Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What can Deadman do to help Lois Lane?

Possess One Of The Other Women To Fist Blaze's Ass

So focused was Blaze on pumping her magical energy into Lois Lane, that the demon's finely-tuned occult senses did not notice a ghost slip past her wards. Alerted by the reporter's distress, the spectral figure hovered over the milieu...the demon had shed her human form and stood revealed for what she was: six and a half feet of thin, lithe crimson flesh, like a human built on the scale of a greyhound. Oily black hair fell down past her shoulders, dark horns curled from her broad brow, and between her legs a stiff scarlet shaft plunged over and over into Lois Lane's bound and helpless form, wrapped like a mummy in strips of winding cloth with only her ass exposed for Blaze to pound...

...but there were others in the room, Blaze's acolytes and attendants, four in total. Women who served her, dressed only in their skimpy ceremonial hooded cloaks, each holding one end of the cloth that held Lois captive...and none of whom were currently protected by Blaze's magic. So Boston Brand, the Deadman, slipped down toward the one just behind Blaze and to the left...

And blinked his — now her — eyes as he — currently she — adjusted once more to a female body, to the weight of flesh, the pulsing heat of sexual excitement between her legs. Her eyes fell down to Blaze's pumping buttocks, and Deadman brought small, strong fingers up to her mouth, to make them slick and ready. If this was to work, she would have to act fast and decisively.

Blaze grunted, utterly unaware as the possessed acolyte dropped the cloth she held...drew back her arm with saliva-slick fingers steepled together...and with all the strength the ghost could muster, the hand and fingers slammed into the pink target between the demon's ass cheeks.

The demon tossed back her head and howled in shock and pain. Lois Lane gave a muscled cry as the cock stabbed balls-deep inside of her...and Deadman pressed forward, fighting against the ring of muscle, which stretched as the fingers **** their way inside...where the demon's prostate throbbed with terrible heat, like the burning heart of some dark god.

Get ready, Lois, Deadman thought. You're about to get a lot more power than Blaze intended!