No, I'm Just Here To Ride Your Cock

Lois Lane shivered, despite the heat that radiated from him. She stepped into the darkness, and even though the demon was seated, the tip of his cock brushed her chin, and left behind a wet smear. It was hot against her skin...like a snake with a finger. A boa constrictor. The reporter moved forward and it slid between her small breasts, so thick around she could barely put both hands around it.

There's no way I can get this in me! Lois thought, as she felt things shift and squirm within her body. It was like butterflies in her stomach, but all over her torso. But...I really want to try. If I could...what would it even feel like?

The reporter had never thought of herself as a size queen. It was almost as if she watched herself from afar as she reached up to grab the chained figure's muscled arms, planted one foot on his knee, and stepped up. His helmeted head leaned back, so that the eyes within could stare at this woman who seemed determined to impale herself to **** on his demonic dick. They were pure white, those eyes, without pupil or iris, and they glowed faintly from deep within the dark sockets.

"There is something...different...about you, mortal," Satanus said. He sniffed aloud as Lois bent her knees and sought to line the head of that massive cock up with her pussy. In the dark, she had to work by touch. She rubbed the head against her dripping, super-sensitive pussy...and there was something wrong about that, something strange. Excitement grew inside the reporter as she felt that hot, rubbery knob, bigger than a bedpost, press against her slit...and she had always thought she had a small, tight slit, but now...now her folds felt enormous beneath her fingers as she guided the head of the cock in...

"Uugggh," Lois grunted. Her knees wobbled, suddenly weak. She was more keyed up than she had thought.

Great Caesar's ghost, I've never been so horny in my entire life! The reporter thought. Her breath came in short gasps as she bent her knees...and her hips creaked as the massive cock slid, inch by inch, into her massive cunt. Lois Lane's grip on Satanus' biceps grew tenser as she struggled to go slow, to keep from hurting herself, to control her descent...and the pale glow of his eyes played over her and he grumbled again.

"I see...what game do you play at sister, to use this woman as your pawn? Not that I mind so pretty a cocksleeve..." Lois could see white within the helmet, bared in a smile. "In fact, perhaps I might turn your little plaything to my advantage."

Lois Lane could feel the cockhead behind her belly button. Words failed the reporter to describe the sensation of that cock, so much thicker than the last, and yet somehow her body could take him. It was impossible...uncanny...and yet as Lois slid down, and the cock pushed deeper into her seemingly hollow body, Lois wondered how much of it she could take.

There was a crackle and snap, as of electricity. Lois felt the hairs stand up all over her body...and then something happened that sent fear and excitement through her. The cock she was half-impaled on began to grow...