Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Does Lois Suck It First, or Just Mount It?

Mount Up

Lois Lane was tired. Her body ached. She was naked, covered in jizz, and if she took the time to admit it to herself, probably not thinking quite straight. There was no reason for her to take this demon's word for anything, and much less reason for her to crawl into that crimson lap, tit to tit with the daughter of darkness. The tip of the scarlet schlong reached just past the reporter's belly button.

Can't believe I'm doing this, Lois said to herself as she raised herself up on wobbly thighs, one hand on Blaze's shoulder to steady herself, one down in front of her to guide the swollen purple helmet into her puss. A part of her knew that she shouldn't be doing this...but after everything else that had happened tonight, the prospect of sitting on a tonsil-tickler wasn't the worst ending she could imagine.

So the reporter spread her labia and guided the swollen cock into her tight hole...amazed as always about how her pussy could be so tight, and yet so accepting of something slipping into her...and the moment, the very moment the head was lodged inside her cunny, she felt something warm flowing out around the edges, and stared at the jet black drops streaming around the shaft.

"Sorry," Blaze said, and at least had the good sense to sound embarrassed at this premature insemination.

Lois took a deep breath. Damage was already done. And there was at least seven or eight inches of cock left to go.

The reporter couldn't afford to let her body relax, but kept her spine straight as she left her thighs slowly slip wider and wider. This **** her hips down, millimeter by millimeter, pussy spread wider and wider as it sank down on the crimson cock. Inch after inch sank in, and the cock pulsed inside of her, Lois grimacing as more and more black demonic jizz lubed her channel.

"How many times can you do that?" Lois said, shaking her head. The cock twitched again.

"A lot," Blaze said, half-smugly and half-apologetically.