois Lane had felt her lovers pull out of her, leaving a piece of themselves behind to dribble out in a sticky mess. A spoonful of splooge to stain her panties, if she was so careless. It wasn't until she had met Blaze that Lois had felt what she had thought women were supposed to feel—the great geyser exploding against the mouth of her womb, the hot spray of impregnating fluid, a fucking fountain flooding her fertile cunny.

Yet that by itself wasn't what triggered it—the spasm, deep inside. The electric wave that spread out from the core of her being, muscles involuntarily bunching, squeezing tight around the invading shaft, cervix pulse, an electric thrill straight up her spine that exploded behind her eyes, toes curling fingernails scratching at the demon's back. In that moment Lois Lane broke all holds and clung to the demon as for dear life, her ankles slamming into the scarlet succubus' lower back, to prevent her from escaping.

Not just because she had cum inside of Lois, her scarlet shaft spewing like an obscene firehose...no, it was because of the kiss.

All the heat, all the urgency, all the passion that Lois Lane had missed in her life was bound up in that moment in the hot lips that pressed against her own, the tongue that pushed forward past white teeth, the hot breath from hell that filled her mouth...and yet, even in that moment, the reporter could tell that Blaze had lost all control of herself.

The demon trembled. Her eyes closed. She had lost herself in Lois...in the embrace...in emptying all she was and all she had into the reporter's pussy...and there was an utter vulnerability there, a fragility, a weakness, a need, that touched the reporter's heart even as the pulsing vein on that crimson cock throbbed and pulsed against the reporter's g-spot.

Then Lois was tumbling over the edge of her own climax, crying out, clutching Blaze to her in turn, the pressure building against her womb as the black babybatter pumped into her in exorbitant, obscene quantities, the demon's balls squeezing and pulsing as it sought to empty every last wriggling tainted seed into Lois Lane's garden.

They lay there, panting, lost for a moment in the afterglow...the kiss broke...and Blaze said, in a voice of strange wonder and exultation.

"The deal...is struck. The women...are freed. And you..." Blaze sucked in her breath, running her tongue over her lips, tasting the reporter's saliva.

"I'm yours. As long as you keep making me cum like that," Lois said.

Blaze cracked a crooked grin, something unpracticed, more natural than her usual sly half-smile.

"Then our game is ended...and, I think, it will be my pleasure to..."