Bite the Tip

The cock wavered in front of the reporter's face. Anger flared through Lois Lane. Indignation. It waggled closer and closer.

"Go on. Give my dick a lick. Maybe if you suck it nicely I'll fuck that tight, stuck-up twa—"

White teeth clamped down on the purple cockhead.

Demons are extremely durable...but they are not, for the most part, creatures of solid stone or steel. The succubus Blaze, in her current form, to better enjoy the pleasures of the flesh was clothed in flesh. Extremely strong, durable flesh, able to do battle with Superman if the occasion called for it. Yet still flexible, still sensitive...

...and Lois Lane had very sharp teeth.

The upper and lower jaws almost met. Blaze's eyes grew wide. A part of the demon's brain demanded she immediately pull her injured cock from the reporter's mouth; another, equally insistent part demanded she not rip her sensitive dick from between the teeth, lest she exacerbate the pain.

Blaze cleared her throat. Took a deep breath.

"Please stop biting my dick," the demon said, as politely as she could.

"Lggh mggh ggho!" Lois Lane mumbled, from her latex prison.

"I can't understand you with my cock in your mouth," Blaze said, her cock trembling, a vein throbbing on the demon's cockhead. Though Lois couldn't see it, the demon instinctively shucked her human form, appearing in her natural scarlet shape, with dark horns rising from her brow, pointed ears and pure white eyes without pupil or iris, lithe and bony almost to the point of emaciation. "If you just open your mouth, I'm sure we could..."

Lois began to grind her teeth back and forth. Blaze opened her mouth in a silent scream as her cockhead was mashed between them. It might not have done much damage, but it hurt like hell.