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Chapter 17 by Zeebop Zeebop

Does Lois Wait, or...What?

Lois Tries To Reason With Blaze

It had been a long dry spell for Lois Lane's sex life, before tonight. Blaze's cock had filled her pussy like nothing before, and the reporter had reveled in the idea of having sex all night, like some horny lovestruck teenager. But now that an orgasm or two had cleared her head, she knew that was an impracticable goal. Fucking all night was something for people to dream about who couldn't last ten minutes without cumming with their own hands.

"Look...Blaze, honey, darling," Lois said. "I love your cock. But don't you think this is overdoing it a bit? I mean, even if I'm not pregnant yet..."

"I would sense the new life formed inside of you," the demonic dickgirl growled.

"...there's no reason we have to try and get me knocked up tonight, I mean, I may not even be ovulating..."

"You are," Blaze confirmed, burying her cock deep. Lois shuddered as she felt her pussy stretch on that final, thickest part of her dick, right down at the base where she could feel the balls press against her labia.

"...you can fuck my ass!" Lois cried out, desperately.

The demon paused.

"Really?" Blaze asked.

"Yes! Absolutely! Lube it up and go slow!" Lois felt that this was some sort of moral victory, just to give her pussy a rest for a little while.

"Have you ever...had anyone else...up there?" The dickgirl pressed, her fucking completely stopped now.

"N-no," Lois admitted, honestly. "You'd be my first. I was saving my anal virginity for...ah, well..."

"Your one true love," Blaze hissed, voice suddenly trembling with expectation. If anything, the cock inside Lois Lane felt harder.

Well, less "one true love" and more "when I'm really horny and on the rag," The reporter told herself. She honestly hadn't expected Blaze to be so romantic about the whole situation.

"In that case, it will be my honor," the demon withdrew her cock from the reporter's well-fucked pussy, and Lois breathed a sigh of relief. Then she felt those hands spread her cheeks apart, and the tiny sphincter trembled as it realized what it was getting into. "Now...let's get you cleaned out."

Does Lois Handle This On Her Own?

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