End: Blaze Benefits

Lois Lane grabbed the dick and guided it to her cunt. She rubbed the purple head up and down her drooling snatch, getting it good and wet. The hot hunk of meat throbbed in her hand, and her pussy throbbed too...

...and just like that, everything clicked into place.

The reporter looked from the statue, to the cock, to Blaze's eyes.

"Sweetmeat?" Angelica Blaze asked. "What's wrong? Don't you want to get pregnant?"

Lois narrowed her eyes.

"Do I?" she asked. "Or do you want me to get pregnant?"

Her grip tightened on the cock, nails digging into the sensitive flesh.

"Ow!" the dickgirl said. "Hey, I'm all for rough stuff, but..."

Lois slid one nail against the dickgirl's cockhole. Like a scorpion's stinger poised to strike.

"What are the odds that I happen to find that idol in a club, and then happy to get so horny I call up an escort, something I have never done in my life, and it turns out she's a fully functional hermaphrodite and also she coincidentally wants to breed me and can cum repeatedly?"

There were rhetorical questions. Lois felt a burning need in her pussy, a **** desire for a baby, but her rational mind was in control...and she had the culprit in hand. Her left hand reached down to cup and squeeze the dickgirl's balls.

"I'm not sure who you are, but I know you're behind this, and I will shove my finger down your piss-slit until you bleed if you try anything funny."

The dickgirl sighed...but remained erect, even as Lois found herself rubbing that hard spot at the base of her prick with two fingers.

"I suppose I should have known I couldn't fool you forever," Angelica said. "Though I had hoped to at least get in a few more rounds."

In her hands, the skin of the rigid prick suddenly darkened...and Lois watched with fascination as it bloomed bright red. For a moment, she thought it was bleeding...but then the color spread...and Lois followed it up as the thin traces of fat melted off Blaze's figure. Already prominent abs became rock-hard cum gutters, the bones at ribs and hips stood out against lean muscle, the breasts became small, taut things with swollen pink nipples like unripe strawberries.

The dark eyes faded until they were pure white, with no pupil or iris, and seemed to sink into deep, dark sockets above which dark horns grew, curling back over the masses of black hair, that writhed like snakes.

"I am Blaze, Queen of Hell," her voice was deeper, huskier, the accent suddenly thicker. "And you, Lois Lane, have fallen into my trap. As soon as I saw you enter my club, I knew that now I could finally corrupt Superman's girlfriend and OW!"

The reporter's nail pressed against the slit...and to her own surprise, the demonic prick had given way easily. Lois watched in fascination as the distended urethra stretched to surround the first digit of her index finger. It was like a little mouth sucking on a big cock.

"That's...fucking...stop that," Blaze said.

"Does it feel good?" Lois pulled, feeling it suck on her finger. The digit popped free with just a little effort...and as the lips began to close, Lois swiftly plunged it back in.

"Aaagh!" Blaze moaned...but it didn't sound like she was in pain. In fact, as the reporter rubbed the base of her dick, it seemed to Lois that the demonic dickgirl was harder than ever.

"Seems like somebody has a fetish," Lois said aloud...and then realized that as soon as she had penetrated Blaze, the sudden urge for a baby had almost evaporated. It seemed like Blaze couldn't concentrate on making Lois **** to get knocked up while the reporter was fucking her cock-hole.

Gently, Lois pushed her finger in a little deeper, and this time Blaze hissed.

"Grab the lube," she told the demon. "I want to see how far we can push this."

"I...I don't..." Blaze stammered.

"You do," Lois said. "And I want an interview. Now, if I call for Superman, he'll probably fling you cock-first into the sun. But if you answer my questions, I'll make sure your dick feels really good before it cums..."

...just not inside me, the reporter added mentally.

"Aaagh...fuck...I'm not...oooh..." Blaze quivered in the reporter's hand as Lois removed her finger to squeeze a dollop of lube into the gaping cockhole. "Your womb...will still bear my children...Lois Lane!"

With the kind of grin Lois had not smiled since she was a small child prying up rocks to look at the bugs underneath, the reporter pressed her finger back into the devil's urethra. Clear lubricant oozed around the edges as she **** her finger in to the second knuckle, the purple head distorting as it was pushed apart from within. Inside Blaze's cock, Lois tried to move the tip of her finger in small circles...and began to pull and push, gently fucking the cock with her finger.

"Let's start with the basics," the reporter said. "Four women have gone missing in and around your club. Where are they? What happened to them?"

It had been an eventful night out...and Lois Lane had the wolf by the tail. She wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this, once Blaze answered all of her questions...but she was sure that the demon would answer her questions...or cum trying.