Blaze Accepts...On One Condition

The demon smiled.

"Dramatic—bold. I think I like you like this, Lois Lane. When you first came into my club, I wasn't sure what your intentions were, but I thought we'd have our fun. If you are serious, however...well, this could be a mutually profitable arrangement."

Quickly, she scribbled a line at the end of the contract, quill pin scratching rapidly.

"I've added a clause. You may fuck me, Lois—and if I can't make you cum, then our contract is null and void. However, if you do cum—then your soul is mine."

She proffered the contract to Lois. With studied nonchalance the reporter stepped forward. The demon's musk was an exotic perfume. It reminded Lois of her underwear wash, all the used vaginal secretions staining her panties...but somehow sweet, heady, and arousing.

Heart pounding in her throat, Lois signed the contract. If this worked, and Blaze came first, the contract should be null and void...emphasis on "should." At least she hoped so.

In her pants, the Demonbreaker stirred, as if it could sense the nearness of the Satanic snatch it had come to pound. Lois could feel the solid shaft stiffen, pushing its way painfully to the left, as if gasping to be free from its prison.

Blaze smiled and signed her own name next to Lois Lane's.

"Well," the demon said. Her hand touched the crotch of the reporter's tight red pants, and for just a moment, Lois saw a flicker of emotion in those dark eyes...and then the flicker turned into a flame as she traced the outline of the gigantic cock and balls stuffed into the reporter's pants. "How do you want me, then? A little foreplay, perhaps."

Lois sought her attitude, the one she had come in here with, and returned Blaze's stare with icy disdain.

"I'm not paying for foreplay. Get on that desk and spread yourself like a good cunt."