Blaze Gets Wet

The reporter's heart pounded in her chest. Her massive cock ached it was so stiff...and there was a pressure growing in Lois Lane's crotch. She felt like she was going to explode at any moment. Meanwhile Blaze lay beneath her, the once-mighty demon quivering and whimpering, all the fight gone out of her, tears in her pure white eyes. Utterly helpless, at the reporter's mercy...

...and for just a moment, Lois Lane hesitated. Even with the unfamiliar sensations flooding her body, this strange appendage that almost begged to bury itself in some soft, hot, wet slit, a tiny part of Lois told herself that this was wrong. That this was ****. Breathing hard, her body on fire as with a fever, the reporter dropped her eyes from Blaze's...and then she saw something that changed her mind.

Blaze's cunt. Her hairless, scarlet slit. Like someone had run a knife along the softest, ripest peach in the world. No sign now of the balls that Lois had bitten off, or the cock that Lois had stolen...but it was wet. Utterly dripping. The red thighs spread, the buttocks lifted, as if offering itself to the rigid vein-covered monster cock.

"You slut," Lois said as she used both hands to lower the tip of that rigid bar toward Blaze's pussy. "You're fucking drenched. You want this as bad as I do. Fucking demon cocksocket. I'm going to turn you into my personal fucking jizzbucket..."

The words tumbled out of the reporter's mouth, her whole body shaking. The pressure inside of her body was growing until it passed the point of pain. The reporter hissed as her cock pushed its way past the demon's soft labia, into the tight tunnel...and then Lois lost all control of herself.

Her hips thrust forward as though she had been pulled. Blaze's back arched as the whole of the thirteen-inch monster buried itself inside of her in one slick movement...and Lois gave a little scream as something burst inside of her. The reporter's own pussy spasmed as something pushed its way out....and the reporter lay buried inside of Blaze, panting, unable to process the new sensations that swarmed her brain.

Gently, she reached down behind her...and felt something between her legs, still slick from her pussy-juices. A fleshy sac containing two infinitely sensitive, sore, but ovoid masses. Like her cock, they were bigger than human—the size of ripe lemons—and Lois moaned as she felt the new grown testes beginning to produce sperm.

"Don't worry, sweetmeat," Blaze said softly...and there was something different about her voice now, softer, more feminine, almost demure. Lois looked down at the demon...and blinked. Had Blaze's horns always been that small? When Blaze had first revealed herself, Lois had noted how vivid and blood-red her skin had been, but now the soft skin was a kind of rose pink...the body less harsh angles and muscles and more soft, inviting curves, the breasts a little bigger and softer. She even looked shorter, which should have been impossible...not that any of this should have been possible...

"You'll get used to it. In time."