End: For A Split Second, When Blaze Cums, Lois Takes Control

As Tonya Wong's mouth encompassed the head of Blaze's cock—the cock that was now Lois Lane—the reporter almost lost her tenuous hold on the demon's sensorium. Words failed to capture the tumult of sensations that threatened to overwhelm the reporter. It was like when a lover had sucked softly on her clit...except now that clit was a tenth of the reporter's entire body.

Blaze set a hand on Tonya's head, to help control the pace. The young naked woman had her eyes focused on the scarlet shaft. Some women liked to just focus on the tip during a blowjob, and stroke the cock. Lois had done that herself, sometimes. But Tonya Wong seemed determined to deepthroat the crimson cock, to stuff as much as the demonic dong in her hot little mouth as she could...and inch after inch of scarlet schlong slowly slipped past her lips.

If Lois had a mouth, she would have hissed. The heat and pressure on her body was immense, and the more stimulation the cock received, the harder it was for Lois to hang onto Blaze's other senses. The last thing that the reporter wanted was to go back to being unable to see or hear...and Blaze seemed utterly unaware and untroubled at the reporter's continued fight. Her free hand reached down to fondle the swollen testes and tap them against Tonya's chin.

"All the way, little cunt. I want to cum straight down your throat. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Tonya's eyes went wide, but her mouth was full, so her head only seemed to bob in place for a moment...and then she **** her face forward. The cock seemed thicker now, and a terrible thrill of pleasure went through the core of the reporter's being as she felt the head of the cock being squeezed as it slid into the entrance of Tonya's throat. The Asian woman's petite body convulsed a little, gagged and choked for a moment, and Lois could feel Blaze smile as drool oozed past the young woman's lips and snot ran from her nose.

A second scarlet hand gripped Tonya's head, and now the muscles bunched and pulled the poor young woman forward. For the first time, Lois felt the terrible power of Blaze's body. The inhuman strength and vitality of the muscles, the furnace that was her heart, the limitless, effortless physical exertion. Tonya spasmed, little gluk-gluk noises emanated from the Asian woman's throat as it distended to take Blaze's cock, the heavy balls pressed now against the cocksucker's chin.

"Tight," Blaze muttered, lost in the sensations of her dick as her hips began to twitch. Lois could almost feel the tip of that cock—the cock that was herself—dip into the acid of Tonya's stomach.

Then the demon erupted.

To experience an ejaculation as demonic prick is to be carried along in a black wave. It was like being fucked inside-out. Lois Lane's mind went blank as the tube at the center of her being inflated, and a geyser of Satanic spunk shot along her length, to explode out the tip in an eruption of such power that it threatened to drive the reporter mad.

Yet in that instant of ejaculation—as Blaze truly lost herself in climax—Lois felt something else.

For a split second, when all the demon's mental barriers were sundered, Lois could move those hands, those hips, that cock that throbbed and pissed its corrupting cum into the soft young mouth . Lois pulled back the hips, so the last oily black ropes painted Tonya Wong's face, right before the young woman gasped and coughed...

...and then the moment passed. Sight and sound faded as the mentally exhausted reporter returned to just being Blaze's dick once again.

Yet now, the reporter knew. There was a point where Blaze was ****. When Lois could take control. As the swollen shaft began to soften, Lois Lane began to plan her subtle takeover of Blaze's body. All she needed to do was wait for Blaze to cum.

The demon patted her prick, utterly unaware that Lois Lane was far from as helpless as she imagined.

"I hope you enjoyed your night out, Lois," Blaze spoke to her cock. "Because from now on, we'll be having a lot of fun together!"

Lois Lane couldn't hear the words...but she could wait, patient as a coiled serpent, ready to strike. When and where she would get her next chance...and how Blaze would react, once she understood what was going on...those are stories for other nights.