Thumb's Up

Anything to get this cock out of my mouth, Lois decided. The hellspawn wiggled deeper into her guts, as Blaze withdrew her cock, leaving a slimy trail that Lois could taste on her tongue. The reporter massaged the muscles of her aching jaw, and turned her attention to the bed. Her smartphone was still there. Her sister Lucy was in the club. Maybe she could...

The shadow of the dickgirl demon's cock fell across Lois Lane's face.

She turned to see the demon loom over her. No clothes now, all pretense of human form gone. Blaze stood naked, skin as red as fresh blood. Dark horns curled back from her brow, the black curly hair settled on her shoulders like a cape, and the pure white eyes without pupil or iris seemed to glow from deep pits.

"Turn over," the demon said, in that strange accent she had. "Stick your butt in the air."

With a deep breath, Lois did as she was told. The young things in her belly didn't seem to mind the shift, and as Lois looked down she could see the protuberant mound of her abdomen, hanging above the bed. More than that, though, the position put the phone within arm's reach. Once Blaze was in her pussy, the reporter might be able to...

Hands grabbed the reporter's ass. Her belly shook and groaned. Tenderly but irresistibly, the cheeks were parted. On her elbows, Lois looked back to see a very long, thick tongue slide out of the demon's mouth, coated with a clear, viscous goo...

Oh God, she thought. Not again!

The point of the tongue found and pressed against the reporter's sphincter. Lois could not resist a shudder at the strange feeling of the warm, wet muscle, twisting and corkscrewing, the pressure building steadily.

Relax, my sweet, Blaze's voice echoed in the reporter's skull. Let me in to do my work. Believe me, you will thank me for loosening you up in a few hours, when the spawn are born.

Not without trepidation, Lois **** herself to relax. She let muscles unclench, one at a time. On her hands and knees, she felt like she was melting into the bed...and last of all, she relaxed her asshole, though her heart threatened to pound straight through her breast bone. Her hand stretched out toward the phone, just inches away.

The tongue squirmed inside of Lois like a living thing...and the reporter shuddered at this violation. The things inside of her belly continued to move and grow, swollen fat on Blaze's jizz, sucking away nutrients from the reporter's intestines. The reporter could already feel hunger gnaw at her, even though she had just "eaten" at least a pint of the demon's jizz. The demon's tongue slid deeper, getting thicker as it went, stretching out the reporter's little hole...until Lois cried out, not so much in pain as desperation, and her hand closed on the phone.

I think you're ready to be stretched a little, Blaze's voice cut through the brief moment of triumph.