Of Course She Does

Lois Lane took a deep breath. Closed her eyes. Counted slowly to ten.

When she opened her eyes, the pussy was still there. Wetly gleaming. Trails of pussy juice running down to the little dimple of Blaze's ass. Lips spread so show the pink inner folds. As the reporter watched, the demon woman underwent a slow, internal convulsion. White sperm crested the dark hole of her tunnel, sending a rivulet of jizz running down to her ass-cheeks.

The reporter's cock throbbed.

She launched herself forward, cock burying itself back in its warm, wet, home, and she didn't stop until it was buried into the hilt, her arms sliding up underneath the demon's so that she could grab the edge of the mattress...and she began to plunge in and out, pushing Blaze up against the headboard. A conqueror's smile graced Blaze's lips as the reporter pumped away.

"I knew you couldn't resist," the demon said.

"Don't—ah!—count me out—ugh!—just yet!" Lois huffed. The pussy was even wetter and hotter than before, her cock sliding in with ease, the scarlet slit seeming to suck at her schlong whenever she pulled backward. Lois Lane had liked to get fucked, but right here and now she had no doubt that being the one doing the fucking was so much better. "I haven't—unf!—cum yet! Gonna pull out—spray on your tits—belly—unh!"

Almost lazily, Blaze wrapped her arms around the reporter's neck.

"Oh? This belly? These tits? You like them?"

Too busy thrusting to answer, Lois looked down. The flat, muscular abs were somewhat scrunched up due to the devil's current position, the small breasts flopping with each hip-shaking thrust. Never having been much into women before, Lois admitted she did like the way they jiggled...

"Now imagine what it'll look like when I'm knocked up. So swollen I can't see my feet. When the milk comes in, my titties will swell like cow's udders..."

As if to illustrate, Blaze arched her back and poked out her belly. The wet pussy tightened, kegel muscles contracting around the invading cock. Despite everything, Lois couldn't stop herself from imagining Blaze's maternal transformation in her mind's eye. Not all women changed radically with pregnancy, but there were few that didn't pick up a few pounds...grow a little softer in all the right places...hips a bit wider, breasts heavier and a little lower, nipples darkening...

A familiar tight sensation was building at the root of the reporter's cock. She knew that she needed to pull out now...and yet suddenly pulling out of that crimson cunt felt like drawing a steel cable through cement. Muscles strained in the Lois Lane's hips and back, and she almost imagined she could see the pussy distend as it sought to hold onto her retreating dick.

Then the demon's heels closed, pincer-like, on the reporter's backside. With superhuman strength, she pulled the reporter back into her, all the way to the root.

"What...no!" Lois said. "That's cheating!"

"Your soul is mine!" Blaze howled in triumph.