They Kiss

There comes a time when human rationality breaks down. When the flow of events overtake them, and instinct takes over. Lips sealed. Tongues entwined. One shared breath passed back and forth between them, their hands hugging each other close hips pressed close together, trying to get more of that cock into that cunt, to hold them so tight that they might be mistaken for one living, breathing organism.

The air between them grew hot. Lois Lane's pussy squeezed so tight that the muscles began to ache. She clutched onto the demon's back as though scared she might vanish at any moment. Her whole body quivered, on the edge of...something.

Then Blaze moved within her. The scarlet succubus' hands gripped the reporter tight, pulling her pussy tight against her dick. Yet Lois could feel the hard shaft moving inside of her, as though the demon were drawing it back inside her body and then forcing it out again. Fucking her even as they remained lip-locked in place.

Faster and faster the dick moved inside of Lois, and the reporter wanted to scream, to shout, to moan, to do anything, but even as she began to melt in that superhuman grip, she felt Blaze's tongue push forward into her mouth, pressing toward her throat.

Now Lois did moan, her muscles relaxing as she flexed and ground her mons against the cock that seemed to be penetrating her faster and faster. Lois sucked on the tongue in her mouth, tasted the strangely sweet spit, lost herself in the rut...and the reporter's brain bubbled over, lost to everything as her lover's thighs began to tremble, as the plunging prick pushed deeper and stayed longer, as the swollen testicles drew up until they brushed her ass...and then Blaze froze like a statue and Lois felt the throb of the cock, the flood of something hot and sticky inside of her...and she kept moving, so close to getting off herself, hampered now by the hands that clutched her ass.