Who Says They're Done Fucking?

They lay in each other's arms. There was a warm feeling in Lois Lane's belly. It was Angelica that broke the silence.

"We should probably talk about stuff," she said.

"Hmm," Lois hugged her close.

"And go find those missing women," Blaze added.

"Hmm-hmm," Lois agreed.

"That does mean you need to let me pull my cock out of you," the demon dickgirl observed.

Lois frowned.

"I don't know if I'm prepared to do that, Angie." Lois rolled over, sitting astride Blaze's hips.

Her hips began to roll and grind, slow and steady, keeping as much of that dick inside of her as possible. The demon reporter's hands found their way beneath Blaze's shirt, those hard little nipples caught between her fingers as she squeezed.

"You know you're probably already pregnant, right?" Angie said, softly.

"One more time," Lois said, lost in the zone as she ground down on that cock. "Just to make sure."

Lois brought her legs up, feet flat on the floor and began to bounce. Bit her lip as she felt her pussy slide up and down that hard cock, feeling the swollen head scrape against her walls. Felt her ass slam against those taut, swollen breeder balls every time she bottomed out. Her chest tighten as she thought about making a baby with...with...the demon she loved.

"Do you...think...the other women...felt like...this?" Lois asked, gasping out the words as she slammed her pussy down on that caught. Angelica had her hands on the reporter's thighs, squeezing and grasping.

"M-maybe? I don't...don't think...all of their...transformations...would have been...so ****."

Lois hit one of those moments of clarity that sometimes came to her in sex. Letting her body move on its own, pleasure rippling through her as she fucked faster and faster, her brain was free to work on the problem.

The women came here. They entered the pool...the Lesbian pit...would have transformed them to better fit their partners...

"They'd want to fuck," Lois said, settling herself down on Blaze's lap. She squeezed her pussy hard, reached back to fondle those fat testicles. The demon gave a little strangled gasp as another hot spurt of sperm shot into the reporter's pussy, another torrent of little swimmers aimed at the reporter's egg.

Lois leaned down, pressed her forehead against Blaze's own, making their horns clink.

"I know where they went," the reporter told her other half. "I know where they went to fuck."