End: Blaze Is Going To Fuck Lois Lane Until Her Pussy Goes Numb

It wasn't a complicated plan. Blaze had drawn Lois Lane into her snare with **** and subtle lies, drawing the reporter deeper and deeper, letting her repressed sexuality find an outlet as her inhibitions crumbled. In her mind's eye, the demon had relished the thought of the reporter's self-recrimination and guilt in the morning...the feeling of dirtiness at what she had done, when she saw whom she had betrayed Superman with.

Yet as old as she was, Blaze admitted to herself that no plan survives contact with the enemy...and the demon had no idea what Lois Lane's ardor, once aroused, would do to her.

Which is why with a growl, Blaze plunged forward onto the bed. Lois Lane gave a shriek that ended with laughter, her cunny still clutching the demon's prick tightly, her fingernails tearing at the demon's clothes. Like an animal, Blaze plunged into Lois. Power burned the fatigue poisons from her muscles and **** blood back into her cock...and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, writhing beneath the dickgirl and shifting her hips to meet each thrust, clung on with utter abandon, returning each burning kiss that Blaze gave her with one of her own.

"You sh-should go into porn," Lois murmured in her lover's ear, slurring gently. "You've got the cock for it! I feel like a virgin, you're hitting parts of me no one elshe ever hash. Cum on, make me cum on that cock! Make me your bitch!"

There was no sarcasm, no joking. An honest earnestness carried through with every word. She pressed her body against Blaze's, her legs wrapped around the demonic dickgirl's. Tore the remnants of Angelica Blaze's shirt off of her so that she could get at the dickgirl's small breasts, to kiss and suck those nipples, even as the cum in her cunt was churned up into a dripping froth that dribbled down the crack of her ass and stained the bedding.

The bed creaked. Outside, the music in the club died down. People filed out. Bartenders and waitresses cleaned up, set chairs on tables. The moon fell and the stars went out. The dark of midnight gave way to the dark blue that presaged the dawn.

The bed still creaked.

Hoarse from screaming, Lois Lane lay limp and sore in the bed as Blaze plunged away at her cunt. The reporter's fingers rubbed at her engorged clit, grunting softly as the dickgirl unleashed another burst of jizz deep inside of her. The black runnels slid out of the already-packed pussy, fresh darkness staining the reporter's thighs already caked with dried cum and sweat.

Yet the more that Blaze gave her, the more Lois wanted it. The dickgirl paused, cock deep inside of Lois, panting softly. She had been engaged in battles that lasted for days, never retreating, her supernatural energies pushing her stamina beyond human limits...but Lois Lane was merely mortal, and she knew that the reporter needed water, sleep, healing.

The engorged cunt was pink and raw from the hours of fucking, the labia swollen and caked with jizz, bits of skin rubbed off and bleeding in places. Blaze was sure that the reporter couldn't even feel it anymore...the drunken reporter's hand, cramped and quivering, played with her clit by instinct, but the eyes were already glazed and distant, a serene smile of contentment on her face.

"I really...really love your cock," Lois murmured through dry, cracked lips. "I think my pussy's numb...maybe I'll just suck it a while...after I have...a little...nap..."

The eyelids fluttered heavily once, twice, and then they closed.

With a sigh, Blaze pulled her limp prick out. A torrent of black jizz oozed out of the violated cunt, like some wound in the earth releasing a fresh gusher. The demonic dickgirl shook her head, trying to come to terms with the strange feelings that assailed her, that had wrecked her plans of letting Lois despoil herself.

"You're just...too...perfect," Blaze said, as she gripped her cock with one hand wiped it on one of the few as-yet clean spots on the reporter's thigh.

The demon stood there, her gazy focused on the raw, well-fucked cunt. Utterly soiled. Nasty with her own spilled juices. The hours of fucking had nearly turned the reporter's prim and proper pussy inside out...and Blaze had seen deadly wounds less caked with vile fluids. In her sleep, Lois Lane's pussy twitched, forcing out another thick glob of Blaze's seed...and the demon could feel, this close, that even in her sleep the reporter dreamed of her.

The thud of Blaze's knees on the floor did not wake Lois from her deep sleep. Or the hot press of Blaze's lips against her numb cunt-lips. The hot tongue that scooped her own nut out of the reporter's pussy was bitter to Blaze's lips...and yet she moved like a woman dying of thirst who has come across an oasis in a desert. In her sleep, Lois Lane's breath quickened...for as the demon's saliva touched her worn-out pussy, the flesh healed and feeling came back to her and invaded her dreams.

On her knees before her new goddess, Blaze worshipped. Already, her aching nuts struggled to produce fresh seed, and her limp cock stirred. Her desire to despoil and ruin this pussy had become something else...an ardent need for Lois Lane's cunt as pure and primal as the reporter's need for the demon's cock had been...and as her tongue pushed inhumanly deep, to rub the healing saliva against the battered cervix, Blaze hatched a new plan. No longer did she wish Lois Lane to be consumed with guilt for her night out.

No, now Blaze wanted to possess her, body, mind, and soul...for Lois Lane had already caught Blaze in the snare from which there is no escape, and the demon was held fast in the cage of her love.