Lust

Lois Lane hung straddled on the weirdly contorted demon as Blaze pronounced that sin...and with an aching awareness, the reporter realized she was right.

Not that she was an honest slut. No. Like a functional alcoholic, Lois Lane kept up the guise of being prim and proper. Her career couldn't afford for her to appear to take a different man or woman home every night. To fuck until her cunt was sore and raw. To spend the morning drooling cum out of her ass, or pierce her nipples and clit. Visit gloryholes, or let herself be locked into a hole in the wall so complete strangers could dump their cum in her eager hole like the hot bitch she really was, deep inside...

Why am I thinking this? Lois shuddered as the demon began to flex her body. The reporter struggled to remain upright as her "seat" rose and fell, pushing that oddly hairy cock deeper inside of her, then letting her fall onto it. Just an inch or two at first...but as she began to feel her body flush with unnatural heat, every hair standing on end, a monstrous nausea tearing at her stomach, the reporter fought against the rising tide of fear and disgust and lust.

Because this is who you are, Blaze voice echoed through the reporter's head. In your heart of hearts, you know what you want. Deny it all you will, you cannot change what you are.

"No," Lois gulped, as the demon began to flex. Her knees clung to the demon's sides, digging into the bony ribs, holding on for dear life as the cock leaped within her. It was like some obscene bucking bronco, and the landscape rose up and down, the lights fading as the crowd melted away, until it was just Blaze and Lois Lane together, in the darkness.

Though Lois could not see it, she could feel the creeping hairs from the demon's body grab and curl at her skin. Weave their way into her pubic hair, tying them together so that Lois could not escape. The reporter felt sick, but her cunny squeezed and tugged, her hands clamored for grip, the dark fine hairs catching her and holding her fast.

Oh yes, Lois. I am the mirror to your sin. I am everything you have denied yourself.

The demon stopped the frantic humping, and Lois wiggled in the grip of those strange, wiry hairs. She didn't think she could pull her cunt off the cock without ripping out all of her pubic hair. In the darkness, Lois sensed rather than saw as the succubus drew its upper body upright, so that it was in a kind of a squat with Lois impaled in its lap.

Embrace me, Blaze's voice sounded so much like her own, in her head. Let me show you everything you have been missing.