Grab Her By The Pussy

Maybe it was the sense of confidence that having a gigantic demonic todger between her legs, but suddenly Lois Lane was brimming with confidence. She knew how to handle this situation! All she needed was to act assertive and put this Satan Girl bitch in her place.

Striding boldly forward, all easy disarming smiles and open hands, the redheaded demon kept her left hand on the hilt of her sword but didn't register any threat from the dark-haired reporter or her buxom friend.

"Hi!" Lois grinned, tone bubbly. "We need to talk to the manager!"

"The lady Blaze does not have time for you, who—urp!"

Satan Girl's insult was cut off as Lois Lane's hand clapped hard between her legs, fingers pressing the thing material of her pants up into her pussy. Lois clamped and squeezed, pushing her fingers in deeper.

"S-stop that!" Satan Girl hissed as Jacinda quickly unbuckled the demon's sword.

"Now, now. Bitches like you love this, don't you?" Lois grabbed Satan Girl's right horn with her left hand and pulled the redhead backward. With a grunt, Lois lifted the demon off the ground, all of her weight temporarily resting on the hand between her legs. Super-strong or not, simply physics pushed the reporter's fingers in deeper, pants splitting at the seems.

Jacinda grabbed Satan Girl's hands and began to tie them behind her back as the demon kicked futilely in the air.

"You love it," Lois hissed, feeling her hard cock slipping out of the top of her pants. Her arm shouldn't have been able to hold a grown woman up like this, but Lois could feel a fire running up her veins, lending strength to her arm. "You love being treated like a worthless cunt, don't you?"

Before Satan Girl could answer, Jacinda Blaze struck her on the back of the head with the pommel of her own sword. The demon's eyes fluttered heavily, and then closed. Lois sighed and dropped the demon, pulling her fingers out of the violated pussy-hole.

"That was extremely reckless," Jacinda hissed, scanning the club to see who had noticed the altercation. "I fear that Etrigan's penis is corrupting you."

It was true, the reporter mused. Lois felt almost high. All of life's solutions had short, violent, lustful answers. There was no problem she couldn't fuck, nothing she couldn't solve by fucking. The cock dragged her forward, and as long as there was a warm hole at the end of it, Lois didn't care. Fuck being a woman—having a cock was great!

"Well, I may be bad," Lois hissed, grasping the handle of the door to the manager's office. "But I feel good."