Eight Ejaculations and 4 hours, 48 minutes Later

"Nnn...nnn...nnn..."

Blaze grunted. Her cock slapped in and out of the reporter's slit easily, the lips almost lost in the splatter of black goo and froth from nearly five hours of continuous fucking. The case had told on the demon, whose once-rigid prick was now softer, flexing around the middle as she pushed it in, bending and wobbly whenever she drew it out...but Blaze kept pushing rope regardless.

The demon held Lois's right leg to her chest, nestled between Blaze's breasts, while the demon straddled the recumbent reporter's left leg. Lois Lane panted, sweat plastering her hair to her head, eyes baggy and tired. There was something like desperation in the reporter's eyes, and her efforts to meet the dickgirl's thrusts were sluggish and weak.

"Nnn...nnn...nnn..."

"Babe..." Lois rasped between dry lips. She licked them, tasting drops of spunk that had splattered onto her face. "Can...can we take a break? I need...I need to pee..."

The demon's eyes were closed. She seemed to be in a trance, her hips pistoning mechanically, utterly lost in the act of pumping her cock in and out out of the reporter's sticky, spunk-swamped slit.

Lois Lane's eyes grew watery...but she was too tired to cry. Too exhausted to try and pull herself free of the demon's grip...and she had been holding it in for over an hour. Her bladder felt ready to burst...and Lois finally ran out of fucks to give.

With a shudder, she relaxed her lower body...and then winced as her long-held piss burst forth, first as a golden trickle, and then as a pungent stream, dark as apple cider. It burst through the accumulated spunk over her urethra, splashed over the half-hard dick, and finally pizzled against the demon's quivering red thigh. To the reporter in her exhaustion, she felt like a bitch marking her territory on a fire hydrant.

Blaze's eyes opened...she looked down and saw what was happening...and for just a moment Lois felt the cock stiffen, and then the thrusts picked up their pace...

"Nnn...nnn...nnn...nnnnNNNGGHHHAAAAAH," the demon yelled...and Lois didn't even felt the last load burst free from the head of Blaze's prick, deep inside of her. The demon had paused her thrust as deep inside the reporter as she could, urine still splashing against her leg and abs, dousing them both...and then something almost miraculous happened.

The demonic dickgirl smiled. Not her typical Mona Lisa smile, not some hungry grin, but a toothy, satisfied grin of a job well done...and then she collapsed, almost on top of Lois.

"I think I have a new fetish," Blaze declared.

"I think I need a wheelchair," Lois countered.

"You're just dehydrated. We get a shower...and...some ice cream...and I could...go again..."

"Not tonight," the reporter said with terrible definiteness.

"...tomorrow. Or the next day. Let things heal."

The demon turned her head then, and looked at Lois. There was a slyness in her eye that worried the exhausted reporter.

"Hey...how many times did you cum?" Blaze said. "'cause I came...like nine times. I think I counted you...cumming eight. So I...I need to know whether...I owe you one."