Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How does Lois Lane want to make love?

Grab Blaze's Horns And Ride Her Face

Lois Lane broke the kiss with a moan. Her stuffed ass ached as she grabbed Blaze's horns and dragged herself off that scarlet schlong as it softened. The reporter bit her lip as she squeezed her poor butthole tight, so as not to spill a single drop of that tainted seed. Her poor asshole burned...but Lois had more immediate needs.

"I haven't cum yet," Lois whispered huskily, as she dragged her pussy over the crimson chin of the demon.

Her palms were sweaty as they gripped the smooth dark horns that jutted from Blaze's forehead. The tangy, dripping snatch pressed against the generous mouth. The earnest pleas of the reporter were more than just a a lusty demand from a woman who had gone far too long without the sensual touch of another...it was a heartfelt please that commanded Blaze at a spiritual level to suck that cunt like it had never been sucked before.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Lois moaned as the demon's mouth opened, and the soft pink tongue lapped at the reporter's labia. Blaze's nails scratched at the stony floor of the cavern, and her heels kicked. At any other time, she would be enmeshed in her plots, the women she had seduced and whose souls she had wheedled out of them, the **** she would get on Superman and Captain Marvel and all of her other enemies...but now, her only thought was running her tongue from Lois Lane's taint up to her stiff little clit, to hear the soft mewls of urgent need from the reporter's throat, to see her hips quiver with all-encompassing need.

It was a moment pregnant with its own special magic, an alchemy of forces visible and invisible that came together with the demon's tongue pushed deep into Lois Lane, as Blaze's own tainted seed festered in the reporter's colon, and the bonds between human and demon were weaker than they otherwise might have been.

The hair on Lois Lane's body began to stand up as a magical charge built and built between them. Lois Lane's desires radiated out of her soul. Blaze was the receptive antenna for such desires. So as the reporter's hips gyrated, increasingly frantic and ****, a black spark leaped between the horns that Lois grasped...and something changed.