End: Lois Lane Is Trapped In Blaze's Body

From Superman's perspective, it was Lois Lane who, unable to speak, pointed a shaky finger a the scarlet succubus who had been eating her out...and the real Lois Lane, trapped in the body of the demon Blaze, only had time to widen her eyes as a Kryptonian fist flew toward her face.

The moment of impact would have crushed the skull of any lesser foe...and the next thing the demonic dickgirl knew she was flying out of the window, her face numb, blood mingling with pussy-juice in her mouth. Almost absently, the demon's head tilted back...saw the neighboring building flying toward her...threw up her hands, but it was like she was moving in slow motion...

Stone shattered in rough concentric circles from the point of impact...and Superman was on her in the blink of an eye, his fists pummelling her face and body. She caught a bare glimpse of his face, a mask of rage and pain...he had, after all, thought that Blaze was **** Lois. The reporter opened her mouth to surrender, and blood and teeth fell out in a torrent. Unable to fight back, Lois did the only thing she could: go limp, try to roll with the punches...and the Man of Steel paused, one hand on her neck.

It hadn't been a fight, just a one-sided beatdown. Another vigilante might have continued until the naked demon was dead, but though Lois could barely see, eyes swollen black and blue, she knew that even Superman wouldn't kill his worst enemy if they didn't fight back.

She lay in his grasp, shuddering with pain, afraid to move...and then he let go, and an emerald light surrounded her and lifted her up...as she was carried away in Green Lantern's **** bubble, the trapped soul of Lois Lane wanted to call out to Superman, to explain...but he was far away, and the last she saw of him that night was him flying back to her apartment.

Blaze, in Lois Lane's body, as thrown on the reporter's most indecent robe; a piece of black silk etched with peacocks that barely came down beyond her muff. Superman came in through the window as she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue...and immediately she leaped from the bed and threw herself into his arms, her crocodile tears falling down the S-shield on his chest.

"Oh, Superman...you don't know what I've been through tonight. It was so terrible. There were these women that had gone missing..."

Inch by inch, as Blaze told him a carefully edited account of Lois Lane's adventures, she tugged the unresisting superhero toward the bed. Trapped in the reporter's body, the spirit of Blaze did not have access to her full powers...but she had command of Lois Lane's considerable charms, and unlike the reporter was not afraid to use them. Inside her mind, the demon was already weaving a plot for the Man of Steel to crush him spirit...but step one was to flatten his dick.

"Lois...we shouldn't...you're in shock," Superman said as he sat on the bed, his love's hand already fishing down his pants to free his super-prick.

"I knew it," "Lois" said, her violet eyes full of tears. "I'm dirty...used goods...unclean. You don't want me. I'm ruined...a filthy slut..."

It was like telling a short man that they didn't want the puppy that was the runt of the litter. A hard, pink prick instantly pushed out of Superman's shorts, and with gentle strength he grabbed Lois Lane's hips and pressed her sodden slit against the glans.

"You're not a slut, Lois," he said. "And you can feel how much I want you. But you've just been through a traumatic experience, I don't want to take advantage of you, I..."

With a gasp, Blaze exerted all of her body's strength to pull herself onto that super-prick...thicker even than her own cock had been...and she gave silent thanks that Lois Lane had basted her pussy with her tongue, because this body needed all the lube it could get.

"It-it's not really...taking advantage...if we both want it...right?" "Lois" said, gritting her teeth as she felt the cock stretch her hole to previously unknown dimensions.

Which is how they made love, that first night...Blaze using every trick and guile she knew to coax Superman on, pushing Lois Lane's body to the limit, rocking in his lap as she worked his cock deeper and deeper inside of her...and somewhere far off, the real Lois Lane was trapped in the body of a demon, unaware of what mischief that Blaze had planned.

One day, perhaps, they would meet again...but that is another story.