Blaze Creams Her Own Cunt

Lois Lane had never heard the sound of a soul in utter torment and ecstasy at once. The deep, braying, soulful moan that was more than the expulsion of air, but shook her to the core of her being. The ultimate sound of self-betrayal and fulfillment.

Nor had she ever seen a hermaphrodite impregnate herself before.

A bulge moved along the underside of Blaze's crimson prick. The elastic flesh ballooned, and that potent jizz was moved by muscles all the way around until it disappeared into the swollen cunt-lips...and then another...and another...and Lois Lane, still in the grips of her mania, grabbed the great swollen, discolored balls with each hand and squeezed them, squeezed them until the cry from Blaze's throat became a dry rattle and thick black goo oozed out around the edges of the demon's inseminated cunny.

It was only then, as the cock shrank and slipped out of the cunt, and a torrent of foul-smelling jizz like molasses began to ooze out of the gaping wound that had been the tightest slit in hell, that something like sanity returned to Lois Lane. A wave of clarity swept her brain, swiftly followed by the jitters and nausea, the need to pee and vomit, which she had often felt overwhelm her after she had passed a life-threatening situation.

Which is how she found herself, naked and on the toilet with the door locked, desperately dialing a number she had saved for emergencies on her smartphone.

She had to repeat her story three times to the Justice League...and prayed that the demon's post-coital haze would keep her occupied until the superheroes arrived.