Blaze Plays With Lois Lane's Exposed Pussy

"I know you shouldn't play with your food," the demon said, finally fading into visibility. The scarlet succubus was pinned in the tub full of cum, her penis swollen like a massive jalapeno, the outline of the reporter's upper torso clearly visible, the dark purple veins standing out as she pressed her fingerless hands against the skin. Blaze could already feel the reporter's conversion to cum begin, the virile seed filling her seminal vesicle and prostate.

One red finger found the reporter's defenseless pussy.

"But when do you get an opportunity like this?"

Lois Lane kicked more fiercely as the crimson digit slid along her slit. The reporter could already feel her hair melting, fingers gone. The woman squirmed, panicking as she faced the helplessness of her situation. If only Superman could hear her screams...

...but wherever he was tonight, whatever evil he was fighting, he could not hear her.

The demon slid her finger into the reporter's vagina, and the thighs squeezed together, as though to trap her hand. Blaze smiled as she felt the cunt squeeze tightly, trying to **** the intruder out of her...but the demon knew that it was too late for the reporter. No one was going to save her. It was not quite a kindness to bring the reporter to an unwanted climax...just one more cruelty heaped on cruelty...but the idea of Lois Lane's last conscious feeling being the shame and pleasure of being made to cum before she became cum caught the imagination of the scarlet succubus.

So she paused with her cockhead grotesquely swollen around the reporter's hips. One scarlet hand held the human woman's left leg, and while the other rubbed along her slit, finding and rubbing that little nub of a clitoris...and Lois Lane thrashed. But Blaze was in no hurry...and she knew that the reporter had no defense. Slow and steady stimulation would bring the reporter to climax.

"Will ye, nill ye, ye will cum for me," Blaze said with a chuckle...and inside the hot, tight confines of the demon's urethra, her body slowly dissolving into sperm and flowing downwards, Lois could barely hear the words. Her face was wet with more than sweat, and there was a warm pool at the deepest part of the demon's engaged prick which was being sucked up, swelling the demon's seminal vesicle and prostate and gonads. Every cell in the reporter's body began the slow but inexorable transformation into sperm...nurtured and preserved for whatever dark purpose Blaze had for it.