Nope

Too little, too late the word of warning blared in the reporter's brain. Lois Lane, in the body of the dickgirl demon, stared hopelessly at her own naked, sweat-drenched form shudder and shriek in climax, the pussy gripping her tightly, the ankles locking in place behind her ass. Blaze had lost, and Lois knew that, but even though it meant spilling her seed in her own unprotected cunt...

Lois Lane exploded.

Jizz spooled out from the deepest recesses between her legs, balls tightening as the mighty cum-factories surged, expelling all the pent-up lust out into the waiting receptacle of Lois Lane's own human womb. Trapped in the demon's body, Lois could feel the black seed travel every inch of her cock, the burning pressure building up within the hot depths of the cunt she was impaled on, until it reached her head...and then Lois Lane's mind went blank.

Imagine an oil derrick, out in the dry dirt of Texas, suddenly belching forth a gusher of black crude. The greedy earth soaking up the noxious ejaculation. Lois Lane heard her own voice reach a higher pitch—it was Blaze screaming as she creamed her brains brains out, overwhelmed by the sensations of the reporter's mortal body.

Lois rode it out, victory tasting bitter in her mouth. She had won, but at what cost? **** to carry the bastard spawn of her demonic enemy? Forty weeks and eighteen years of responsibility and parenthood because of a five second lack of judgement.

I should have cum on her tits. My tits. The reporter thought to herself...but she knew her own body. That would never have worked. There was only one way to win this challenge, and that was through Lois Lane's intimate knowledge of her own body. She had fucked the pussy, because fucking the pussy was the quickest, surest way to bring her to a screaming orgasm.

Panting, spent, Blaze stared up at the ceiling with Lois Lane's violet eyes.

"Wow," she managed. "Okay. You win."

"Right," Lois said, agitated and ashamed as she gently pulled the legs apart so she could drag the cock out of her body's fresh-creamed puss. "Now, change us back."

Blaze lowered her eyes to the cock.

"Y'know...I can usually go again..." She licked her lips. "What do you say? Wanna go another round?"

Lois paused, wary. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," Blaze said, rolling over, one hand reaching out to heft a gigantic crimson testicle in her small, pale human hand. "Just...y'know. For fun. You won, the women are released, that game is over. But the night...is still young..."