She Gives It Her All

Lois Lane had never believed that anyone could fuck their way into her heart. She was, after all, a modern woman. Not some vapid, inexperienced, romantic young thing that would fall to worship the first good kisser to come by. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter had hopes and dreams beyond the next climax, and when she had set out tonight to find those missing women, they had not included getting knocked up or seduced by a literal demon that had crawled from hell.

Yet...

She lost track of time, as they coupled. For all her strength, for all of her intensity, Blaze was exceedingly gentle. Her cock never again hit the reporter's cervix. Her hungry mouth explored every inch of the reporter's body. The hot hands caressed Lois Lane's body in a way the human woman had never felt before. An electric tingle ran through her flesh and lingered. A dull heat built up that did not fade. It spread out from her groin, and Lois tossed and turned, burning as though with a fever, but it wasn't unpleasant...just a constant, terrible, prolongation of sexual heat. The white eyes were so bright beneath those dark horns, Lois was sure they could see through her skin and caressed the reporter's naked soul.

The first climax caught Lois unawares, mere minutes in. A sudden spasm that became an eruption throughout her body. Like an avalanche, the first twinge deep inside her pussy turned into a body-wide contract, every muscle seized at once, her fingers dug like claws into Blaze's back, and an animalistic cry gushed forth from the reporter's lips.

She had barely begun to unwind from that when a familiar twinge told her the next one had begun.

It must have been hours as Blaze worked the reporter's body like a musician with a favored instrument. The scarlet succubus seemed to memorize every single nerve, and try to fight it as she could, Lois was defenseless. A slight pressure to the back of the knee. A nipple twist. The flash of a tongue along the inside of her left eyelid. There was no way for Lois to keep the demon out of her, no part of her inviolate...and the slightest, most insignificant touch would trigger another of those sanity-blasting climaxes.

Instinctively, Lois Lane tried to fight. It was her every instinct, her every desire to get away, to not submit, to not fall in love. Her traitorous body might cum over and over, but the reporter told herself that she was master of her own mind and heart, that a million orgasms couldn't make her give up on her hopes and dreams...

Blaze had the reporter on her side, cock still slowly slid in and out of the woman's well-oiled cunt. Her swollen red balls brushed against Lois Lane's thigh with every stroke, and the scarlet succubus held the reporter's left leg straight in the air, so that she could lick the sole of her foot, an act that earlier in the night would have seemed disgusting, but now felt like mere foreplay.

A terrible thought wiggled into Lois Lane's mind then. A seed that could spell her utter damnation. The first chink in the impenetrable defenses she had built around her heart.

I wonder if Blaze likes that? Lois wondered.

All this time, Lois had been so caught up in the superhuman sexual performance, so wrapped up in her own sensations, she had never given any thought to how Blaze might feel. Now that the thought finally occurred to her, Lois realized that in all the hours of this inhuman lovemaking marathon, the demon had not cum once. That she had been so intent on the reporter's pleasure that she had given no thought to her own.

A pang ran through Lois Lane, and she wasn't sure if it was love or pity that made her do what she did next.