Blaze Is Only Getting Started

"Now that you're empty," Blaze whispered in the reporter's ear. "I guess it's time to fill you up again."

Lois Lane made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat, like a dog at the veterinarian's, eyeing the needle.

The demon backed onto the toilet, sitting down heavily, and slid the reporter's slit onto her erect prick. Lois was unable to suppress a sigh as the demon pressed her prick home, the cock so deep inside of her, the warm, strong hands releasing her legs so that they could maul her tits.

"Tell me truly, Lois—isn't this nice? Just the two of us. To be honest, I like the feel of my cock in your cunt. It feels...right. Like coming home."

"It's not your home," Lois said, leaning back against the demon as the crimson hands grasped and crushed her breasts. "This is a...one time thing. Quid pro quo. Nothing more."

"No?" The reporter could hear the false-hurt in that tone of voice. "You don't think at night, when you're all alone, you'll close your eyes and think of me? Picture my cock splitting your pretty little pussy? My balls smashing against your labia? My seed shooting up into your womb?"

As she talked, the demon began to move faster, more violently, forcing her dick up and down, pushing it in and out of the reporter's pussy. And Lois...Lois lay there, her body hot, humiliation burning in her cheeks at how good it felt to have something in her pussy, to hear sweet words, even if they were from a venomous tongue.

"Perhaps I should leave you something to remember me by," the demon mused, huffing gently. Lois recognized that the demon was getting close. "Yes, I think after all that you have surrendered tonight, I will give you a gift. Something just for you."

Lois Lane shuddered, and only half in pleasure. She had no idea what deviousness that the devil had planned. The scarlet succubus had already gotten everything she wanted from this night—hadn't she? Lois Lane was fucked, defiled, humiliated, quite possibly impregnated. What further degradation could this gift bring? What final surrender did she truly desire?

And, Lois thought to herself glumly. What price will I pay for it?