End: Blaze Giveth, And Blaze Taketh Away

The demon's tongue slipped into the new villain's slit. Supercunt grabbed those horns and ground her foe's face into her cunt. Luxuriating in the power that was hers. And to think, it was all due to that mutagenic cum...

Wait, Lois thought to herself. So, that horse-hung shemale, she was transformed by Blaze, right? And I was transformed by her, so does that mean...

Supercunt looked down at the demon she held by the horns. Black sparks ran up the tips. A crimson lip rose, showing sharp white teeth. Instinctively, Lois squeezed her pussy, trying to will her new internal anatomy to spray forth an hypnotic torrent of pheromones or something.

Her pussy queefed.

Lois shook as something seemed to drain out of her. It left her legs trembling, her hands caught in a white-knuckled ****-grip on those horns...and the pure white eyes stared up at the now-powerless human indulgently as her small red tongue flicked at the reporter's clitoris.

Supercunt's career had been very brief indeed.

The scarlet succubus's hands came up and grasped the reporter's ass. Lois swallowed hard. She was trapped...and the demon's tongue lazily ran over her clit, like a cat enjoying its cream as it toyed with a mouse. With inhuman ease, Blaze stood, her hands cupping the reporter's ass. The demon turned and walk, carrying Lois back towards the bed.

Her tongue never left the reporter's pussy.

Think Lane, think! Lois thought to herself. I have to get away, have to...to...oooh...

Blaze lowered the reporter down on the bed. Her scarlet lips locked around Lois Lane's clit. Lois bit her lower lip. Her mind raced, trying to think about how to get away...about what the demon might do to her...but Blaze herself seemed in no rush, exploring the unpowered reporter's pussy with her tongue, smiling whenever she coaxed and unwanted moan from the reporter's lips...and as the minutes stretched on, Lois Lane's nipples hardened, a familiar heat began to build inside her body. Her chest rose and fell as her breath became ragged, and she could no longer hold back the little squeaks and moans...and just when Lois thought she was going to reach her peak, the devil's tongue lashing her g-spot without mercy...the head rose from between the reporter's legs, the tongue leaving a slimy trail across the reporter's stomach...over her navel...but between her breasts...and then Lois was staring the demon in the eyes as she felt the hard tip of the swollen cock press against her lips.

"No..." Lois quavered. Tears came to her eyes. "Not like this."

Blaze smiled. "No? Not even if I restore your power...Supercunt?"

The woman blinked.

"Oh, I quite enjoyed your attitude. I think Metropolis could use a new villain...as long as she understands her place. Under me."

Lois opened her mouth. "You'll...you'll restore..."

"I'll take that as a yes," Blaze lowered her mouth onto the reporter's...and Lois did not protest as the hard shaft sank into her depths, and the sense of power and might filled her once again as the demon began to drive her cock home.

The night is long, and Lois Lane did not fight anymore. She gave herself to darkness...and before dawn came, the darkness filled her. Yet all the time that Blaze humped the human woman whom she had so easily de-powered and re-empowered...all through that long, grueling fuck, and every squirt of sperm into the cavernous cunny of Metropolis's newest metahuman...the mighty Supercunt planned and plotted.

If her powers could not work on Blaze directly, there might still be other ways for her to best the devil...and all of Lois Lane's thoughts were turned toward that end. Not being a reporter, or the fate of the missing women, but that one warm thought that she clutched close to her heart: ****. **** on the demon who had so effortlessly bested her.

If I have to fuck you ten thousand times, Supercunt swore, I'll find some way to turn the tables and make you my bitch!

That is another story.