Eat My Pussy

The words came out of the reporter's mouth without thought. The world seemed to lose resolution around her, and when it came into focus again the reporter sat naked on a chair in a clean but sparsely decorated office...and Blaze, her horns curled back over her dark hair, was on her hands and knees and crawled forward toward the reporter's spread legs, pure white eyes focused on the carefully-trimmed pubic hair and the soft pink slit beneath it.

What just happened? Lois thought to herself. She had intended to free the men and women that Blaze had enslaved. Yet the impetus to do that had sort of drained from her. The reporter's personal desire to get eaten out had won over her empathy. That was...odd.

The demon's long pink tongue slid slowly into her slit, like a long, slow kiss. Lois sank lower in the chair, and one arm moved out to grab the leftmost horn, languidly guiding that tongue a little deeper, until Blaze's nose tickled her clit.

Is it because I sold my soul? Lois wondered as the soft, strong tongue squished about inside of her. Lois closed her eyes and hung her head back, her whole body relaxed as she felt the first mouth on her pussy in long, lonely months. Blaze worked slowly, methodically, the long tongue finding those spots inside of Lois Lane's pussy that made the reporter quiver.

Never thought I'd have a **** before, the reporter thought as she slid even lower, until her ass hung over the edge of the chair. Why? Damn useful to have a 24/7 cuntlicker on hand.

Blaze's hot hands rubbed at the reporter's thighs, her white eyes glowed brightly as she lavished the reporter's pussy with that long, twisting tongue. Lois couldn't sense any meanness or spite in the demon, despite her new status...and as the reporter rubbed her thumb along the horn in her hand, a part of her wondered at that.

"****!" Lois said, slightly more imperiously than she intended. "Tell me. Why do I feel so...uncaring?"

Blaze pulled her tongue out of the reporter's pussy, and not without an expression of regret.

"Mistress, you gave me your soul. It was your soul that stirred your conscience, that gave compass to your morality, and tempered your baser instincts. You may still be kind but it will no longer be your instinct. And I..." Blaze shivered. "...I can feel it, inside of me. Pushing me to do good. Make amends. I've already released those under my power. All those souls...damned and fallen...it hurt too much to hold them..."

The reporter's eyes, half-lidded, regarded the demon coolly. The explanation made sense. Yet even knowing that soullessness was affecting her, Lois Lane could not bring herself to care.

"You did a good job licking my cunt, ****," Lois said. "From now on, I want to wake up every morning with you eating my pussy until I cum awake."

"Yes, mistress," the demon said obediently.

"Now..." Lois searched her mind for the next order for her infernal ****.