Lucy Lane Got The Text

LL2: Got it. Hang tight.

Four words, but that was enough. Lois breathed a sigh of relief. The pregnant reporter slid the phone beneath the sheet and leaned back into the fuck, Blaze completely oblivious as she buried her crimson cock in and out of Lois Lane's asshole with such obvious pleasure that Lois wondered if the demon was thinking of taking up permanent residence.

"By Lucifer, I love this ass," Blaze cooed. She leaned low over Lois, her breasts pushing into Lois Lane's back, her hands reaching down to cradle the swollen belly. "I think I need to knock you up more often. What do you say? Be my little breeding bitch?"

Lois looked over her shoulder, where the scarlet succubi's face hovered.

"Why don't you take that big dick," she said through clenched teeth. "And fuck your own ass?"

The reporter's bravado was burst a bit when the demon's hands slid up to the reporter's hanging breasts. Scarlet thumbs and fingers gripped her nipples hard. The puffy, swollen nips were sensitive—sore—and yet Lois couldn't but let out a gasp as she felt something move inside of her, a pressure that built and built...and then golden drops appeared to bead around the now-darker-than-normal areola.

Blaze grinned.

"Fight if you want. Your body is already surrendering to me. The babies make your body think it's pregnant...and I think you're going to make one hot milf."

A tongue flicked out to the reporter's ear.

"But now, it's time to feed the babies."

Crushing the reporter's breasts in her hands, Blaze began to piston her cock in and out of the reporter's asshole. The reporter felt her body tense up as the burning built up in her asshole. Even with lube, the demon was going too hard, too fast, and Lois buried her head in the sheets and bit into a pillow to keep from crying out in pain. She could almost feel her asshole being turned inside out, gripping the swollen shaft so tightly that it was half-pulled out with each stroke, the head of the cock punching deep inside of her, as if trying to pop into her lower intestine...and beyond that, Lois could feel the slap of the swinging testicles against her pussy, and her weight was resting on her belly, the things within squirming at the added pressure, agitated by the frenzied fucking.

Tears ran down the reporter's eyes and her jaw ached, her ass on fire by the time Blaze began to grunt, burying her cock painfully deep in Lois Lane's asshole, which felt absolutely shredded. A dull, liquid heat filled the reporter's bowels...and she could even feel the uncomfortable pressure as it was **** deep into her bowels, where the growing demonic spawn inside her would smell it and seek it out.

Hurry, Lucy! Lois thought. I don't know if my ass can take another pounding like that.