Blaze Begs To Worship Lois Lane's Ass

Which was how Lois Lane found herself tits-down on the floor, braced on her knees, ass in the air as the demon slathered her big, bouncy butt with a long tongue.

"I know this ass is of my own making," the demon said, in between love-nips on the reporter's much broader backside. "But when you talk like that...by the dark gods, I could worship an anal slut like you all night long, if you'd let me!"

Lois Lane's heart leaped. That's what she was waiting for.

"You promise?" The reporter asked. "You'll fuck my butt all night long, even if I beg you to stop? You won't pull out and fuck any of my other holes?"

"Yes! By my name, I swear it! I'll breed this ass to the exclusion of everything else!" The scarlet succubus sounded crazed, shivering with anticipation, and Lois could almost feel that her erection was straining, ready to burst.

"Then do it," Lois said, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. "Fuck my slutty ass, right on until morning!"

When our agreement ends, the reporter did not add. And every chance of pregnancy is gone!

The only question was: could Lois Lane's ass withstand that much fucking.

Her knuckles were white as the demon's dick pressed back against her cum-filled back passage. Lois hissed as it slid in to her fresh-fucked hole. It felt even bigger than before...or perhaps her anus, having been fucked once, was now even more sensitive. The demon for her part sighed in utter satisfaction, hands on the reporter's wider hips as she began a steady pistoning fuck, diriving her dick in balls deep, slapping her dangling nuts against the reporter's labia with the steady pace of a marathon runner...and Lois Lane knew she couldn't just sit there idly, not if she was to keep up the act.

So she ignored the pain in her ass as she lifted her tits up off the floor, to throw her ass back against what felt like a fleshy tree-trunk pushing its way into her stomach. Allowed herself to pant, tongue lolling out of her mouth. To moan like the absolute bitch-slut-whore she was pretending to be, smiling and rolling her eyes as the demon slapped her ass hard, ignoring the stabbing prick that plunged into her bowls, the burning friction that built up around her poor abused asshole.

As the minutes turned into an hour, Lois felt herself panting for real, sweat dribbling down her arms and legs, pussy leaking. Blaze growled and grunted, hot liquid seed bursting out around her plunging dick, the demon cumming and not even slowing her anal ****, and the reporter knew she had to up her game somehow...there was still at least an hour until dawn, maybe two, and if she could just keep Blaze focused on her butt...just play up the slut a little more...

"Hmm, fuck I love it deep," Lois said. "I love to feel your seed shoot into my hot fuckhole. Does it feel good? Does it feel good to ruin my ass? It's all for you, you know. I can't imagine anyone fucking my ass as good as you do. You're the master of my butt, it's your own personal property...Great Caesar's ghost, I think my ass is taking the shape of your big fucking cock...you're going to turn me inside out..."

On and on, Lois kept up a steady barrage of chatter, and Blaze was into it, stroking harder and faster, shivering with increased desire, scratching the reporter's ass with her nails, leaning down to fondle the reporter's dangling tits...and then Lois said the exact wrong thing.