Not Without Help

The cock wobbled. Seemed to swell. Blaze's eyes cramped down to little white lines, her mouth opened, abs flexing...

Lois Lane's hand cramped tight around the base of the demonic dick. Her hand reached out and found her black thong panties. Blaze growled, but the reporter pointedly ignored her, wrapping the dark silk tight around the base of the sturdy prick, until the veins stood out fat and swollen, the head turning a deep purple and ready to burst.

"It's a shame, really," the reporter muttered. "All this cock, and you go off like a teenager, busting his first nut into the air."

The report straddled her hips onto Blaze's lap, hand stroking the cock. It was thicker than normal, and the reporter was dripping at the thought of trying to fit that bitch inside of her.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"It fucking hurts!" Blaze hissed. "It feels like my cock is about to fucking explode! I keep thinking a vein is going to burst and spurt blood through my cockhole! And I've never been this fucking horny in my thousands of years of life!"

"But does it feel like you're going to cum?" Lois pressed.

"N-no..."

"Good."

Lois sat up, and then sank down on the fat cock. She hissed, wincing as it spread her lips. Beneath her, Blaze's claws were tearing up the carpet. Working her hips back and forth, the reporter slowly worked herself down the shaft, feeling it crawl up her pussy, spreading her out along the way.

"Magnificent," Lois breathed, when she felt her ass rest on Blaze's balls. The panties wrapped around the base were a little rough, but she didn't mind that at all. The reporter closed her eyes and ground her pussy against the recumbent demon.

"So...uh...do I get to impregnate you now?" Blaze said, the demon's voice a little petulant and hopeful.

"You'll cum," Lois Lane said. "When I fucking allow you to cum."

Then she began to move.