Barely

It took all of Lois Lane's strength to tear the cock out of that tight cunt. Immediately it erupted, the first hot ropes of black jizz flying onto Blaze's face—and then, as the reporter's hips jerked, the third and fourth bursts dappled the small, round breasts, and then the fifth and six landed on the flat plane of the stomach...until at last, the withering crimson cock lay still on the soft crotch, oozing oily seed into the carefully-trimmed patch of pubic hair.

The two of them, human and demon, woman and futanari, lay panting in the afterglow. In each other's bodies, both exulted in sensations they had never experienced before. Lois found herself squeezing unfamiliar muscles, trying to eke out the last few drops, even as Blaze, still in the reporter's body, used her fingers to gather the cum from her face and bring it to her mouth.

"You...lost," Lois said when she could speak again.

"True," Blaze said, with that mocking smile. It was so weird to the reporter to see that expression reproduced on her own face. "The women will go free."

"Good," Lois said. "Now, change us back."

The human woman's nose crinkled. She licked the black jizz off her fingers...and her left hand reached down to touch the half-hard crimson cock that hung above the pussy.

"About that," Blaze said. "You've already won. It would be a waste not to explore the possibilities of our situation."

Lois Lane stared into the violet eyes...her own eyes...but it was Blaze's mind behind them now.

"You want me to fuck you again?" The reporter said, slightly aghast.

"Why not? This body certainly feels like it could go again—and my demonic stamina means that my refractory period can be measured in seconds!" Blaze said...and indeed, as the fingers stroked the scarlet schlong, Lois Lane could already feel it stiffening, her balls aching slightly as they began to refurbish another load of Satanic sperm.

"Come now. The night is young—and there are so many things we can do together," Blaze cooed. "Won't you make love to me a little longer?"