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Lois stood up—she was a woman of her word. Never mind that she was gambling with a demonic entity, the reporter told herself as she took three steps around the table, maintaining her poker face the entire time.

There's more at stake than me, Lois told herself. And it isn't as if I haven't given head before...although never to a woman.

As Lois turned to face Blaze, however, she found out that wasn't an issue either.

Between the crimson thighs rested the flaccid length of dark red cock, limp as a noodle over a pair of hairless, spherical testicles that rested on the chair. The demon tapped her knee with her left hand.

"Whenever you're ready," the demon purred.

In truth, the sex part of the deal wasn't what had the reporter worried...it was the question of whether she was doing this of her own will, or because of some mystical compulsion, part of the bet that they had made.

Would Lois Lane really get on her knees in front of a demonic hermaphrodite, studying the way the foreskin covered the head, the hint of dark veins beneath the crimson skin? Would the best reporter of the Daily Planet reach out without hesitation to cup those warm balls in her left hand, lifting the soft dick in her right as if to get some measure of its length and girth when erect?

Lois didn't know. It felt like she was in control, like something she would naturally do. And she had never been one to welsh on a bet.

She teased the puckered foreskin with her tongue, giving the warm, soft ballsack in her hand a gentle squeeze. Carefully, slowly, she circled the head with her right thumb and index finger and began to tease the foreskin back, running the fingers of her left hand up and down the shaft—not pulling or tugging, as teenaged boys and their inexperienced girlfriends did, but stirring it gently into life.

The erection started slow...a gently thickening under her fingers, and the tip of the penis emerged, a round purple circle around the urethra slit, the foreskin still clinging to the soft helmet. Lois kissed the exposed circle of sensitive flesh, letting the tip of her tongue play with the little slit. Then pulling back the foreskin a little more with her right hand, the reporter began to gently suckle.

There was no distinct "pop" when the cockhead finally came all the way into the reporter's mouth...only a kind of realization, as her tongue tasted something yeasty and acrid, and as the swollen dome of Blaze's penis brushed the top of Lois' mouth. She released it then, because the whole demonic dick was swelling now, internal pressures building so the cock began to stand on its own, firm and hard.

The reporter ran her tongue down the center line, her hands on Blaze's knees now, letting lips and tongue feel every vein on the shaft, leaving a trail of saliva down to the swollen crimson balls...and Lois was so into the act, at that moment, that it took the gentle touch of Blaze's hand on her her shoulder to get her attention.

"That will do," the demon's face seemed flushed a bright shade of red across nose and cheeks. "For now...let's play another game."