Blaze Fucks Lois

The cock slid deeper into Lois' snatch. The reporter grit her teeth, her will to weak to resist the burning need in her cunt. Yet as Blaze moved her dick deeper into the human woman, she began to push her hands forward as well, causing Lois' poor abused asshole to stretch inhumanly once again.

"You may have a hard time believing it," Blaze's voice was dreamy. "But I was a young woman once who dreamed of making love."

The demon let out a sigh of satisfaction as she began moving her cock in and out of Lois' hole, little by little. With her asshole stretched wide by the shemale's hands, the reporter's pussy felt impossibly tight and sensitive to the burning friction of skin rubbing on skin, the edge of her pussy quickly growing warm.

"There was no room for love in the world I lived in, though. Sex was at best a commodity," her voice got distant. "Something to be bought or sold, bartered or stolen."

Lois cried a little, stupid warm tears that blurred her vision. The hands in her colon felt huge, and she could feel the cock moving against them, rubbing her internal walls from both ends. But the maddening thing was that Blaze was moving so slowly! The reporter felt like she was in that place beyond pain, where she just wanted a hard, driving fuck to scratch the itch...but the demonic shemale cock was sliding in and out leisurely, as though she intended to fuck 'til dawn.

"You grow up quick, in those circumstances," Blaze began to move her hands more, sliding them against each other, reaching a little deeper with one hand and then the other, an impossibly gentle double anal fist-fucking. Lois could feel her climax just sitting there, the level of need rising but not the stimulation she craved. In desperation, she began to slip her right hand down toward her crotch...

"But you never forget that first, perfect dream. Not really. Not through all the cocks and cunts in all the centuries...the idea of finding that one perfect partner who wants to share with you...who wants to 'become one'..."

Lois wanted to vomit. She wanted to bang her head against the floor until her skull cracked. Or a fucking jackhammer in her every hole. Anything except this saccharine nonsense... With a sudden thrill of triumph, her fingers fastened onto her clit.

"What about you, Lois darling? What do you want?" Blaze asked.

Lois took a deep breath, feeling the sudden flush of color to her cheeks as she realized she was trying to masturbate to get off where her ass and pussy were filled to capacity. Yet she had to be honest with herself: she wanted to get off. And she had to be honest to Blaze, too.

"I want you to fuck me like one of those nameless skanks you're trying to forget," the reporter said, voice shaking with need. "I want you to fuck me like you just got out of prison. I...I need that."

There was a moment, a heartbeat, of dead silence. Then a deep rumble from behind the reporter, and a sudden stiffening of the cock in her cunt.

"Oh, thank Satan. A woman after my own heart."