Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Lois Slides Onto Blaze's Cock

For a long moment, Lois Lane felt perched on the edge of an abyss. The tip of Blaze's erection was buried between her cunt lips. It would take only the slightest movement to move forward, to forget that she had ever been entered at all.

She didn't want to.

No-one could see her. No-one would know, after, what had happened in the dark room. The reporter stood there, struggling with what she wanted versus what she should do...according to a bunch of people that weren't here, in her position. Whose bodies weren't burning with need for release. Who were not Lois Lane, a woman that was capable of making her own decisions, good and bad, for how to live her life.

I should never have let this go so far, Lois knew. But I have. And Angelica is already in me...

Mustering her courage, Lois sank bank, feeling the warm, hard cock slide into her. The girth was pleasant, rubbing against the sides of her internal walls. The length was nothing monstrous, no cervix-bumping monster. Just a normal fat cock slipping into a juicy cunt. The fingers of the hand Lois was holding against her pussy teased her clit as Blaze's hips pressed into the reporter's backside.

Lois leaned back, feeling hard nipples and soft breasts press into her back. Blaze's sharp, pointed chin settled over her shoulder, finding a home in the hollow of her collarbone. Lois shifted her other arm up, Blaze's palm scraping against her hard nipple, so that those long warm fingers could carress her face.

"Do you like it?" The dickgirl's words seemed to thrum through Lois Lane's skin, jaw moving against the reporter's neck. "Do you want more? To be one?"

Lois smiled at the old-fashioned term. One of those pleasant, romantic metaphors for sex. It was enough right now to be in this moment, to forget about the missing women and demons and everything else. To just enjoy a hard cock in her cunt, a warm hand teasing her clit.

"Yes," the human woman said, lightly. "Let's be one."