Lois Can't Cum

"God fucking dammit!" The reporter swore as she ground her pussy against the demonic dick. She could feel the sticky wetness inside of her, but she didn't care. The climax was so close and yet...and yet...

Her fingers stabbed down onto her clit, rubbing madly. Her free squeezed her tit, the palm engulfing the small breast, fingers pinching and pulling at the nipples. Her hips shook as they rammed themselves against the still-hard cock inside of her, and Lois Lane's pants of pleasure began to give way to mewls of pure frustration.

"Having a little trouble?" The demon said below her.

Blaze's head was on the reporter's pillow, the dark horns curling from her brow scratching the reporter's headboards. Crimson hands kneaded the reporter's tight ass, holding her close, holding that sticky jizz inside the reporter's hot cunt where it could do the most damage.

"I need to cum!" Lois said, and wild-eyed stared down at the scarlet succubus. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing," Blaze said, with a smile on her lips. It was the smile of a cat that got the cream. "You, Lois Lane, are simply sexually frustrated. Your body demands more for release. Of course, if you beg I'm sure I can manage to pump another load of my virile sperm into your fertile cu—"

The reporter's hands caught the thin throat. Her thumbs pressed into the windpipe. The demon's pure white eyes seemed to bulge in their sockets. Down below, she could feel the cock stiffen pleasantly.

"We're going to fuck again," Lois Lane growled. "And I don't care if it means you dump another load of your vile seed inside my cunt, you are not going to stop until I've had enough. Or I'm going to scream for help and have Superman rip your dick off and toss what is left of you into the sun as I pleasure myself with the only part of you that has any further fucking use. Do you understand me?"

At every word, the reporter's grip seemed to tighten. Lois could feel the muscles bunch in her forearms, the desperation building inside of her pussy. She was far past the point of no return, she needed to cum so badly that all reason and rationality were out the window...and oddly enough, she felt some sort of connection with Blaze then, as those crimson hands laid gently on her arms...and Lois felt the strength there, the superhuman muscles capable of breaking her grip easily, of ripping her arms off and fucking her holes with the stumps...and it said something to Lois that a part of her might even be okay with that, if she just got off in the last moments of consciousness.

The demon nodded, horns scratching the headboard. Lois loosened her grip...and as Blaze sucked in a breath, the reporter suddenly wasn't sure what to do with her hands.