Lois Loses Her Soul To Blaze

In desperation, Lois Lane looked into Blaze's face—and saw something there. Something she didn't expect. Not malice or glee or triumph, but...hope. ****, pathetic hope. Breathless anticipation. The demon's whole body trembled, and there was fear and want and need in that, and...

...Lois didn't know if a demon could love. But she could tell when somebody needed something so badly, that they would do absolutely anything to get it. The reporter had never known anyone that needed her as badly as Blaze needed her in that moment.

She pushed her cock in as deep as she could. Watched Blaze bite her lower lip to keep from moaning out as the fatter part of her pecker spread the demon's cunt. Closed those eyes and relished the bliss of getting filled so hard, so deep. Lois Lane wondered if she had ever been fucked like that. If she had ever experienced that kind of fulfillment, with anyone.

And if she could make Blaze make that face again.

Maybe that was what pushed her over the edge. That let the control slip, just for a moment. Not the heels pinning her inside that scarlet slut's slot, not the hard prick driving her insane with the need to blow her load in any warm hole. No one had ever wanted Lois like Blaze wanted her.

Wanted her cum in her cunt.

Wanted her baby in her belly.

Wanted her body and soul.

Hot jizz painted the mouth of Blaze's womb white. Lois grunted as her balls contracted, lost for a moment as string after sticky string of semen pumped out of her cock. It went on longer than before...much longer. Until the base of Lois Lane's cock began to ache, and her cock began to sputter and spit, utterly empty, though the cock continued to try and ejaculate. Ghost loads, she had heard men call those. The body still trying to impregnate when there was nothing left.

Until Lois collapsed, panting into those arms, crushed against those breasts. Blaze held her as though she would never let her go.

"Now," the demon said. "You're mine. And I have such plans for us..."