Grab Her Dick

Lois Lane's skin crawled as she **** herself to grab the dick. It was softer than it looked, the skin warm yet clammy. She could feel a pulse through it, and some kind of fine, downy hair...a weird, bestial prick. Her mind was screaming at her to let it go, to run, to escape. Animal instincts she fought down, moment by moment.

The crowd around them thinned, the cultists turning their eyes from Blaze, some of them clawing at their skin. Unable to stand her very presence. Lois knew how they felt. Bile was rising in her throat, all the fine hairs on her neck and arms standing on end, gooseflesh across her entire body...and Blaze stood there, with that damnable smile.

"You know, no normal human has ever gone this far. Some women have gone mad, rather than touch me when I'm in my full power, devoid of glamours. That deserves a reward," A long, slim tongue peeked out of her mouth, like an animal reaching through the bars of its cage. "Let me make it easier for you."

The demon bent backward. Feet—Lois wanted to call them hooves—planted firmly on the floor, Blaze bent her knees and reached back with her arms, so that she "stood" on all four limbs, the crimson cock pointing toward the ceiling. Squat like a table, or an altar...but what would Lois sacrifice?

"Climb on," Blaze goaded. "If you dare."

Lois Lane gritted her teeth. She was the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. Whatever contest of wills she had found herself in with this demon, Lois was positive of one thing and one thing only: she would not let the bitch win.

"I can do anything," Lois muttered.

"Show me," Blaze whispered breathlessly.

Limbs trembling, struggling with bare hands and feet, the reporter climbed up the demon's body. Her hands tingled where she touched the demon, a pins-and-needles feeling, and something invisible seemed to crawl up her skin from every point of contact, the kind of itch that Lois associated with bad motels and bedbugs.

Her body screamed at Lois, not in pain but revulsion. The smell, the touch...none of it should be setting her off like this, yet something about Blaze was triggering her every instinct to run or fight. Lois was gulping the air in deep breaths, skin clammy with cold sweat, nipples painfully heavy, her clitoris a point of fire that she just wanted to curl into a ball and press ice against until it was numb.

Instead, she reached down with one hand and spread her lips. Striving to keep balanced astride Blaze, she positioned that strange cock just at the mouth of her tunnel, the path to her womb. Stared down at Blaze, the smile slowly fading from the demon's face.

"Do you truly dare?" The demon asked.

"I'll do anything I want to," Lois shook as she said it. "Even you."

And with deceptive ease, she sank down on the demon's cock.

It was a mistake. Lois' body revolted, and she fought the urge to vomit and piss herself at the same time. Her clitoris, normally a center of pleasure, screamed in agony as though it was being pierced and torn anew. It wasn't the size or shape of the cock, or even the fine hairs on it that Lois could feel tickling her cunt lips. Lois Lane's body simply knew, at some deep and spiritual level, that this was wrong.

"Do you know what your sin is, Lois Lane?" Blaze asked, voice tight with emotion, face carefully blank.

"Tell me," Lois managed. Her legs were dangling off of the demon's flanks, her buttocks hanging in the V created by Blaze's spread thighs...and she swore she could feel the itching, crawling invisible infection inside of her, working deeper. The reporter gulped stale, warm air that tasted too much of humans and sex and the thing she straddled.