It Isn't Sex That Lois Needs

With superhuman strength, Blaze pulled her mouth off of Lois Lane's. A bridge of saliva connected their lips...and the reporter quivered as the demonic dickgirl held her apart, she squirmed in the demon's grasp. The crimson cock rose, the head swollen and shiny. Lois wanted it in her cunt...and was surprised to hear herself whisper those very words.

"I want that in my cunt," she whispered, under her breath, barely aware that she was speaking.

"Hmm. No, you don't," Blaze said. "It's the addiction. Your body wants my jizz. You're feeling what those other sluts are feeling. Mother's milk will cure it...but right here and now, there's nothing to do but feed the addiction. Your lower mouth can't help you with that."

With terrible ease, Blaze slid off the bed and twisted the reporter over onto her back. Lois Lane's dark hair fell over the edge, her neck lay yet on the curl of the mattress, and her violet eyes widened as she glimpsed the underside of Blaze's swollen testes, and the cunny hidden beneath her balls.

"Open your mouth, slut," Blaze said. "I'm going to fuck this dose straight down your throat. That should have you feeling normal in no time."

The burning need between Lois Lane's legs decreed otherwise...but reluctantly, Lois opened her mouth. Sucking cock wasn't so bad, after all, and in this position, the reporter knew she really could deep-throat it.

Still, nothing in Lois Lane's experience had quite prepared her for the great scarlet sausage that slipped past her lips, reached the back of her mouth...and kept going. Her gag reflex triggered almost immediately, but Lois fought the convulsions. Blaze simply paid them no head, her stiff schlong blithely pushing past all obstructions, bending only slightly as it fed into the reporter's esophagus. Lois coughed and choked as the heat of the thing filled her throat, tasted her own pussy on the cum-stained cock...and then the great hot balls pressed against her eyelids and blocked out the light, and all Lois could see was darkness, all she could smell was Blaze's masculine taint, all she could taste was that fat dick that had probably just knocked her up.

Blaze herself smiled as she saw the bulge in Lois Lane's throat...and smiled wider as she stared at Lois Lane's flat belly. Even now, millions of black sperm were surrounding her precious egg, seeking the chink in its cellular armor that would let one slip through and fertilize it...a triumph that Blaze would exult in for years to come, a wound driven straight into Superman's heart to see the woman he loved carry the child of his hated enemy.

But, first things first. It was time to fuck Lois Lane's throat.