Time Runs Differently In Hell

"Close your eyes," Blaze told her. Lois Lane did. The demon wrapped herself around her, one arm across her breasts, one hand grabbing her pregnant pussy, the length of her cock pressing between her thighs, her breasts pushing into Lois' breasts, the point of her chin in the crook of her neck...

"Imagine that all existence is held between two polarities—a great and infinite light, and an equally great and absolute darkness. Hanging in the middle, balanced between, is the world you know with all its mechanical laws and motions, stars and planets, flesh and spirit intermingled. But there is another place, closer to the darkness..."

Her voice was soft and breathy, her body warm and comforting. Lois could feel unknown tensions drain out of her body as she settled into her lover's arms.

"...it is more a place of spirit than flesh. It is where those souls weighed down with guilt and sin are drawn, a way station before they fall into the abyss or claw their way back up to mortal realms. A precipice from which things that were once human and never human can gaze down into the dark infinity, and see the things that squirm down there. It is a place of suffering..and pleasure..."

Blaze squeezed Lois' pussy tighter, forcing a little gasp from the pregnant reporter. Slowly, deliberately, the demon began to move her fingers in and out of Lois, pushing them in and out of her sticky cunt, gobs of the demon's own cum on her fingers as she stirred up the pink slit.

"Time there runs differently. Some sleeping souls are drawn there for a night, and suffer a lifetime before they wake up in the morning. And those who are drawn there bodily...find that weeks can pass, but in the mortal world they return and only minutes or hours have passed. Down there, where time and space begin to break down, your pregnancy will run out before the morning light..."

Lois was gasping harder now, the fingers moving faster in and out of her pussy, eyes still screwed tight. She couldn't sense the room anymore. Only the sound of Blaze's voice, the warmth of her skin, the pressing need of her cunt as she squeezed down on the demon's fingers.

"...and all you have to do to get there is...fall."

And Lois did.

There was no rush of wind, but a vast sense of space, the shift of a movement that wasn't entirely physical, stomach flipping gently. Once, Lois had gone sky-diving, and the giddy terror was the same...except that Blaze was still there, holding her, fingers working in and out of her sloppy slit...

They fell together.