No, Lois Fucks Her Hot Demon Wife

Lois was not one to mourn her lot in life. Perhaps whatever magic Blaze had used faded a little, now that the wedding was over, but for a moment Lois felt like her old self. Sure, she had basically signed her life away, and she was going to get pregnant, married to a demonic dickgirl, basically dependent on her new spouse for...everything. But if her life was fucked...there was no reason not to get fucked.

It was her honeymoon, and Lois Lane was determined to enjoy it.

She reached forward and grabbed her spouse's dick.

"Wife of mine," she said. "If we're going to do this—and we are going to do this—then I want us to be properly naked."

The demon blinked...but now that she had lost the initiative, and Lois was so strangely agreeable, Angelica Blaze offered no resistance as they disrobed, climbed on the bed...and then the newlywed wife grabbed the scarlet balls and guided the cock to her mouth.

My wife's cock, Lois thought as she closed her lips around the hot organ. Her tongue slid around the glans, tasting the dick that she would be sucking for the rest of her life. The one that was going to go inside of her. Knock her up with so many babies.

And why not? Lois thought as her head bobbed, getting the dick slick and wet. I mean, I'm married now. That's the point of marriage. Having babies. Giving them a good home. Guaranteed sex. Nobody could call you a slut for fucking your spouse.

Red hands grabbed the reporter's sides...and with a sudden lurch of inhuman strength, Lois felt her lower body being lifted up. It was all that Lois could do not to bite the precious dick right off as her lower body curled backwards, legs falling over Angelica's shoulders...and then she felt the hot tongue lick at her slit, and Lois realized what was going on.

It wasn't the most comfortable position, the reverse 69; Lois could feel her spine complaining at the angle it was bent at...but Blaze's cock was long enough that Lois could brace her hands against her spouse's knees, as the demon's long tongue slid out to lick her wife inside and out. How long they stayed like that Lois didn't know...long enough for the reporter's drool to drip down the full length of Blaze's cock, to seep down her hanging balls, and drip from the swollen sack onto the bedsheets...but at last, demonic patience wore out.

Blaze pulled Lois off her cock. The reporter braced her legs against the dickgirl's shoulders and sat up, so that her crotch was in the demon's face...but Lois knew what her spouse wanted.

"Wait," Lois panted, as she grabbed the dark horns. "Let me do it."

One leg and then the other slid off the demon's shoulders and slid down the outthrust arms, so that most of Lois's weight was supported by her arms and the horns she was holding. Carefully, breathing hard, biceps bulging from the exertion, Lois levered her ass down. Blaze grabbed her ankles and held them nearly at arm's length. Working together, the tip of the demon's dick sank at last into the reporter's cunny.

Up and down. Angelica Blaze stared with strange fascination as her wife lifted herself on and off the cock. Lois panted with the effort, her legs quivering as the demon held her so wide apart that her thigh-muscles were screaming at her. It was like some intense exercise routine, a full-body workout, and the farther down Lois went, the more of that cock slid into her dripping cunt, the closer she came to cumming. Her chest heaved as she raised herself up and down, up and down, faster and faster...and Blaze was drooling openly now, those pure white eyes shining with their own light, enraptured...so much so that she was caught entirely unawares when Lois's head dashed forward, pressing her lips up against the demon's.

"Give me your tongue," Lois said...and now the demon pressed her mouth against her wife's, and they wrestled together...there was only one thing that would make this moment more perfect.