Nothing Interrupts Their Fuck

Alone in the darkened theater, Lois watched Humphrey Bogart play at the roulette table as she was bent over the seat in front of her. Behind her, Blaze was humping hard. The cock was sliding in easily now, Lois Lane's pussy a slick wet channel, their accumulated mess dripping onto the floor to add to the sticky mess of spilled soda and popcorn butter.

The demon's thrusts were now so hard that she was slamming the reporter's thighs into the hard plastic back of the chair...and Lois didn't care. It had been a long time since she had been fucked with such energy, such abandon. She didn't mind admitting that what had started out as a kind of duty had turned into...a bit of fun. The reporter was gasping in pleasure as her pussy was pummelled, and there was that damn Nazi on screen again...

Lois slid up on her toes, just enough so that her clit pressed hard against the edge of the chairback. Blaze almost seemed to understand what Lois was doing, and ceased thrusting and started grinding. Her hips dug into the reporter's ass, pussy swirling inside, rubbing that clit hard against the chair back....hard and fast, faster and faster, and Blaze's fingers pinched Lois Lane's nipples harder and Lois was just on the edge when she felt the demon's hot lips on the side of her neck, biting down and sucking hard.

She moaned, high and loud enough that the projection booth could hear Lois Lane cum. Her pussy clamped down, sucking, and as if on cue Blaze began pumping hard again, harder than before, thrusting recklessly in the climaxing cunt, and then La Marseillaise began to play and Lois felt Blaze clutch her tight as the demon's cock spewed her hot spunk into the reporter's fertile depths.

They sank back onto the chair, catching their breath, only half-watching the film.

"That was...wow." Lois said.

Blaze's hands were on the reporter's shoulders, massaging gently.

"Wow indeed," the demon said. There was a moment as they both stared at the screen. Rick was being **** to close the club.

Lois felt...oddly comfortable. Sitting on Blaze's cock, her pussy full of sperm, those strong hands working some of the stress out of her shoulder muscles. Even though she knew that she'd fulfilled her purpose...that Blaze was technically a demon and almost certainly pure evil...a part of her mind was wandering down untrodden paths. She tried to push it out of her mind. There was no way a romance between the two would work, they only had this night...

...and Lois realized that the cock inside of her actually was still hard. The reporter could feel it, though she only half-believed it.