Split Her Open

"You know," Angelica Blaze said, as she stared down at the tar pit she had made of Lois Lane's pussy. "I really thought I could hold myself back. That I could just play it cool. After all, you're so into it...and you've got so much of my cum in your fertile snatch...I don't even need to fuck you at this point. Not like those other bitches."

Lois panted, breasts heaving. She was still lying on the toilet, legs spread and touching the sides of the stall, her pussy held open by her hands. Blaze was holding her cock just an inch away, and Lois could feel the heat start to radiate from her genitals.

"Others?" the reporter said.

Blaze's outline wavered, shifted. Like the heat haze on a highway during the summer, her whole body went indistinct for a moment, a great blurry blob in Lois Lane's vision...and when it resolved itself, her lover was different.

It was still Angelica Blaze; Lois recognized the features on her face, the small breasts, the slim build and arms...but her whole body was red, deep red, like blood on parchment, criss-crossed by little red scars. Black horns reared back from her forehead, and her eyes were white-on-white, without pupil or iris. And her cock...

Before, Blaze's cock had been large, but human. Now it hung off of her like some fat alien worm, four inches in diameter at the base, so long and thick that the demon had to hold it aloft with both hands, and the dangling balls underneath were the size of oranges.

The demon pressed the swollen glans of her crimson cock to Lois' gaping pussy.

"All those little sluts, here for their daily dose of cock...none of them could handle me. They had so much fun, they died." Angelica hissed.

"If you stuck that thing in them, no wonder," Lois whispered...and there was a new, dark thrill as she stared at the impossible cock. It was too big for any human cunt, it would rip right through the uterus and keep on going, gutting her like a fish. She shouldn't find that sexy...she should fear for her life...but Lois' pussy quivered, black jizz burbling as a little more of it was slurped into her cervix.

I think I just came a little.

It was the heat of the moment, Lois knew that. Sex and ****...and Lois Lane had always been something of an adrenaline junkie. This was worse than getting pregnant, this was her life on the line. Even the thought that Blaze had fucked women to **** was just...it just seemed to turn her on even more.

"Do it," Lois whispered. "Split me open."

"My pleasure." The demon hissed, pressing forward.