End: It Does Not Work

Their eyes met. Groins locked tight together, the reporter's superhuman vagina clamped down on the crimson cock as is throbbed and struggled. Something warred inside them both, a conflict of supernatural will versus pure pussy power...and perhaps, if Lois Lane had caught the demon unawares, if Blaze was not able to bring her full conscious mind to bear, if she had been asleep and **** as the reporter's mutated cunt sapped her will and subverted her defenses, to turn Blaze into nothing but a **** to her whims...

...but Blaze was awake, and with a sneer and sheer **** of will, she erupted.

The ejaculation was of such **** that it struck Lois Lane as though with a physical blow. The reporter cried out in anguish as a jet black stream of contaminated cum crashed into her cervix like a gunshot. It might have torn straight through a lesser woman...and perhaps that would have been a mercy. For wherever Blaze's cum touched, an inky black stain began to spread across the healthy red and pink tissues.

Lois Lane clawed at her stomach at the fire of the corruption spread. She could feel her metahuman reproductive system twist and shift as Blaze's demonic essence tainted her. Scarlet hands gripped Lois' ass and crushed her tight, a lewd, wolfish smirk on Blaze's face as she held the reporter tight to her dick as the corruption continued.

"Do you feel that, Lois?" Blaze hissed. "Do you feel my cum in you? Turning your powers back on yourself? Your body is mine to command!"

The demon arched her hips and Lois groaned as her internal anatomy rearranged itself, so that the swollen scarlet head of the crimson cock crushed against her cervix. Lois Lane shuddered as she felt strange twinges in her abdomen, on either side and just below her navel...and a horrible realization ripped through the reporter as she realized what was about to happen.

"No..." Lois gasped. "Please, don't..."

"Open sesame," Blaze whispered.

In the gynecologist's chair, Lois had endured a pap smear...but she had never felt her cervix actually open. Unfamiliar muscles groaned as the tight sphincter suddenly relaxed...and strange new nerves carried the sensation of the tip of Blaze's cock squeezing into the opening directly to Lois Lane's brain. So that she would forever remember the sensation of the hot, black, oily spunk that burst forth into her innermost recess like a gusher of Texas crude.

The second dose of demonic jizz hastened the corruption. Lois Lane could see black veins beneath the pale skin of her crotch, and sank into a kind of lassitude as she rode the demonic dick, the fire and the spark in the reporter's mind burned down to a glowing ember as the taint spread up her spine and throughout her brain.

Blaze smiled in her triumph. Her cock throbbed, and for the first time a little moan of pleasure, instinctive and unrepressed, passed Lois Lane's lips.

"Do you like that, cockslave?"

"Yes," Lois said softly, eyes half-lidded. The burning pain in her abdomen had receded into a pervasive itch, and now blossomed into a sensual heat. Her hips began to move of their own accord...no, that wasn't right. It was Blaze's will that moved them, Blaze's desire that inflamed Lois to rock back and forth, her internal muscles squeezing and relaxing to milk the demonic dick of its dark essence.

"Good. Because you are mine, Lois," Blaze allowed herself a laugh. "Mine forever!"

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended...all the reporter's hopes and dreams unfurled, semiconscious as the crimson cock slid in and out of the dark, swollen lips of Lois Lane's cunny, the reporter moaning like a bitch in heat as the demon's corruption spread throughout her system, perhaps to taint her very soul...and there was no Superman to save her now.