No Rest For The Wicked

Without pause, Blaze continued to pump her cock into the prostrate reporter. The table rocked, and Lois stared at the scarlet succubus in confusion...and then dawning understanding.

A normal human can't keep fucking right after ejaculation...but Blaze isn't human, Lois realized, feeling the rock-hard pole slide inside her well-lubricated cunt. Her eyes widened as the implications of that sunk it. She could potentially fuck me all not, cumming in me every fifteen minutes!

A quick burst of excitement was quickly tempered by the slow burn of the felt as Lois Lane's bare back slid against it. The reporter reflected that the human body wasn't really designed for that kind of sexual activity—if Blaze could keep fucking her for six or seven hours, the reporter probably wouldn't be able to walk by the end. If her pussy didn't tear from the continual strain first.

Natural curiosity prompted her next action.

"So...how often can you ejaculate?" Lois asked, bringing her arms up over the head, stretching her body to lift the back up from the felt, giving Blaze a good view of the reporter's enhanced breasts.

"I have been holding my seed in preparation for this night for years," Blaze said, pale white eyes seeming to glow from within. "I have more than sufficient to drown your ovaries in my sperm."

Lois blinked. "Yeah...about that. You know I'm human right? I mean, I agreed to go all night and I'm game, but we have physical limitations. I'm just saying, if you want me to last long enough to get every last pebble and boulder off inside my cunny, we might need to...think about that, a little."

The demon pursed her lips. t first Lois thought that she was about to kiss her, but instead the succubus seemed lost in thought. her ruby hips continued on automatic pilot, driving the dick in and out of the reporter's pussy like a mechanical fuck machine. The reporter laid back and enjoyed it while she could.

The reporter watched her own titties jiggle for a while. It was strangely hypnotic. She wondered why she had never gone in for a breast augmentation before. After all, she liked big breasts. Especially when they were on her.

"You have a point," Blaze said. "While you are in excellent shape for a human, if I continue to fuck you at this rate, you could become injured...or even fall **** from sheer exhaustion. That would not do."

The demon reached up one perfect crimson hand, as though picking an invisible pocket, and a slip of paper appeared out of thin air. This she set in front of the reporter's face...and then with an unexpected schlorp pulled her still-hard cock out of the reporter's hole and took two steps back.

"Read what is written there out loud." Blaze said.

Lois, laying on the table and feeling the demon's jizz drip out of her pussy, was glad for even the tiniest of break. So she held the slip of paper between her fingers and read. It was, surprisingly, a single word.