We Can Talk About Babies Now

The scarlet succubus reached behind her and, not ungently, but not unfirmly, gripped Lois Lane's balls.

"You know, earlier tonight, I would have been happy with a one-night stand. A momentary chink in your offer. To leave you sullied and used. Now?" Blaze said, as her free hand caressed Lois Lane's own cock-stuffed slit. "I want a commitment."

"You're...look, Angie, this is fun, and we definitely need to talk more especially if either of us is knocked up, but I can't just...fall in love at the drop of a hat!" Lois insisted. "And besides, those women are out there, and if they fell into the pool and transformed like I did..."

The reporter's voice broke off as Blaze's middle finger found the reporter's clit. Between that and the hot fingers that cupped her balls, Lois could feel the blood begin to fill her cock again. Unfamiliar pain distracted Lois as her softening shaft reversed course, the tired muscle growing firm again inside Blaze's sperm-filled slit.

"Sounds like we both have something we want," Blaze said, and she rubbed the reporter's clit and the smooth, ultrasensitive underside of Lois Lane's balls with perfect coordination. "Look, I'm not saying I want you to marry me. I just want a binding oath that we be exclusive lovers, our bodies ever open to one another, mystically bound body and soul to fulfill our carnal desires for all time."

The demon paused to let that sink in.

"Without protection. I am ovulating, after all," Blaze said, almost as an aside. "And in exchange, I'll take you straight to those lost cunts! Now that I have the...scent...of the pool's magic, I can find them easily!"

The reporter blinked. A bead of sweat ran down her brow. She stared up at the slim, graceful Satanic slut whose genitals were so fully entwined with her own. Lois Lane realized that even after ejaculating her virile load into the reporter's fertile puss, the scarlet shaft had stayed hard inside of Lois Lane. Even as Blaze smiled down at her, the last vestiges of the demon's mask, her veneer of civility and refinement, dropped away.

She's a hard, wet, baby crazy demonic dickgirl in heat, Lois realized. With that realization came further realizations. This is why she's been desperately trying to get in my pants all night! She must be in some hellish heat! She wants to fuck and get fucked! It's all she can think about! No wonder she's been after me so hard...not that I'm any better. I've been acting like the slutty star of some cheap internet erotica story. The kind with plot holes Superman could drop a planet through.

Blaze quivered with tension. Her slim scarlet hips began to gyrate a little, the big cock grinding inside the reporter's cunny, the reporter's own stiff prick achingly hard inside the tight twat of the lust-crazed succubus.