A Brief But Fulfilling Break

Blaze's cock began to deflate, but the demon didn't pull out. Her softening prick plugged the reporter's hole, preventing any cum from escaping. The scarlet woman panted softly, black sparks issuing from her fingertips as she held them over the reporter's prostrate form.

"Don't move," she ordered. "I think it's time I fulfilled the second part of our deal."

Lois smiled, heart still thumping from the hearty fuck she had received.

"I want proper pillows for my ass," she said. "A booty that will really clap. But no cellulite!"

"Yes..." Blaze said. "Pillows. Just what I was thinking."

An itch spread across the surface of Lois Lane's bum. Laying on her back, bare skin on the green felt, she resisted the urge to scratch. Instead, she looked down at her breasts, which had slightly flattened and sagged to the side, as tits are wont to do. Yet they still looked so full!

Down below, Lois was aware of a sense of pressure. Like she was squeezing her glutes, except that she knew she wasn't. More than that, the pressure was growing. She could feel her hips being lifted off the table.

The reporter giggled, staring through the valley of her tits as her crotch rose, the growing mass of her ass shifting the reporter's lower ass upwards. She could feel the itch intensify, muscle building, skin stretching, the work of ten thousand squats coming together over ten minutes.

By the time the demon dropped her hands and the itching faded, Lois could see that her hips must be sitting a good three inches above the table. It was like having a pillow under her butt. Her pussy was at an angle now, all the sperm trapped within, near the entrance of her womb.

What's more, she could feel Blaze's cock getting hard again. Demon dickgirl refractory periods must be shorter than for human men. Not that Lois minded. She was getting everything she had bargained for—and the sex wasn't bad either.

"Ready for another go?" Lois raised an eyebrow. "Maybe give my ass a test drive?"