Not At All

The demon stepped forward. Slid her hands around the reporter's shoulders, fingers interlacing behind Lois Lane's neck. She stared Lois in the eye, that damnable half-smile on her face.

"When our contract is in effect," Blaze said. "You may order me about as your personal whore. Until that time..."

The crimson lips spoke a word. It hit Lois like a thunderclap. She flinched, struck by the **** of it...and every stitch in both her clothing and Blaze's suddenly came undone, the bits of disconnected cloth falling off her naked body, the thick pink cock popping up hard. The demon laughed as she spun around, and fairly dragged the naked reporter onto the desk. Nails like claws clamped painfully into the reporter's right shoulder, and Lois hissed...and then opened her eyes to see the demon squatting over the immense dick, spreading her hairless red labia to reveal a glistening, glowing fuckhole, the inside flesh neon-pink, emanating a terrible wet heat.

"...your cock is mine!"

The succubus laughed as she impaled herself on that rigid erection—and Lois gasped at the heat and tightness of it. It reminded her of when she sat down into a steaming tub, and scalded her clitoris. She wondered if this was what it was like for all people with dicks...but somehow she doubted it. Blaze was her name, and the name suited her; the inside of the demon's tight cunny was like a furnace, and as it slipped down, boiling pussy juice ran in streams, burning the reporter's crotch like hot wax.

Lois wasn't sure that the scarlet succubus could even take the whole of it...but the thick smooth labia spread, and the tight tunnel that gripped the reporter seemed almost bottomless. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably mere moments later when the demon leaned back, so that Lois could see the head of her cock push against the skin of the demon's abdomen, distorting the hard-packed abs, showing how deeply the demonbreaker had gone.

Blaze ran a finger over the bulge. Lois saw now that the pink nipples of the succubus were hard and stood out stiff and swollen. Black lightning crackled between her dark horns like a Jacob's ladder in some **** display of power.

"You have a nice piece of meat, Lois. Better than any I've fucked in...a long time. I think we might both enjoy this contract."

She released the reporter's shoulder and slid it down to where her cunt was spread wide on the reporter's dick. The demon gathered some of the hot juice on her finger, and brought it to the reporter's lips. Lois opened them, letting the digit in there, tasted something salty and a bit acidic, like tequila and lime...

"Now, Lois Lane. A taste of your sweet damnation. For when you cum inside me, I shall own your soul..."

And when you cum on my cock, Lois thought. The demonbreaker will break you!