Grind

Grind, grind, thy crotch to mine

Plant thy prick as deep as can be

When hips touch, that is the sign

Now use rub and press my clitty!

Following the demon's advice, Lois thrust hard, until her hips could go no further, and the yellow smile split wider as the reporter began to gyrate her hips, grinding the demon's clit with her body, aching hard-on buried deep inside the demonic snatch.

Slow, slow—let the pleasure build!

Feel her clench you from within,

Wait for her to shiver as if chilled!

Wait until she begs for the next sin!

Lois could feel the pressure build behind her balls—the burning hunk that must be her prostate—and Etrigan's slit clamped and squeezed, trying to milk the shemale of her seed. Lois could feel the need rise, so strange and new...the need to cum.

Yet she kept to the demon's instruction, the slow bumping of uglies, grinding down on that clit, never withdrawing her prick from Etrigan's puss. The demon for her part was showing definite signs of arousal...a kind of pink flush came to the yellow cheeks, and the nipples stood up taut on those wobbling tits.

A..and w-when asked, in throes of desperation,

Be on your guard!

C-cease th-then, all thy gyration,

And fuck her hard!

Lois could barely contained herself as the demon punctuated the final word by grasping the reporter's buttocks with her claws...and then the reporter moved with earnest, sawing the throbbing demonic dick in and out of Etrigan's burning hot hole, feeling as if she would explode at any moment in the frenzy of rapid pistoning strokes...and the demon laughed and purred, dark and low...

Pump and piston, stroke and thrust!

Give in to your lust, that is the key!

Permission is given, heed thou must!

Do as I say—put a baby in me!

The thought rose horror in Lois, more than titillation...she had never even thought of that. After all, she was effectively fucking Etrigan with his...her...their own dick. The thought of that taut yellow baby swollen with its own bastard spawn was...was...

...yet Lois could not stop, even if she wanted, and with one final grab the demon pulled the reporter in deep and held her there until she could feel the sudden explosion...traveling the full length of that cock, the tremendous sense of relief as her ejaculation passed through the tip of her dick, to fill up the freshly-deflowered demon.