Lois Stays in the Relative Safety of Blaze's Arms

The rage of Satanus was terrible to behold. His inhuman form swelled until his shoulders touched the ceiling, forcing his helmeted head to bend down. The cock, once an impressive piece of meat, split down the middle into four writhing cock-headed tentacles, the sinuous bodies spiked with small crimson spurs. Dark fur covered his muscled legs, which bent back on themselves like those of some monstrous goat...and all the time, his hands crashed against the invisible barrier between them, Blaze's dark sigil hovering in the air and shivering with black lightning.

It was no wonder Lois found herself clinging to Blaze, the scarlet succubus's breasts pressed into the reporter's shoulders, the hard point of the demon's chin tucked into the hollow of Lois Lane's collarbone. One scarlet hand squeezed and toyed with the reporter's breasts, while the other dipped between her legs, a soft finger gently exploring her pussy, tugging at the labia to flash the pink insides at her monstrous brother.

"Cuntmeat!" he growled. "Give yourself to me..."

"Or what?" Blaze taunted. "We are equals on this plane, brother. Go find a trollop to sate your bestial appetites. Lois and I will make love here until dawn. You may stay and watch, if you like..."

To illustrate her point, Blaze slide a second finger into the reporter's hot cunny, spreading the dripping labia wide. Lois shook, an unnatural fever running through her body, a quivering need that made her feel weak and shaky as her cunt drooled all over Blaze's dick.

"Go ahead," Blaze whispered in the reporter's ear. "Stick it in. Let him see as I give you what you need. What only I can give you..."

Swallowing as fear warred with lust, Lois braced her feet against the bed and raised her ass up. One hand went down between her legs, to just touch the tip of Blaze's cock—which was, she was relieved to find, still more or less human in shape and appearance—and guided the purple helmet to the head of her tunnel. Hot black spurts erupted from Satanus' writhing pricks, but the steaming seed boiled away in midair as they touched the sigil.

Lois didn't suppress the moan of satisfaction as she let her weight sink her down on the prick. It filled the reporter as if her pussy had been made for it, utterly snug yet without that feeling like it was too big, as if it was going to break her. The human woman told herself it was her addiction to Blaze's cum that made her start to move, rising and falling, slowly at first, her pussy making wet squelching noises as Satanus growled in impotent fury...

...and then he drew back, and seemed to condense and shrink into himself, down to more human proportions. His bright eyes glittered from the depths of his helmet, and Lois saw the gleam of teeth...a strange, knowing smile...and she knew that the dastardly demon was up to something.