Little of Both

Most people are neither saints nor monsters, and Lois Lane was no exception. Greed, lust...these were old friends that she dealt with all the time, sometimes overcoming, sometimes indulging herself. Not everyone could be Captain Marvel or Black Adam.

Then again, none of the Marvels knew jujitsu.

Lightning flashed in the reporter's purple eyes as she tossed a wicked smile at the demon.

"Make me," the super-reporter said. She leaned against the table and raised her black skirt, showing off the white panties. There was a damp spot where her pussy was leaking through the fabric.

With a growl, the crimson demon launched herself forward. Hands grasping for the breasts barely contained by Lois Lane's new costume, cock streaking like a scarlet missile at the reporter's pussy. Eyes on the prize.

With a dash of super-speed, Lois Lane caught the demon's outflung wrist, ducked and pulled. The pure-white eyes of the naked demon grew wide as she was momentarily airborne, a trail of pre-cum leaving an arc through the air...and then she smashed into the table, which collapsed beneath the **** of Lois Lane's throw.

For a moment, Blaze was on her back, in the rubble of the table, her crimson cock pointed at the ceiling.

A moment was all the magically-empowered Lois needed.

Blaze saw the enhanced ass descend toward her face...and then Lois pulled her panties aside, her super-cunt smashing down into the demon's mouth. With both hands, the reporter grabbed the hard red shaft. She ran a tongue up the length of her new toy, let the salty drizzle coat her tongue.

Beneath her, the demon uttered some protest.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Lois said. The tip of one finger rubbed the demon's urethra. Even swollen hard, there was a little play there. Wicked ideas flit through the reporter's mind...but all with good purpose. She had to give Blaze exactly what she had bargained for.