No Deal

Lois eyed the demonic dick with surprise...swiftly turning to scorn.

She was a little drunk, a little horny, and a little scared. Even with her judgment so impaired, Lois Lane was not some bimbo that was going to drop to her knees to suck the devil's pecker.

Her leg shot out, the reporter's foot describing a perfect arc as it slammed, toe-first, into the pale hairless testicles. Whatever unnatural power that Neron possessed, whatever superhuman strength and durability in his form, that form was still at the moment basically human—and the **** of that kick lifted him briefly off of his feet...and then gasping down on the ground.

"No deal," Lois said.

She pushed him over with her foot...the blond demon still wide-eyed and gasping. His unimpressive dick, she saw with some surprise, was still erect. Lois placed her foot on it, pinning the pathetic length of flesh to Neron's belly. The heels she was wearing were three inches, tapered to a point—and solid steel spikes, beneath the leather. Useful as a weapon in a pinch...with enough body weight behind it, a spike like that can go straight through someone's foot. Lois wasn't sure what would happen to a demon's testicles, but she was willing to see if she could pin his nutsack to the floor.

"Good call," a female voice said behind her. "I've always found dealing with demons a tricky proposition at best." Lois turned to see who was talking...