Blaze Stirs

Beneath her, the demon stirred.

Lois froze in place, her fingers holding the head of that crimson cock just inside the lips of her pussy. She held her breath, watching the dickgirl succubus beneath her stir ever so slightly in her sleep. The reporter had never really gone in for women much...but she could appreciate beauty when she saw it. The clean, regal planes of Blaze's face, the raw carnality of her unpainted lips drawing into a strange half-smile, the heave of her bosom...

Blaze snored gently, softly, like a cat purring.

The reporter let out the breath she had been holding, and sank onto the waiting cock.

With eyes half-closed, Lois turned her attention inward, to her newfound senses inside her supercunt. She was so much more aware now, of every muscle inside her...and with only the slightest effort, she could pick them out and control them. It was like thinking your entire life that you had been playing a ukelele, and in reality it was a Stradivarius violin.

Or an 8-string guitar, the reporter thought to herself. Because this is definitely more rock'n'roll.

With precise control, Lois caused her pussy to ripple like a snake, the muscles closing around the head and pulling it gentler deeper inside of her, then relaxing slightly, focus shifting to the next stretch of crimson cock. Ahead of the intrusion, she caused her glands to produce more slick lubricants to ease the penetration into her tight passage, knowing without knowing exactly how that these were impregnated with her pheromones and natural stimulants...which Lois could feel take effect as the demon cock swelled within her.

The reporter sank lower, until her pussy hovered only an inch over Blaze's hips, unwilling to let her weight rest on the demon's hips for fear of waking her. She placed her hands on either side of Blaze's body to better balance herself. The cock, though impressive, was far smaller than the black woman's horsecock had been—and more pleasurable; Lois could feel every inch of it inside of her, hyper-aware of its rigidity and shape inside her pussy.

This really feels...wrong, Lois told herself. Like I'm **** her. I don't even know if she has to be awake for this to work. But if she wakes up and fights back...maybe I should...finish fucking her first.

Lois bit the insides of her cheeks, lost in indecision. Her pussy was already pulling and pushing on the cock inside of her, rhythmically trying to milk Blaze's hardon—but the reporter's hips ached, thighs trembling, pussy burning with need. She could probably squat here and eventually get Blaze to have a nocturnal emission...but...

I want to fuck her, Lois realized.