Warm Her Up

It was like losing her virginity all over again. That was the only thing Lois could compare it to. The thumping of her heart in her chest. The terrible sense of anticipation and sick feeling of exposure as she parted her thighs. A part of her just wanted it over quickly, and a part of her was afraid of just that.

Because Lois Lane had made a deal with the devil, and the devil was here to collect, her heavy red prick hanging between her crimson thighs.

Blaze looked over Lois as if inspecting a horse. Her left hand scraped gently up the reporter's right thigh, with just the tips of her nails—leaving pale white parallel lines, all the way to the pink labia. The reporter did her best not to shiver, knowing that she had agreed to do this...and that in agreeing, had given up all other options.

The demon lowered herself onto all fours, face in between Lois' legs, ass in the air. Part of Lois expected a thin red tail but...no, it was just a pair of scarlet hemispheres, like a valentine's day heart. That was worse, somehow. More real.

Lois found herself holding her own breath as the scarlet woman buried her nose in the reporter's pubic hair and...sniffed. Breathed deep, nostrils flaring, drinking in the feminine essence. It took Lois aback, somehow, to see such a human, intimate reaction. She had expected a pile-driving fuck, almost a ****.

Instead...Lois felt a warm, wet pressure on her outer labia. A soft, gentle sensation that began just above her asshole, over her perineum, and then spreading wide over her outer lips, leaving a wet trail behind, before running over her clitoris...and then back down again.

Shocked, Lois listened to the gentle lapping as the demon licked her pussy.

As soft and hypnotic as the ocean's tide, but the sensation—Lois had prepared herself to be hammered, howling, to feel the length of Blaze's cock scrape against her womb, to scream and beg and sob and...and...the reporter blushed, realizing her heart was pounding differently now, her nipples growing softly erect, a strange and familiar flush coming over her body, hairs on her arms and neck standing up. Her pussy was wet...

It went on...and on. Lois fought against the growing excitement, digging her nails into her palm.

I don't want this. She told herself as the demon's tongue ran over her traitorous clit, which had emerged from its hood. I agreed to do this, but I'm just doing the minimum necessary to comply. She can't make me like this, she can't make me... Lois dug her nails into her palm to stifle a moan as the tongue changed tactics, brushing past the outer lips and pressing inside.

Now Blaze's head began to bob, the strokes of her tongue becoming shorter and faster. Lois felt those thumbs gently part her curtains, exposing her inner cunt to the demon's attentions. The reporter took a shuddering breath, toes curling as the red woman's tongue pressed slowly deeper, then withdrew. She was still licking, but now the tongue was swirling around rim of her vagina, corkscrewing in, giving lots of attention to the walls of her birth canal.

I've never gotten head this good, Lois admitted to herself as the demon's tongue delved deeper...deeper than any human tongue could manage. As though she was determined to taste every part of the reporter's pussy...or prepare her for something...