Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How Long Does This Go On?

Until Blaze Gets A Little Too Rough

In and out the crimson cock plunged as it plundered quim and arse. The reporter moaned, hung torturously on the edge of ecstasy. Every time she thought she would go over the edge and cum with her ass, the scarlet schlong pulled out and pumped her pussy full of jizz...and that brief, hot contact was never enough to bring Lois to climax. It felt good, but the frustration built inside the reporter...and her asshole burned, gaped with every sudden absence, her colon ached with every full-strength plunge deep inside the wet and spunk-splattered sphincter.

Then pleasure turned to pain.

Perhaps Blaze let loose a little too much of her strength; perhaps the forceful fucking from one hole to another had stressed the often-unused holes too far. Whatever the case, Lois Lane's violet eyes went wide, her mouth opened, and her moans of **** pleasure became a blood-curling scream that shocked the demon into falling back...

...and part of the reporter's asshole came with her.

The was blood on the scarlet cock, bright against the darker, almost purple skin. Lois Lane curled up, one hand cupped her ass...and she brought gore-smeared fingers up to her face and screamed again.

Blaze squeezed her eyes shut.

"Please stop screaming!" the demon yelled.

Lois threw a pillow at her. Instinctively, Blaze swiped it out of the air, sending a cloud of feathers to float through the boudoir.

"I'm fucking bleeding!" The reporter screamed, irate. "It hurts!"

"I can fucking see that!" Blaze shouted. "Look, I can fix it..."