No, I Won't

Blaze's nostrils flared at this bit of defiance. Lois met her glare with a wicked smile.

"Beg me for it," the reporter said. "Beg me to plant another seed in my belly. Why else did you create a new fuckhole, except to fuck it? You want this so badly, you will ask me kindly for it."

The demonic dickgirl's jaw worked. Lois read her emotions in her features, for once naked and unguarded here. There was anger there, and haughty pride; terrible, ravenous lust and...just a glint, a hint, a flare of respect and admiration, which Lois thought she might fan into a flame.

"You dare..." Blaze hedged at last.

"Yes I dare!" The reporter's smile broadened. "I'm not just some willless cow! You don't want some stupid bimbo. I'll bet you could find a dozen sluts upstairs to part their legs for that magnificent cock! You want someone else, someone special."

"You think too highly of yourself," the demon's face twisted into a leer. "A bit of fun, a potential incubator, one more mortal conquest for my mighty..."

"Then leave," Lois said, putting her ankles together behind the dickgirl's back. "Prove it. Pull your cock out and go, leaving the job half-finished. You certainly don't need my permission to do that."

Blaze hissed. "I will take no orders from you, trull!"

There was iron in Lois Lane's spine as she pulled the dickgirl forward, the tip of that cock pressing against the entrance to her third hole.

"You can't, can you? Your pride won't allow it. Leave now, and you'll never have another chance. Push forward, and you'll **** me...and that isn't what you want at all, is it? No, you want my permission. And to get it you'll have to beg for it."

The demon growled in response, but Lois studied her face closely and saw that the barb had struck home. Blaze wavered, her cock poised at the entrance to Lois Lane's new fuckhole...and the reporter could not tell, looking at her, which way the dickgirl might go.