Lois Cums On The Demon's Dick

Black rings pierced her nipples. A black ring pierced her clit. A crimson cock pierced her cunt. Yet Lois Lane rode, up and down, bile biting at the back of her throat, skin crawling. The demon's pronouncement ate at her mind like acid, not because it was false but because there was some truth to it. Lois couldn't let this thing beat her...and then it happened.

Her thighs locked in place. Pussy squeezed hard, all the muscles contracting at once. Lois felt her spine stiffen, her abs convulse, fingers lock in place as her whole body froze up on top of the bucking, heaving demon. She couldn't fight it, the sudden lightness in her head, the silver sparks that danced in front of her eyes, lungs emptying themselves out in a single scream that ripped past her teeth.

The **** of the climax obliterated the reporter's thought. There was no past and no future, only this moment...and it stretched on as the demon's dick plunged in and out as much as the reporter's tight cunt allowed, the black rings on her clit and nipples jangling and sending her off on a chain of convulsions. Helpless, unable to do anything except ride the electric waves of pleasure.

Dimly, dimly, Lois was aware of something hot and wet pouring inside of her. Of the bucking beast beneath her growing weaker, lowering her to the ground. Repulsion seized the core of the reporter's consciousness as she realized what had happened...what she, in her pride, had allowed to happen. Her feet touched hard cement, and then her knees. The reporter was still frozen in the rictus of orgasm, unable even to breathe, eyes tightly shut...and Blaze just melted away beneath her, so that Lois Lane knelt there on what felt like a cold cement floor.

With something hot, wet, and sticky drooling out of her raw and ravaged cunt.

How long the reporter knelt like that, she didn't know. But at some point she began to breathe again...and slowly, achingly slowly, her muscles relaxed. Stiff arms touched the cold floor, and Lois gasped, heard herself breathe. Without even opening her eyes, she reached down between her legs...and nearly screamed as her fingers touched the raw and sensitive flesh along her chapped thighs, and felt the hot, sticky goo that was still dribbling out of her.

She brought it up to her face, shaking and shivering with cold and exhaustion...and then and only then opened her eyes.