I Want To Make You Mine

"I know we just met," Blaze said as her cock stirred up the spunk in the reporter's pussy. "But there's something about you...you seem so clean...innocent...righteous. It makes me want to corrupt you. Inside and out. More than that..."

She looked into Lois Lane's eyes as she said that, and the reporter could tell that the dickgirl was being serious. Utterly and completely sincere. Lois swallowed as she recognized the edges of a growing obsession in the dickgirl.

"I, uh...I really appreciate your candor," the reporter said, her back braced against the wall of the stall, the cock slowly pushing in and out of her cock, forcing dribbles of cum out of the reporter's leaky cunt to splatter on the floor. "But I wasn't...wasn't really looking for a long-term commitment. This is all happening so fast, I thought...look, let's just fuck, okay? See what happens? I just...I can't promise anything beyond tonight."

The dickgirl's hands squeezed the reporter's ass painfully tight. The cock seemed to grow inside of it...the cock that was so big it was close to the edge of hurting Lois tipped over that edge, and the reporter cried out as she felt the head hit too deep.

It wasn't the only thing growing. Blaze loomed over the reporter now, and dark horns burst from her forehead. The eyes Lois stared into blinked...and when they opened again they were pure white, without pupil or iris, sunk into deep pits. Like two holes cut in space into an infinite white void.

"No, Lois," Blaze said. "I've made up my mind. You will be mine...forever and always...and you will accept me as your mistress...or else."

Patches of red broke out on Blaze's skin, spreading swiftly until Lois stared at the red, horned figure that was stretching her cunt out painfully on her cock...and that was when Lois Lane's night out took a very dark turn. Because curiosity impelled Lois to ask the wrong question.