Blaze Says No

"No, you're not lying." The demon told the reporter cooly. "And no, I won't trade their souls for your cunt, tight and fertile as it might be. But I have a question for you, Lois Lane: what does it feel like when I fuck and impregnate you?"

Lois' eyes shot open, realization dawning quickly. "I...no! You...you can't..."

Unable to stop herself, the human woman found herself turning around bending over, baring her pussy to the demon. Hand, strong but gentle, seized her wrists, pinning the reporter's hands back. Something hard and warm slid between her thighs, brushing against the reporter's netherlips.

"I can. I will. You will. That was the deal," Blaze pulled her hips back, positioning the head of her dick just in the folds of Lois Lane's vagina. "I've enjoyed our game, Lois. I really hoped to draw this out longer. But you **** my hand—and now, show me the truth..."

The reporter's thighs quivered. Brow furrowed, she struggled against her own traitorous body as it slowly backed up, slipping the demon's hard shaft into her dripping muff. Lois told herself that she didn't want this, that she wasn't doing it, that it was just the magic forcing her to act against her will...but deep down, Lois knew it wasn't that simple.

I agreed to this, Lois bt her lip as Blaze bottomed out inside of her. Part of me wanted this. Then a light dawned in her mind. But so did Blaze.

As their bodies moved together, the demon let go of Lois' wrists as the reporter, knees bent, began to meet her thrusts. It was a freestanding fuck—the two-backed beast, Blaze taking advantage of the position to thrust deep into Lois, balls slapping against the reporter's pudenda.

There was no impatience in their lovemaking, no anger of malice. Lois was not a resigned lump, but moved with Blaze, squeezing her pussy whenever the demon sought to withdraw, urging her on to push deeper, faster, harder...together they found their rhythm, cock sliding easily in and out of cunt, the ancient, primal cycle of the rut.

"Getting close." Blaze murmured, her hands sliding over Lois' hips, getting a good grip as she pushed in and out. "It's going to be a huge load...right up your twat. Paint your womb black. All my dark little swimmers moving toward your egg..."

Lois panted, saying nothing. She had a plan. Not much of one...and the stakes were high...she counted the questions. Lois had asked four, Blaze had asked five. By the terms of the game, there were ten questions total.

Blaze slammed her cock deep inside Lois and grunted. Lois stared into the darkness, imagining the demon's face contorting as she moaned "Oh...oh...oh!"

Something warm filled Lois. She didn't orgasm, but she felt movement inside her body, and knew the oath was taking effect—cervix dipping down to scoop up cum, ovaries probably releasing an egg—traitorous body to keep an oath Lois wish she had never made. But she did have a slim hope yet...

Whatever else she might be, Blaze was like a man in one way: having short her load, the throbbing demonic cock began to soften and shrink inside Lois. The reporter could feel it slowly withdraw from her fresh-fucked canal. She waited, holding perfectly still, until it felt like it was just about to slip outside of her pussy.

Now, she thought.

"Want to go again?" Lois asked.