They Both Beg

"FUCK!" Lois and Blaze roared together.

"Just let me—"

"I need you to—"

The rutting paused. Just for a moment, a heartbeat, the eyes locked onto each other, demonic dick buried in human cunt. Hearts thundered in their chests, lungs billowed as they greedily sucked in air. Something passed between them then, an unspoken meeting of the minds...or hearts...or just genitals, crammed together, finally arriving at the conclusion of what they both obviously wanted.

Their lips came together. One hot breath shared between them. Their tongues met and wrestled, neither of them yet willing to give an inch. Both of them locked together, breasts pushed against each other...and now their hands were roaming over each other's bodies, Lois crushing those small red tits, Blaze grabbing the reporter's tight little ass as though her very existence depended upon it.

They left behind any semblance of rational thought as their humping became more frenzied. Lois Lane's pussy clamped down like a vice, the swollen cock plunging in and out of it only with difficulty despite the demon's superhuman strength, the flared head of that cock scraping against those spots inside the reporter's tunnel that made electric shivers run up her spine. Heat burned inside both of them now, bodies hot and sweating, hair wild, saliva thick in their mouths, and still their hurried fucking increased in pace, both of them barrelling forward until...until...

No two events happen at exactly the same time in this universe. Yet who was there to say which came first? Whether it was the splash of the boiling hot jizz hitting the entrance to her womb that finally triggered Lois Lane's pussy to clench and the silver lights to dance in front of her eyes, or whether the squeeze and tremor of the reporter's pussy is what finally caused the demon to release her long-hoarded seed.

They came, if not together, then within seconds together. Black bursts of corruption erupted inside the reporter's cunt like an obscene fountain, and Lois Lane shook and shivered like the damned murderer on the electric chair, her convulsing cervix opening and closing to swallow gout after gout of potent jizz into her fertile womb.

Time for them was measured in heartbeats, and rope after rope of jizz...and did not end when the bedframe, shaken past all endurance by the unaccustomed activity, finally collapsed with an audible crash. The impact sent the tip of the demon's spear straight into the reporter's cervix, and she broke the kiss to utter a painful yelp...and then collapsed herself on top of her lover, the swollen prick acting as a stopper to keep the demonic cum deep inside her painfully pounded pussy.