Blaze Commands Lois To Stop

"Ugh, stop it! I command you!" Blaze said.

"Stop what?" Lois said.

"Touching me! Just...take your stupid dick out of me. It's all I can do to keep myself from getting more knocked up." The demon replied. "If I can't concentrate, I'll start to ovulate more, and then I'll never be able to undo this mess!"

Lois Lane hadn't been aware that she could get harder, yet now her erection was stiffer than before. It actually hurt.

"Aw, is the poor widdle scarlet succubus afraid of getting massively pregnant by the mere mortal?" Lois crooned in baby-talk. "Does it hurt your concentration more when I do this?"

The tip of the dickgirl reporter's left index finger had found the demon's butthole, and gently rubbed it. Beneath her hands, the slim scarlet form stiffened.

"S-stop!" Blaze said, even as her pussy clutched Lois desperately tight. "D-don't!"

"Or this?" Lois said softly, as she brought her other hand around, so that her thumb could stroke Blaze's clit.

"Oooh...damn you to Hell, Lois Lane!" Blaze said as she clung to the reporter. The slim scarlet body heaved, the hips moved on their own with a lewd squelch as they gyrated around the stiff cock.

"Or...this..." Lois whispered, and then stuck her tongue in the demon's ear.

Blaze's face twisted into an idiotic mask. In all of her memories, from both timelines, she could not remember anyone being this gentle yet persistent. Sex between demons was violent, a contest for domination; sex with mortals was mere seduction or worship. Yet with so much of her powers at war within each other, Blaze was compartively helpless against the multiple points of stimulation...and it took all of her concentration to keep her ovaries from bursting forth with more eggs.

A wordless moan slipped from Blaze's mouth, and Lois Lane grinned. Her cock was hard, her pussy was wet, and although she had not started her night out looking to impregnate anyone, in the madness of whatever colossal chronological catastrophe she apparently already had...and a part of her wanted more.

"It's really sexy that you're pregnant," Lois whispered, as her fingers continued to work the demon's clit and ass. "Just thinking about you being even more pregnant has me so hard...so excited. What do you say, babe? You want me to really knock you up?"

Maybe it was the pressure of the temporal changes, or the flood of strange magic that had amped her fertility to frightening levels, but for just a moment Blaze felt her resolve weaken.