Not Even Half

As her slit slid down the scarlet shaft, the reporter swore the crimson cock was getting bigger. Fatter. Longer. She winced as the long dong bulged, spreading her labia to its maximum extent, scraping her walls and hitting virgin territory inside of her. Tighter and tighter her cunt grew, and with a grunt Lois pressed down with more and more strength, trying to jam as much of that fuckmeat into her twat as possible.

In all of her years as a sexually-active adult, Lois Lane had never met her limit. In fact, some of her better lovers had been relatively well-endowed, and her favorite sex toys had been longer and fatter than the average cock. Yet now, the one time the reporter really needed her cunny to be bottomless, she hit her limit hard. The tip of Blaze's cock struck her cervix with all the weight of the reporter's body on top of it, and Lois hissed in pain.

"What a pity," Blaze said as she flexed her abs, making her cock wiggle inside of the reporter. "So much for our deal. Don't feel too bad, no human woman could..."

The reporter growled as she grabbed the demon's horns. She had gone past the point of no return, all of her weariness and exhaustion and the jizz coating her body and running out of her pussy—fucked six ways to Sunday and yet, at the very moment when she was able to get something out of this, to save the souls of those missing women, her pussy just couldn't hack it.

Which is why, perhaps, her mind snapped a little and she shouted into Blaze's face:

"I want you to make my cunt able to take any cock, no matter how big!"

The demon paused, a veritable statue in red marble. Then the corners of her crimson lips curled upwards.

"Interesting. I could grant you this power, and so when you take my cock, our bargain would be fulfilled. But what can you offer me that is worth more than the souls of four women, willingly given?"

Lois Lane blinked. She chewed the thought over in her mind. Her cervix ached, probably bruised, yet she hung suspended above the seated succubus, her ass inches away from the pendulous, virile balls that seemed to twitch with every beat of Blaze's black heart, sending another rope of black jizz into the reporter's oversaturated cunt.

"What would be a fair price?" Lois asked at last.