Pride

The demon pronounced her sin with relish...and began to flex her limbs, up and down, up and down, slowly. Lois Lane's hands clung to the demon's abs, feeling Blaze gently buck beneath her, the throbbing cock buried inside the reporter's cunt twitched and hitting the walls of Lois' channel.

The reporter hated it. Hated the way the way the demon taunted and teased her, hated the way just touching her body made her skin want to crawl away, hated the terrible feeling of uncleanliness that filled her. At the moment she wanted nothing so much as to scrub herself inside and out with a wire brush, thrust it inside and out until ever trace of the demon was removed from her, until the brush emerged from her cunt red and bloody...

But she held on. Because Blaze was right about her. Lois did have her pride...and it would not allow her to admit defeat, not to this unholy hermaphroditic thing. She would prove to her, and to herself, that she could do anything.

The demon's mocking laughter was like a buzzing in Lois Lane's brain. Blaze was flexing her entire body now, thrusting up with her hips so violently that Lois was being jostled and tossed, and she had to cling to the demon to avoid being thrown off of her dick entirely. It was like trying to ride a bucking stallion, except the human woman could feel her wet slit traveling up and down the demon's dick with every flexion.

Blaze was fucking her.

And Lois knew she could get off at any time. The demon bucked harder, forcing Lois to cling tighter, thighs aching as they clasped Blaze's waist, fingers clamped right below her breasts, so her fingers slid between the demon's ribs. All the reporter had to do was let go, and she would be thrown off, away from the demon. All she would have to do is turn tail and run.

The reporter clamped onto the heaving body of the shemale tighter, cunt squeezing the demon's dick. Her whole body felt somehow unreal now, the itching had progressed to a kind of intolerable burning sensation, her whole cunt on fire like the worse urinary tract infection of her life, and Lois just grit her teeth and clung on, knowing all she had to do was hold out, hold on, a little while longer, until...