Sweet Nothings

"By Lilith...so tight, so hot, so wet...I want to be lost in these depths forever...I have lived a life of sin and misery in the bowels of hell only to enter this heaven..."

Angelica Blaze was whispering to herself, Lois realized. Softly, probably **** that she was even doing it, a constant stream of consciousness speech narrating their slow lovemaking. The reporter grinned and bit her lip, flexing her back and drubbing her ankles against the dickgirl's backside a little harder, encouraging her to go faster and harder.

"...by the dark gods, this pussy, this ass...if I had a soul to sell for this cunt, I would do it; set aside my crown and throne, free all the souls at my command; foreswear immortality itself for a mortal life of plugging these holes until my heart gave out...may the Nazarene piss in my veins, and I would welcome such **** gladly if she would welcome me once more into this holiest of holies..."

The reporter found herself panting, the dickgirl's strange, heartfelt pleas tugging at her. There was something sad and endearing in the quiet whisper. Lois wondered if the dickgirl had ever actually made love with anyone before. Certainly, a...woman with her equipment would have been fucked any number of times, but this kind of slow, intimate two-backed beast...maybe not.

Lois gasped as the cock touched deep inside of her, thrusting almost to the entrance of her womb, farther than any past lover had ever gone. She could feel the two cocks or whatever they were sliding against each other, her ass burning, not so much in pain as from the unaccustomed stretching, and the novel sensation was turning her on as much as Blaze's sweet nothings.

"...close...so close...oh how I wish I could pump my seed deep into her womb, to defile her cunt, but that would be too far...gods, I want to **** her cunt and ass so badly, but if I inseminate her she will hate me and then...then...she will never again allow me this intimacy, this friendship, this bliss...by Satan I can't, I can't..."

The dickgirl's hands were gripping Lois Lane's hips tightly now, and the reporter could feel a weird throb in whatever was penetrating both her holes. They were both moving faster now, Lois pulling against her bonds, wishing for a moment that she could hug Angelica too her and whisper it was okay, that she could cum inside her, that this was only the beginning and it would all be all right...

Why not? Lois thought, breath huffing, torso heaving off the bed as the strokes got shorter and harder, the dickgirl pounding both her holes with bare restraint now. I mean, would it really be so bad? She wants it so much...