Lois Pleads For Blaze's Help

"Please! I need the dick, I need it, I..."

Lois Lane sobbed. Here she was, on her knees in her own bed, her hand buried knuckle-deep in her asshole, and the cock she needed was tapping tantalizing and tauntingly against her twat.

Her last thin veneer of pride had vanished beneath the sheer, **** need that throbbed through her entire body. It was as if she hung suspended in that moment of masturbation she couldn't stop herself, not if her father walked in or if the world itself was about to end. Yet there was no relief for her, and the demon was teasing her with that cock and her ass was starting to hurt and...

"Shh, shh," Blaze said. Lois felt the palm of the scarlet succubi's hand press against her wrist. The fingers closed, tightly, not painfully, about the hand that was half-embedded in the reporter's asshole. "Don't beg. Never beg."

Lois gasped as the demon began to apply her strength. The reporter, who thought she was at her limit, soon found her asshole forcibly stretching larger as the demon pressed harder and harder. The naked woman quivered, eyes closed, as she grabbed a pillow to bite as slowly, achingly, but inexorably her ass was stretched around her metacarpals...and for the first time in her life, Lois knew what it was to feel her hot, soft insides wrap around the back of her hand.

Blaze's free hand came to grab Lois Lane's shoulder...and bent the reporter back, increasing the leverage so that the demon could put even more pressure on her hand, to **** the reporter's fist just a little deeper.

"Ah...ah!...AAH!" Lois shouted into the pillow as, with a spike of pain through her wrist, Blaze **** the hand in further...until, with a shock, Lois Lane realized that she could feel the overworked sphincter close in on the top of her wrist like and obscene pink bracelet. She had her entire fist inside her ass...but that meant...

Hands still on Lois Lane's shoulder and wrist, Blaze had a good hold on the reporter as she slid the head of her cock into the eager and empty cunny before her.

"Your pussy is nibbling on my dick," Blaze said. "I think it wants to be filled."

"Don't tease me," Lois said. "Please..."

"I told you before," Blaze murmured. "Don't beg. You're about to get fucked, Lois. The only question is...how hard do you want it?"