Blaze Is In Love

Blaze's guts twisted in an unfamiliar mix of excitement and nervousness. She had defiled virgins, coaxing them into piercing their maidenheads on her mighty prick. Old women had crawled naked on all fours like animals simply to worship her cock with their mouths. The succubus had lost track of the number of "faithful" wives she had defrauded and seduced into wanton whores, the sorceresses who had broken themselves in pursuit of her favors, the would-be heroines she had left pissing blood as black cum oozed out of their violated holes.

Yet all of them had been undone by their own desires. Whether they fawned over the scarlet succubus or hated her, that lust and desire had driven them to her. They were moths to her flame, and she had laughed as they singed their souls black with sin. Even those who had thought to have mastered her had been, in the end, reduced to her slaves, and eventually given to her legions of the damned to be used, abused, and tortured. Dreaming of her thighs, the heat of her kisses, the throbbing pulse of her seed in their guts sealing their own damnation.

Yet in all the centuries of her existence, Blaze had never tried to seduce someone so fundamentally good that they loved her, not with the sexual heat of a wanton animal, but simply for who she was. In Lois Lane's utter acceptance and motherly care, Blaze found all of her vaunted powers and experience as a seductress utterly ruined.

She was, for the first time in her long life, in love.

The demon scowled at the darkness. Between her legs, her useless dick remained utterly limp. While Blaze could fight against enemies mortal and immortal, she could not fight herself. The stupid prick simply would not allow her to roll over and pierce Lois Lane. Even the idea of hurting Lois in such a way made the demon feel queasy, as if a dark gulf opened in the pit of her stomach.

Unaware of all of this, Lois Lane slept on. The warmth of her breath like a breeze from Heaven. This close, the demon could pick up hints of the reporter's unguarded nocturnal mind...the soft impressions of the reporter's dreams like the background noise of unseen insects in the desert. For Blaze, right now, it felt as if they were all alone.

A demon in love? Blaze thought to herself. Ridiculous. I have to do something to rectify this...but I can't hurt Lois.

Blaze chewed on her inner cheeks...and finally, hatched a **** plan.