Lois Lane Is Suspicious; She Keeps Blaze Buttoned Up

"Just a moment," Lois insisted. The reporter wrapped her legs around the dickgirl's waist, trapping her cock right there. So close to the reporter's pussy but unable to get to it, the brass button on the jeans straining against the swollen flesh. "I need to get this straight. You went to the bathroom. You saw this guy put something in my drink...how far away was the bathroom?"

"Across the dance floor," Blaze said, frustration evident in her voice. "Look, it doesn't matter, you're fine now, let's..."

"It matters to me!" Lois shot back. "So you saw a pill drop into a drink across the dance floor. And you couldn't intervene in time?"

"No," Blaze's voice held a hint of warning. Her purple cockhead, clearly visible now, looked ready to explode.

"And you can't describe the guy?" Lois said.

"Tall. Brown hair. I don't know," Blaze grit her teeth as Lois rubbed her pussy against the tight jeans. The cock looked ready to explode. The dickgirl wouldn't meet the reporter's eyes. Lois recognized the signs.

"You're lying," Lois said. "I can tell you're lying! What really happened? Why can't I remember what happened tonight? Did you do something to me? Is that what this is? Coming by my apartment to lie to me and fuck me!?"

Anger balanced sexual excitement as certainty gelled in the reporter. It was all so clear now. Blaze had come all this way just to fuck her.

Only the jig was up.

"Smart," Blaze said. "Too smart."

The button on the pants burst off and hit Lois Lane's left cheek, leaving a bloody mark when it broke the skin. The swollen cock was blood red, rigid as a marble pillar, purple veins standing out from the surface. As Lois Lane watched Angelica Blaze changed. Her skin became ruddy, flushed, and then a vibrant crimson like fresh blood on parchment. Dark horns grew from that broad brow, and the dark pupils and irises faded until her eyes were pure white, and glowing from within. The dickgirl smiled, revealing pointed teeth and a long, forked tongue.

"Well well, Lois Lane. Such a clever cockteasing cunt. You win. I guess I couldn't talk my way into your pants after all," the demon dickgirl hissed. The clothes on that crimson body rotted and fell off until she was naked. Burning hands gripped the reporter's arms and pinned Lois Lane back against the kitchen table.

"I'd hoped you'd do this willingly. Submit to your desires. Then my victory over you would be total and complete," Blaze said, and steam hissed from her mouth as the heat in her body grew to almost unbearable levels. Lois Lane squirmed as the burning cock pressed against her defenseless cunny.

"But I guess I'll just have to **** the shit out of you instead."