Lois Throws Herself Between The Demons

The naked reporter flung herself between Blaze and Satanus, just as the latter burst forth from his clothes. Lois Lane was now keenly aware of being caught in between two raging red erections—and the air had a weird greasy feel, like just before a lightning strike. She felt the hair stand up all over her body, tasted ozone—but she gathered her courage and held her hands up, palms out as she stood her ground between the Satanic siblings.

"Look, you don't have to fight...I've got...holes enough for both of you."

The reporter's cheeks flushed just saying the words...but the unnatural heat in her body drove her on. She had just swallowed Blaze's cum, but the smell of Satanus' prick filled her apartment, and the reporter felt that raw edge of need. Drinking demon jizz straight from the source was just worsening her addiction, but at the moment she didn't know what else to do.

Satanus growled. "Mortal bitch, it is you who are ****, and we the masters. I shall break you on my cock, and you will beg for my black seed before I am done with you."

His right hand stretched out to seize the reporter's arm, but a burst black lightning crackled in front of him in the shape of a complex sigil...a six-pointed star with odd sigils...and his claws exploded with black sparks as he touched it.

"What enchantment is this?" Satanus howled.

Then Blaze was right behind Lois, the tall and slender demon utterly inhuman now. Her small breasts came to rest on the reporter's shoulders, and the hard cock jutted out from between the top of the reporter's thighs, so that Lois' labia rested on the hard, veiny length of it...and the heat made the horny reporter want to melt right there.

"I told you, brother. She is mine. I have placed my seal upon her, and marked her for my exclusive use." Blaze's voice was smug...and Lois felt oddly offended when the demon laid her chin on the top of the reporter's head, slid her long red arms underneath Lois' armpits, and grabbed the reporter's breasts to give them a squeeze.

Satanus scowled. He was more muscular than Blaze, Lois could see now, but his face was rougher, cruder, and his cock shorter and fatter. He gave the overall impression of power and raw strength rather than speed or grace, and the purple veins in his prick writhed across the skin unnaturally, like worms crawling beneath crimson leather.

"You are a selfish cunt, sister." He spat. "Fine. What is your price?"

"No deals," Blaze countered. "Not after what you did to my last playthings. They're ruined now, mere cocksucking strumpets. No, this one is mine."

Lois blinked. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"Of course," Blaze said drolly. "You can climb off my cock and allow my brother to fuck you half to ****, like he did the last four, or you can stay where you are and I'll fuck you in front of him just out of spite."

So that's what happened to the missing women, Lois thought. Angrily, Satanus reached for the reporter again...and again, Lois flinched as the black sigil appeared between them, a mystic barrier he apparently could not break.