Of Course

At Lois' touch, the pillar of flesh between Blaze's thighs rose. The reporter's eyes widened a little at the suddenness of her lover's arousal...and blushed a little as she felt her own body respond. There was a damp heat between Lois' legs where her demon lover fingered her cunny.

"Do I really have that effect on you?" Lois asked, moving backward on the bed to give Blaze room to climb up.

"You have no idea," the demon's eyes began to glow faintly.

"Oh, I know," the reporter whispered. "I know exactly what gets you hard. What you and I both want."

Lois spread her thighs wide, drawing her knees up and holding them with her hands. "Now will you please come over here and impregnate me?"

Blaze growled, crawling forward. Her cock throbbed, so hard that it waved up and down, stabbing awkwardly into the reporter's labia before the shemale took matters in hand and guided it into Lois' throbbing cunt. In unison, they sighed, mutual relief at filling and being filled.

They moved together, the demon plunging her stiff prick into Lois' slot, the human woman wrapping her thighs around her lover, drawing that prick deeper inside of her with every thrust. Not the frantic coupling of teenagers, or the dull motions of married life, but the quiet energy of two adults making love, who want to feel good and make each other feel good, the steady pounding rhythm of two people on the same mental wavelength, united in their desire for each other.

As she moaned and hugged her lover deeper, from the corner of her eye she saw Blaze's sightless servitors "watching" them...tongues lolling, nipples hard, the four former women were intent on the action happening in the bed, though, they dared not draw close enough to disrupt proceedings. There was a fascination in the reporter about being "watched" in this way...a heat building up inside of her, a little thrill of excitement as if her sexual excitement was infectious, and the woman-things began to pair off, rubbing against one another, lips licking, taking playful bites, hands coming up to caress breast and flank...

"Harder," Lois whispered hoarsely, as the blood began to rise. "Fuck me harder. Don't be gentle. Not now."

"As you wish," Blaze's voice shook with her own need...and the pace increased.

Swollen testicles slapped into Lois Lane's buttocks, and she thought of the great sperm factories sloshing with seed, ready to be unleashed inside her womb. She crossed her ankles in the small of Blaze's back, pulling Blaze in deeper, the cock thrusting just shy of her cervix, never deep enough to hurt, but scraping across her g-spot with every stroke. Their nipples brushed against each other, taut nubs scraping across soft breast flesh, and their heads descended until they touched, staring into each other's eyes, feeling their hot breath as they panted in the hot crush of the rut.

"Do it," Lois declared as she felt her climax coming on, heard the little hiss and rustle as the servitors played with each other, drawn into heat by the erotic display. "I want to feel it! Now!"