A Dozen Orgasms Should Do It

Twice on the bed. Against the wall. Driven across the carpet like a wheelbarrow. On her side, one leg in the air. On a chair. With a finger in her ass. On top of the kitchen table. On the floor after the kitchen table's legs gave out.

Until her cunt was red raw, little bloody tears in her labia. Sticky and damp, dripping with spunk. Body covered in scratches. Bite marks on her breasts. Hickies on her neck.

Rolling over in the shattered remains of the kitchen table, with Lois on top.

"I love how your dick is still so hard," the reporter bit her lips, hips grinding even though her cunny felt like hamburger. It hurt so good...

"What," the demon Blaze panted, "the fuck is even going on?"

Lois Lane squeezed her lover's tits together. There were a few bite marks on Blaze's nipples too.

"Just one more," the reporter said. "I really need it."

"No, seriously," the demon said. Her blood-red skin had faded to a dusky rose, and Blaze's face looked drawn and haggard...but her dick was still stiff, and Lois Lane's quim moved up and down with an obscene squelch. "This isn't normal."

"I've been on a dry spell, okay?" Lois punched the demon in the left tit. The reporter squeezed her pussy, the need still driving her on. Parts of her pussy felt numb, and the rest were screaming in pain with every movement. She could feel the head of the dick deep inside of her, and wanted to feel one more burst of jizz to help get her off. "Give mommy a little more milk."

"I don't...I don't think..." The demon's pure white eyes looked glassy and dull. "I don't know if I've got anything left."

The reporter growled. Blaze no longer had her head in the game. But Lois knew how to get around that...

"You mean this mere mortal's pussy had defeated the big, bad, demon dick?" Lois dug her hands into Blaze's little tits, squeezing as hard and rough as she could. "When you came in here, you were cock-of-the-walk, talking all that good shit about knocking me up. Is this all you can do? Maybe I should call Superman to come and finish the job, if you're not dickgirl enough to do it."

Now it was the demon's turn to growl. Her hands grabbed the reporter's hips and lifted her up just enough so that the scarlet succubus could thrust upwards, as if pounding a stake in a vampire's heart. Lois Lane shook with the driving prick that threatened to punch straight through her womb. It was like some hardcore version of the magic fingers, her whole body shaking.

"Y-y-y-yeah!" Lois groaned. "M-m-m-make m-m-m-e fee-ee-ee-l it!"