Blaze Cock-Slapping Her

Hard flesh stung the reporter's face, leaving a slimy trail. Hands fastened on either side of Lois Lane's head, thumbs in the corners of her mouth forcing it open.

"Ughk....ughk?" Lois gagged. The dickgirl's penis was being **** passed her lips, filling her mouth.

"That's it. A great mother worships daddy's cock." Blaze cooed.

Lois could scarcely breathe as the demonic dickgirl fed her cock deeper into the reporter's mouth. The reporter found herself on her own bed, her cunt sore and sticky, the demon was positioned above her, the great red testicles descending toward her eyes, the scarlet succubus-schlong dipping into her throat.

Instinctively, the reporter coughed, trying to clear the obstruction, but then when she tried to inhale that only allowed the cock to slide into her throat. The balls rested on Lois Lane's eyes, the hot weight of the orbs pressing against her sockets, her nose crammed into the sweaty intersection of cock and sack so that all Lois could smell was the devil's dick.

"Ah," Blaze sighed. "Don't worry, Lois. Once I get hard again, I'll stuff your cunt a little more. I want to make sure you take before Superman sees you again. Just so that he can see your belly grow, day after day, your aching tits filling up with milk, and know that I was the one that knocked you up..."

Something cold settled into Lois just then. Not anger, although she could feel that beneath the surface. Not lust, her pussy was throbbing and bruised from the demon's uncaring pounding already. Certainly not the mindless hypnosis that Blaze had used to influence Lois Lane's mind and make her a servile fuckpuppet.

It was a kind of heightened awareness of everything around her. It brought Lois back to the self-defense training her father had insisted she go through.

There were three working defenses from this position. One disengaged with minimal contact. One killed. And the third...hurt.

The reporter's teeth clamped down hard on the cock in her throat. Superhumanly durable skin did not break beneath those jaw muscles, but the pain still registered. Arms spread wide to brace herself against the bed, Lois Lane's right leg came up in a high kick. The big toe cracked against something soft and wet that might have been an eyeball.

The demon screamed.

Still biting down on the cock with all of her strength, Lois twisted her whole body to the left. Inhumanly strong as the demon might be, physics were not in her favor, and demon and woman fell off the bed in a crash. Blaze landed on her tits, Lois on her hands and knees, still holding the cock in her throat.

Blindly, the reporter groped under the bed. She had been raised and baptised Christian, and though she had long ago ceased wanting to have Jesus stare down at her from the wall while she masturbated, she wasn't one to throw things away...

Her hand closed on the old wooden crucifix, Jesus' face digging into her palm. She raised it up like a dagger.