Lois Lane Does Not Beg

"No," the reporter said, voice tight as the pussy that clamped on Blaze's pistoning prick. "You're going to seed my pussy. You're going to shoot your wad deep into my cunt, and I want to fucking feel it hit my cervix like a hail of birdshit. And you're going to keep fucking me while you pollute my womb until I cum, so that I get knocked the fuck up. Do you understand?"

Heavy breathing in the reporter's ear. A hot kiss planted on the side of her neck. The hard dick inside of her seemed to stiffen and tense.

"As you wish."

Lois Lane thought she knew what a pounding fuck was like. The jackhammer blur that men get to, in those moments before they spit their baby gravy into her cunny. The frantic minute when all of their energy and focus zeros in on pounding her cunt into jelly. She thought that Blaze was there, that her pussy was already getting hammered as hard as could be.

She was wrong.

Her voice choked as the demon suddenly increased in speed and strength. Her pussy seemed to be pushed and pulled, so fast that the ligaments began to ache, bones threatening to shatter, teeth chattering from the impact. Her whole body vibrated with the incessant, incredible pounding it was receiving. Shaking so hard that her brains rattled in her skull, vision losing focus, pussy almost going numb. It was like her whole body was getting fucked, fingers clenching desperately at the sheets for something, anything to grasp, and the headboard slammed into the wall hard and fast enough that paint began to flake off.

Then Blaze started to cum.

The first shot actually stung, and Lois imagined a machine gun hosing her cervix with sperm. She cried out in sudden pain at the **** of the ejaculation slamming into her cervix. Blaze's mouth came down on her shoulder, teeth biting into the soft flesh, like a lion holding a lioness, the sudden sharp pain distracting Lois from the forceful insemination.

The demon didn't stop. Her hands were slippery with sweat, but she clutched Lois tight, holding her belly in place as she seeded the reporter nice and deep. Growled through her teeth. On her back, Lois lost feeling in her legs, and she wondered if the hammering cock had damaged some precious nerve, if she would ever walk again.

Lois wasn't sure when she began to orgasm.

Maybe the climax had been happening for a while and she simply hadn't consciously noticed. But she felt her cervix cramping, spasmodically opening and sucking in the demon's semen. Felt her back arch suddenly, thrusting her breasts hard against her lover's. Eyes open, the reporter's mind went blank, and her whole body tensed, the toes she couldn't feel curling, her body locked in some strange paralysis except for her cunt, which milked the pistoning, spitting cock inside of her.

The fucking slowed, just a little, as Lois slowly felt her body relax. Blaze released her shoulder, and Lois knew there would be teeth mark there that would last for days. Panting hard, her lover whispered.

"Are you satisfied?" A pause. "Or do you want more?"