Mark Lois With Her Scent

What happened next was too fast for Lois Lane to register. With a sudden rush, her back slammed into the bed, and the demonic dickgirl was on top of her. Panic fluttered the reporter's heart, and as Blaze's weight settled on her upper body, pinning her down, Lois Lane's apprehension spiked.

The hot, flaccid crimson cock slapped onto the reporter's face. Long red thumbs crossed over the meat, long red fingers slipped down to grab the reporter's jaw. The last drops of black spunk dribbled from the gaping piss-slit and oozed down on Lois Lane's right eye...and then the demon began to move.

Scarlet hips bucked back and forth, the great swollen balls slapping against the reporter's chin as the cock slid in the channel created between Lois Lane's face and Blaze's fingers. The reporter's lips were mashed as the hot cock rolled over and past them, drops of black cum shoved up her nose, wiped over her face, drizzled between slack lips.

Powerless to resist, Lois Lane could only lay there, half-humiliated and half-aroused as the demon's dark jizz leaked slowly out of the bruised and battered cunt, that began to ache now that the first flower of their lovemaking had worn off...and yet as the demon despoiled the reporter's face, Lois could feel that soft shaft hardening again. The reporter almost laughed at the excitement of her lover, the swiftness with which she was getting hard again as she marked Lois with the oily scent that oozed out of her damned dick.

"You know," the demon said, still holding the reporter's jaw painfully tight, so Lois could not answer even if she wished. "That you are mine. You have given yourself to me, and so long as our pact is kept, you are mine. It will be terrible...humiliating...exhausting. There are so many depredations I wish to inflict on your body."

Lois could hardly see, her eyes stinging where the demon's seed had oozed into them...and what Lois could not see was the darkness that clouded over the whites of her eyes, marking her as demonbound.

"But...sweetmeat...I am fair! I am bound to thee as thou art to me!" Blaze's English reverted to an older form, her accent thicker now as her cock quivered with excitement, rock hard and swollen, hard and hot against the reporter's cheek. "So tell me..."

The hands unclasped, and the cock rose up, standing hard and erect, the smell of it overwhelming...and Lois could not but help but know that she herself must smell like that now.

"...how shall I pleasure thee next?"