On The Bed

Lois jerked her head. Blaze moved easily, sliding onto the bed like a panther. Her hard cock hanging above her crimson belly, the cum gutters clearly visible beneath it.

The reporter took a deep breath. Centered herself. If she had to do this, she had to. No need to make it any more painful or difficult than it had to be.

She opened the drawer of the beside table and removed the bottle of baby oil.

"You don't need that," Blaze told her, as Lois emptied oil into her palm. "I'm sure you're wet enough."

"No talking." Lois told her tersely.

Oil-slick hands grabbed the crimson cock. It was hot, like a steak fresh from the oven. Lois half-expected to see steam rising from it. But not too hot to hold. She rolled it between her palms, oil making the crimson flesh gleam bright. The demon's cock was springy, in a way that Lois had forgotten cocks could be. It had been a long time since she had seen one, handled one, up close. The smell was overwhelming.

Her hands fell to the big scarlet testicles as well. Even though she knew that they didn't need to be oiled. They weren't going inside of her pussy. Just the dick. It almost seemed bigger than before. But not too big. Not for where it was going.

The reporter straddled the recumbent demon. Blaze smiled up at her, those pure white eyes half-closed as Lois Lane gripped the cock in one hand, and spread her pussy lips with the other.

How many times have I done this? Lois wondered as she eased the head of the cock into her pussy. It's just another dick. That's all it is. Nothing more.

She bit her lip to avoid crying out as she sank down onto the crimson cock. Her pussy devoured the dick greedily, her long period of abstinence making her super sensitive, the oil helping it slide in easily. Even so, once it was inside she could feel it against her walls, bigger than it looked, or her pussy tighter than she remembered.

Lois Lane began to grind, rubbing her pussy back and forth. It wasn't about penetration for women, it was about stimulation. She needed to orgasm, because that would increase the chances of conception. Needed Blaze to ejaculate, because that was the only way to save those women. Cold hard math, that was all...

Blaze raised her hands. The demon was still smiling, that frustrating half-smile. The palms rose up and stopped, about an inch in front of the reporter's breasts. She was looking Lois Lane in the eye now, expression unreadable...and Lois remembered that she had forbidden her from talking.

The demon was asking for permission to touch.