Blaze Is The Demon

"You're the demon!" Lois gasped in astonishment as Blaze's cock bottomed out in her cunt.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Angelica said, and her teeth lightly bit down on the reporter's ear, sending a shiver through the reporter.

"I figured it out on my own!" The reporter huffed as she felt something press against her labia. They felt soft...warm...she reached back, arching her back and slipping an arm around the dickgirl's legs, her fingers just brushing...yes, they were testicles.

"Very good, Lois," the dickgirl's hands pressed the reporter's shoulders down, fingers kneading her shoulders as though still giving her a massage. "You're right. I am the demon. You'd probably have figured it out sooner, but my pheromones tend to act as an intelligence suppressant."

"Suppress...I'm stupider?" Lois asked as the cock began to slide in and out of her slick channel. Her hole was so hot now, and she could feel her clit pressing against the hard rock.

"Not as such. Just makes it harder to think. I'm sure you can hardly process anything except my prick in your pretty little pussy can you?"

Angelica brought her legs up, feet flat on the stone, her hands holding Lois Lane firmly down against the slope. Now without any restrictions, the dickgirl's ass began to rise and fall easily, her cock slipping in and out of the reporter's cunny faster and faster, slick wet echoes filling the cavern.

"Ugh," Lois grunted. It became a steady refrain from deep inside her throat, every time the dickgirl's balls slapped into her pussy. "Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

I'm being fucked, Lois realized, through the weird haze. I'm being fucked stupid.

"Don't worry, the effect is strictly temporary." Blaze whispered in her ear. "In truth, you took a lot longer to come around than any other woman I've met. Once I've dumped a load or two in your cunt, we can escape from here. A little bit of clean air will fix you right up."

"Fuck," Lois managed. "Fuck a load in my cunt?"

"Hmm-hmm," Blaze hummed. "I've been dying to cum in you all night. Just took a while to wear down your resistance. And I have to say you're worth it. Such, a sweet, tight hole..."

"Not," Lois said. Her forehead crinkled, searching for words. "Not control. Birth. Birth control."

Blaze buried her prick so hard and deep in the reporter's pussy that Lois Lane gave a little yeep as the head of the cock hit the back of her womb. The dickgirl's lips whispered into the reporter's ear.

"Lois. Think really hard. Are you on birth control right now?"

The woman breathed in deep. She could smell Blaze's sweat in the air, all over her body, above the ammoniac reek of that weird river. Strangely musky and intoxicating. Yet she seized on the dickgirl's words. Somehow, the discomfort of the dickhead pressing so deep inside of her helped the reporter concentrate.

"No," she said.

Something like an electric shiver went down Blaze's spine. Lois could feel it through the cock buried so deep in her cunt.

"Well in that case..."