She Might As Well Start Picking Out Baby Names

Lois flailed her stumps. Tried to heave her breasts up or to roll over to the side. She railed at her utter powerlessness as the demon's hands gripped her by the waist, the swollen head of the cock sliding up to her pussy, just far enough that she could feel the soft rubber "tickler" of the cockring that was now mounted just behind the glans.

"You should know," Blaze said. "That twins run in the family."

The reporter only grunted. The cock slid deeper inside of her, and she could feel the soft spines of the "tickler" scraping along the walls of her pussy, pushing it farther apart—and Blaze's cock had already been thicker than any other lover she had ever had, though not outside the scope of human pricks in general.

It was the first time Lois had ever experienced one of those sex-toys first hand, and she was surprised at what a difference it made. Normally she had a good judge of how deep a prick was inside her cunt, but now she knew. The soft spines dug into her walls, forcing her to feel where it was...and then the second ring hit the entrance to her pussy, and popped right on through without stopping.

Mute anger flared through Lois Lane. Her head sank into the cleavage of her mighty mammaries as she let herself go limp as a ragdoll. Here she was, fucked like a dog humping a pillow, and what to show for it? With the demon's powers—and the amount of cum she seemed intent to pump inside the reporter's unprotected pussy—Lois Lane had no doubt she might well end up pregnant before the night was through. She might as well start picking out baby names...

The head of the demon's dick hit uncomfortably deep inside of her, and the ticklers of the third and final cockring, right at the base of the demonic dick by the balls, pressed against the entrance to Lois Lane's pussy. Lois huffed as Blaze began to slide her cock in and out. The two ticklers inside of her were tracing out the shape of the dick inside her, increasing the friction of the dick inside her pussy, and each time that Blaze bottomed out, Lois could feel one of the tingler spines press against her clit as the limbless reporter rocked forward on the pillow.

Get a grip, Lane, Lois told herself. Feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to help! You might be fucked, but there might still be hope...

Hope was hard to think of as Blaze picked up the pace of her fucking. Every thrust that bottomed out against the reporter's ass, it felt like Blaze was trying to push that last cock ring straight into the reporter's increasingly sloppy cunt...or maybe to punch the head of her cock right into the reporter's cervix. Lois felt queasy just thinking about that. Like a dog trying to knot its bitch.

Still, Blaze increased the pace, and Lois could feel the hands shift. The demon sled those scarlet fingers up the reporter's back and grabbed her shoulders, a better grip with which to achieve short, deep thrusts—literally pulling the limbless reporter onto her cock.

"Hmph," Blaze grunted. "You know I wish you could be my little fuck-toy forever and always."