Blaze Pees In Lois

At first, Lois wasn't sure what was going on. She felt the last pale drop slide out of her urethra, hoping Blaze would walk her over to the paper towel dispenser so that she could wipe herself off...then she felt a strange, warm pressure inside of her. Not in her bladder, which she had just emptied, but her pussy.

Is she cumming again? Does she have some sort of piss-fetish? I guess that would explain...

Then the piss, warm as blood, began to leak out around the demon's dick. Blaze moved forward, pressing the reporter's thighs into the sides of the urinal, her cunt almost touching the back wall of the standing toilet.

"Oh fuck no you aren't," Lois muttered, staring down at the pale yellow liquid spraying out around the crimson cock, some of it splashing back against her once it hit the white porcelain.

It almost felt like something broke inside her at this point. What greater degradation could Blaze do to her now? She was literally using Lois as a toilet. The reporter could practically feel the hot stream hitting the back of her pussy, mixing up with all the semen that had already been pumped in there, just to drain back out because there wasn't room enough in the reporter's cunt to hold it all.

The piss stank. Blaze was sighing in utter contentment, as Lois had known men to do on that first post-coital piss in the morning, the watery stream "clearing the pipes," so to speak. Lois began counting seconds under her breath, wondering how long this defilement of her pussy would continue.

_The worst part is, _Lois thought bitterly. Is that this isn't that bad.

It reminded her a bit of a warm vaginal douche. It was always amazing to the reporter how easily humans could adapt to almost anything. Here she was, being filled to the brim and then some with demon piss, and all she could think about was how the warm urine didn't feel that bad as it streamed into and out of her cunt.

Lois told herself when she got out of here she would never feel clean again, inside or out. But even as she thought that, she knew it was a lie. People get pissed on by babies all the time. It was nothing special. That was worse. To know that she'd lived in dread of something that in the face of it was so mundane...and yet she felt terrible doing it.

She had just counted to 133 when the piss stopped streaming from her pussy. As easily as if she was a baby, the demonic dickgirl lifted Lois off her cock. The reporter hissed at the cool air on her exposed cunt...and saw the mix of piss and cum that poured out of her into the urinal.

Blaze shifted the reporter's leg so it rested on the metal handle. The toilet flushed.

"I needed that," the demon said.