Chapter 14 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Want To Get Fucked?

Cowgirl

"Get on the floor," Lois Lane said thickly. "I'll ride on top."

She was committed to this now, as many women get when they determine that sex has to happen, whether they are absolutely thrilled at the concept or not. And if Lois Lane was going to have sex, she was determined to at least have as much control over the process as possible. So Blaze laid down on the floor, her stiff erection hovering over her stomach, and Lois mentally prepared herself for what she had to do.

The reporter planted her feet alongside the demon's hips, trying to avoid that slow, easy smile as Blaze enjoyed the view. Carefully, Lois began to squat down.

It's just another dick, Lane, Lois told herself. You've fucked...maybe a dozen in your life. No different.

Her heart thudded hard against her ribs as her fingers closed on the warm, stiff cock and eased it closer to a 90-degree angle so that she could get it in her pussy.

Except that it's a raw cock, taking me unprotected, and attached to an actual demon that is one of Superman's worst enemies, with the explicit purpose to knock me up.

She let out a little sigh as the swollen head slipped into her hot tunnel.

And I wish, I really wish, that wasn't turning me on right now.

Lois set her teeth as she lowered herself down, hating herself for being this wet, for it feeling this good. It had been too long since she had a cock under her...in her...like this. She shivered as it rubbed over that one spot inside that always made her pulse speed up.

Worse, Blaze could see all of that. Lois looked down as her buttocks settled against the demon's balls, those bitchbreeders snug and warm, ready to pump their load deep inside of Lois like an oil rig hitting a gusher. Those strange, white-on-white eyes bored into the reporter's own and the crimson lips uncurled for a moment to ask:

"May I touch you?"