On One Condition

"Do you have a condom?" Lois asked, a part of her not believing she was even asking this.

"No mistress," Blaze said, the demon's long tongue licking the drop of Lois Lane's pussy juice off the tip of her crimson nose.

"Ugh," Lois closed her eyes. Moral dilemmas were not how she had hoped to spend tonight. "Okay. But you absolutely cannot cum in my pussy, okay? You can do that, right?"

"Of course mistress. I have complete control of my bodily functions."

"Fine, let me just get into a more comfortable position—"

There was a clap of thunder. Lois Lane blinked as she felt a soft bed under her ass. She looked around. They were in her apartment. She was naked, on the bed, her clothes folded up on the dresser. Blaze was naked and kneeling before her. the throbbing crimson cock standing at a forty-five degree angle, the bulging veins purple, the head so swollen that the reporter was afraid it was about to burst.

"—did you just teleport me?" Lois said.

"You said—"

"I know what I said, just...no more teleporting me without my express permission!" Lois said sternly.

"Yes, mistress!" Blaze said, strangely cheerful at such a direct order.

"And don't call me mistress!"

"What shall I call you, then?"

"Lois. Just call me Lois." The naked reporter said. She stretched out a foot, one toe brushing the tip of the purple cock. It looked a little bigger than before. "That looks like it hurts."

"I...have been in a state of excitement all evening, Lois," Blaze flashed a smile. "As have you. Would you like me to make love to you now?"

Lois Lane sighed. This was insane. But she could hardly think. Her pussy felt like it was on fire.

"No cumming in my pussy." She said. "Not one single solitary sperm. You can manage that, right?"

"Absolutely, Lois." The devil's smile reminded Lois of the Mona Lisa, like a woman with a secret.

The reporter sighed and moved back on the bed. Put a pillow behind her head, and then laid back and spread her legs.

"Climb aboard then. I hope you're right, and an orgasm clears my mind."

"It always works wonders for me, Lois," the scarlet devil said as she stood up and slid onto the bed.

The whole situation was so weird to Lois. Except for her very male cock and balls, the demon was all woman. Her small breasts were smaller now than the reporter's own, the puffy nipples like unripe strawberries. The red skin was such a contrast to Lois Lane's own body...hard where Lois was soft, though they were both slim, Blaze was a touch more muscular, her hips slimmer, the mouth wider and more generous.

The demon slid forward, her cock pressing against the crack of the reporter's slit...and she didn't stop. Moving like a cat, she sheathed herself in Lois in one smooth, fluid movement, their breasts pressing against each other, face staring into face as the demon slid her cock in deep...but not too deep.

"Does this please you, Lois?" She whispered.

"Fuck...yes," the reporter said. It had been so long since she'd had a cock in her...and a raw cock at that. She squeezed her pussy on it, sure she could feel every bump and even the slight curve of the scarlet shaft that threatened to pierce her to the core.

"This could be yours always," Blaze whispered to her. "You own me now. You need not...toss me away. I can give you such pleasure..."

The demon began to move. Slowly, carefully, not like some one-night stand drilling for oil, treating Lois like a piece of equipment he'd rented for half an hour. Blaze's mouth came down to kiss at Lois Lane's neck, her hips moved with smooth, easy motions, grinding gently against her pussy when the cock was fully buried inside the reporter, just like Lois liked.

"It's just...slavery is wrong!" Lois moaned. Her hands reached up to explore Blaze's breasts, to run over her ribs, to trace the scars on the demon's back...

"Is it?" the demon said, voice breathy. "Perhaps some individuals...like being subjugated. Need it."

The white eyes glowed.

"And if you freed me right now," the demon purred. "I guarantee you I will flood this pussy with cum."