Lois Likes What She Sees

The reporter looked into her mirror-self's eyes. As warped and strange as the other Lois was in the mirror, the double-reflection in their irises showed her what she truly was. A cock-hungry slut. Short and stacked, with big tits and a big ass. Getting fucked from behind by a big cock that stretched her slutty little hole. About to knock her the fuck up.

The other Lois stared in terror and disgust.

Lois liked that.

"It's me," she breathed, her lips mashed into the glass as the person pounding her pussy put their hand against the back of her head, forcing the reporter's face hard against the glass. She squeezed her cunt tight around the hard plunging cock, almost willing it to spurt its load into her waiting womb, to knock her up. To send the other-Lois over that final ledge of despair.

Then it happened.

The cock plunged deep. Balls slapped against the reporter's thighs and grew taut. In the mirror, the other-Lois looked like she was about to cry as the hot seed surged into her slutty-self's cunt. Their mouths opened in a nearly identical moan, lips pressed against the glass, as though for just a moment they were one.

Red hands pulled Lois back away from the mirror. Pulled her upright, one arm across the reporter's chest to served as a shelf for those swinging tits, the other crawling down to play with her cunny, still stuffed full of red cock. Lois panted as she stared at her lover...skin red like blood. Dark horns curling back from her brow. Pure white eyes, with no pupil or iris. Her skull curved back gracefully, like the bust of Nefertiti, and her lips curled into a half-secret Mona Lisa smile.

One scarlet finger slid into the reporter's cunt, between the cock and her walls. Letting jet black jizz drip down onto the floor.

"I like this version of you, Lois," the demon whispered in the reporter's ear. Lois could feel those lips brush her earlobe, even as she saw her other self struggle...or was she really quivering, lost in the aftermath of orgasm like Lois herself. "But tell me...which one of you is real?"

Lois stared at her other self...and she could almost feel the invisible bond connecting them, through the mirror. Something that the reporter didn't understand, but which tied them together, as if there was one essence connecting them... For a moment, Lois could not tell which one of them was real, and which was the reflection.