No I Wouldn't

"Look," Lois Lane said, reaching for Blaze's dick. "I'm not a teenager anymore. I don't need promises of endless ecstasy and becoming one and getting so high off of sex that I beg for your cum. We're both adults here...and, before I came here tonight, it's been a long time for me."

Her hand closed on the shaft. She pulled the demon close, sniffing gently at the sweat on her skin, that peculiar mix of male and female odors on her.

"So what I want, really want, is for you to bend me over and fuck me like our parents are about to come home any minute. Ride my pussy hard and shoot your spunk in me like you need to do it. I like the danger, I like the idea that I might walk away from here totally knocked up and pregnant. I want to cum, and hard, but I don't need any fairytale lovemaking, okay?"

Lois kissed the corner of Blaze's mouth as she ran her hand up and down the demon's dick. It felt good in her hand. Right. Her pussy ached a little, wanting to feel it. The reporter hadn't felt this eager for sex in a long time...so long, she'd wondered if she would ever feel that sense of sexual excitement again. Yet here it was, that bright hot shape inside of her mind, driving her body to rub the crimson cock faster, to feel the swing of the heavy balls beneath them, to feel her nipples hard and pointy. To put into words what she felt.

"I just want a good, hard fuck. Think you can handle that?"

Blaze shifted her head, those pure white eyes staring into Lois Lane's own. There was something about that empty gaze that unnerved Lois. It gave nothing back, no reflection, no impression at all. Lois couldn't even see what Blaze was staring at, focusing on. Just pure white eyes in dark orbits.

"Yeah, I can handle that." her breath was warm, and Lois could almost taste it on her mouth. "Just one thing, though."

"What's that?" Lois asked, feeling the cock jump in her hand.

"When I get through with you, you won't be able to walk."