Not Really, I Always Liked Big Cocks

The answer came out of Lois Lane's mouth before she could think to even try and stop it. She had lost count of the questions, lost track of almost everything. The tip of the crimson cock in her dripping cunt had done that. As it always did. That was one of the things Lois liked about sex: it made it so hard for her to think when she was getting pounded away by some fat dick. Then afterwards, she could think so much more clearly than ever before...pieces falling into place...

Inspiration struck.

I'll fuck her. Once I cum, I'll be much more clear-headed...enough to think myself out of this mess! All I have to do is get her to keep pounding my pussy until I get off.

"What do you look like," the reporter said as she grabbed onto Blaze's shoulders and wrapped her legs around the demon's waist. "When you fuck me until I cum good and hard?"

No magic was needed to drive the demonic dick deep inside of the reporter's wet and willing cunny.

They fucked standing, Lois bouncing on the cock. Their lips locked on each other's neck, sucking hard as their hips shook and slammed into each other. Blaze's hands grasped the reporter's ass like a drowning sailor grasped a lifeline, the tips of her nails digging into the soft flesh painfully.

Lois began to sweat. She broke her kiss with the demon's flesh, a tiny purple hickey formed on the crimson flesh, and she could feel another, larger one on her own. The reporter grabbed Blaze's horns, thrust her tits into the demon's face, and hissed in satisfaction as the demonic dickgirl latched on.

Thighs aching as she pumped herself on and off the crimson cock, Lois felt the heat build inside of her crotch. She had missed this. She needed this. Long months of abstinence melted away and Lois didn't care who was sucking on her nipple, whose rigid prick she was pumping into her pussy. The reporter lost herself in the rut, the ancient mating dance, and there was something inside of Blaze that matched and met that spirit in Lois.

By degrees, Lois Lane's pants turned to moans. Her pussy sank lower and lower on the cock, letting more and more of the scarlet shaft split her slit, pushing the pink petals of her labia wider and wider. The strokes grew shorter, and their faces became for a moment level...breast to breast they stared at each other, close enough to smell each other's breath, to see their faces flushed...the cock began to pulse...tongues reaching out and almost touching...