On Until The Break Of Dawn

The hours wore on. Over and over, the demon's hard cock, never faltering, would plunge into Lois Lane's asshole. And every time, just as the demon was about to cum, she would pull it out and jam it deep inside the reporter's pussy, unleashing her sperm deep inside the reporter's cunt. Though the time between ejaculations increased, and they tried different positions, the demon's stamina and libido seemed inexhaustible.

Lois Lane did her best to match it.

Her ass seemed especially greedy. With every ejaculation inside her cunt, she could feel her butt grow, the skin feeling a little tighter, Blaze's hands sinking in a little deeper. She learned to relish that moment of first penetration, when Blaze would re-lubricate her cock and press it against the puckered orifice. Her initial unease at have her backdoor violated gave way to a curious eagerness, not only to see how much of the scarlet shaft her ass could take, but to see how big her backside was going to get.

Already the reporter could feel her hips strain as they widened to accommodate her swelling rear, hips thickening gently as the tenth or eleventh load of baby batter was unloaded deep into her snatch. If sheer amount of semen was any indication, there seemed little chance that Lois wasn't pregnant already, although she knew that things were more complicated than all that. Only a few select sperm would make it past all the barriers of her body, sucked up into her waiting womb, and only a tiny fraction of a fraction had any chance of inseminating her egg—if she even was ovulating—and even then the fertilized egg would have to attach itself and sustain itself throughout the whole pregnancy. Never a given, that.

So Lois reveled as her booty grew, moaning like a whore as each shot of semen was spat into her slick slit. She rubbed her cum-filled pussy as she rode Blaze's cock, her muscular ass slamming down into the demon's abs, dropping low like a stripper. When Blaze was behind her, pushing hard, the reporter could feel her cheeks clap now, fat jiggling as the buttocks were smashed together by the seismic waves of their fucking.

Yet as the reporter's phone chirped that it was time to rise for work, and her muscles ached in pain and protest from hours of non-stop fucking, bladder threatening to let go at any moment, stomach rumbling with hunger, barely able to keep her eyes open, she knew all good things must end...