Savage

With inhuman strength, Lois Lane pinned the demon to the ground and straddled her cock. New, strange carnal wisdom filled the reporter's mind—the sexual lore of goddesses who had been old in the ways of love when the Kama Sutra was hot off the scribe's pen. Her hands scratched and pinched at the Blaze's chest instinctively in ways that had the pink tips of the demon's tits hard, and the reporter's enhanced asscheeks gripped and squeezed the cock like she was giving it a massage.

"You want to breed me, don't you baby?" Lois purred, and her voice reached into the demon's brain and pulled levers that the succubus never knew was there. The cock, already hard, grew rigid. The balls drew up tight, muscles milking to fill her vast reservoir, the pure white eyes glowing in sudden, urgent need.

Lois Lane raised her hips. Her pussy brushed against the very tip of that dick, smearing her clit with precum, letting her own honey drip down the swollen length of the scarlet schlong. For a moment, the world faded away, and the two lost each other in their eyes. Not in a battle of wills but in some much more primordial communication. The reporter licked her lips, letting her tongue run slowly over her teeth, the scent of her filling Blaze's nostrils.

"Breed me."

The crimson hips convulsed, driving the scarlet spear straight up and into Lois Lane's cunt as though it would plunge straight through her and pierce her heart. Blaze growled, her hands reached up to paw at the black uniform, groping savagely at the reporter's fat tits.

Lois growled back. Her hands grabbed the demon's horns and held on like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco. They rolled around the floor, crotches pounding into each other in primal need, superhuman muscles flexing as they pushed and shoved for position and advantage. Blaze's mouth frothed at the edges, nostrils flaring, hands squeezing and squeezing the reporter's breasts in a way that would have ripped off the tits of any mortal woman...but Lois Lane only laughed and moaned and twisted, bucking her hips meet the demon's thrusts, roaring with savage pleasure, and giving just as good as she got.

Up above, peels of thunder rumbled through the dance floor. Dust shook from the ceilings into drinks, and the building began to shake, at first slowly, and then with increasing ferocity, the whole floor vibrating, the steel girders swaying visibly, and someone began to scream...

Down below, Blaze had risen into a standing position, Lois braced against a steel girder, pounding forward so hard that the cement wall cracked and the imprint of the reporter's buttocks was slowly hammered into the ancient steel. Lois laughed and draped her arms around the demon's neck, her ankles closing behind Blaze's lower back, her strange wisdom telling her that the moment had arrived.

"Give me your tongue!" Lois ordered, and without waiting her mouth engulfed the demon's, sucking in that long dark forked tongue, lips closing on it as she invited deep inside of her...and in that moment Blaze pushed her cock in as deep as it would go, the whole pussy gripping the cock and thrumming with need, and the demon shot all of her dark life into the welcoming womb that opened to receive it.