End: Violently

Teeth bit into Blaze's tit. A hand clamped around her throat, the thumb pressed down on the larynx to stifle the demon's moans. The other hand found the demon's slit—bald, pink, dripping wet—and a thick knuckle pressed against the tight passage.

For a moment, Blaze knew what it was to be powerless. Though her demonic strength would easily overcome the ****-enhanced reporter's muscles, it had been so long since anyone had treated her in such a manner...as nothing more than a mere toy for her lust...and a thrill of excitement rippled through the demon's body as Lois Lane's grip tightened and the knuckle dug painfully into the succubus' labia.

Instinctively, Blaze grabbed the massive forearm, wiggled for position...and one violet eye, the iris dilated so it the demon could see her own face reflected in the black pit, caught her gaze.

The fingers tightened on Blaze's throat, nails digging into the skin. Muscular thighs clamped tight on the demon's leg, the reporter's own slit rubbing against Blaze's knee. The knuckles twisted and pushed...and Blaze surprised herself in almost giving out a little scream as her cunny was **** open, the fist pressing inside.

Blaze wheezed. Her body was hardy enough that even if the lust-crazed reporter did fist her hand inside of her, it would do no damage...but to her surprise, the demon found herself shaking, quivering in surprise, excitement, and anticipation. To Lois Lane, her mind reduced to an almost bestial state, it must have looked like fear.

Lois Lane's mouth let go of the demon's tit, dark red tooth-marks surrounding the small breast, slick with her spit, the puffy pink nipple standing stiff and tall. A broad tongue licked the sweat that pooled in the hollow of Blaze's collarbone...and then the reporter's mouth clamped down on Blaze's shoulder. The teeth bit harder, and Blaze wondered if she meant to draw blood, or bite off a chunk of flesh and chew it like a beast...

But no. There was method to the reporter's madness. As pain spiked briefly in the demon's shoulder, the reporter applied all of her strength down below...and Blaze could not stop thrashing like a dying spider as with a single, forceful movement the reporter **** her fist fully inside the demon's cunt.

Pain and pleasure mingled in the demon in a way that she had not experienced since she was in her first century of existence, prey to the attentions of older and crueler demons, before she had come into her power. Lois sucked hard on her flesh, and then released her mouth with a pop, leaving behind a purple bruise.

The reporter shifted her body, releasing the demon's leg to give herself more leverage to work her fist inside the Blaze's distended cunt. Her other hand moved from Blaze's throat, and when the succubus instinctively opened her mouth to breathe, the fingers caught and squeezed at the corners of her jaw, her mouth plunging down to cover Blaze's her tongue **** the demon's mouth.

Blaze's body heaved, her hands tearing at the bedclothes as Lois Lane's arm began to push and pull. She never pulled her fist entirely out, but the demon could feel her cunt being stretched and contorted...and despite her great power, enough to challenge gods and heroes, the demon felt the unfamiliar sensation of her pussy spasming around the rough intruder, a hot wet jet of liquid spraying over the reporter's muscular forearm as the succubus squirted.

The duration of Blaze's bimbo **** varied based on the dose, the intensity of the subject's buried lust, the strength of their body and soul. For Lois Lane, who had in fifteen minutes plundered Blaze's quim and **** her tongue almost into her throat...the night had only begun.

Never in the hours of the night could Blaze bring herself to fight back. She was a limp fuckdoll, a toy, a victim. By the time the roosters sang to greet the dawn on the outskirts of Metropolis, there was no inch of Blaze's body that was not bruised, scratched, or marked by bloody bite marks and hickies. The demon stared at the ceiling, as Lois Lane, who had shrank back to her normal dimensions as the **** wore off, slept the sleep of the innocent.

Pain was an old friend to Blaze. Her tongue tasted the blood on mashed lips, felt the numb ache of her gaping cunt, the rough burning looseness of her ass. There had been so much buried inside of Lois Lane...far, far more than the scarlet succubus had ever imagined. Almost more than even a demon could handle.

Blaze smiled. Almost. With a small effort of will, her body began to heal itself, the power flowing through the damaged tissues, knitting it back together.

As she healed, Blaze's mind was working on how to give Lois Lane more of that bimbo ****...and to be there when she took it.

Unaware of the plots against her, Lois Lane slept on. Her night had ended...and if she had not quite achieved what she had set out to do, she had awakened to things within herself that the reporter had long repressed...and now were closer to the surface, ready to be unleashed again.

Yet that is another story.