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Chapter 13 by Zeebop Zeebop

But Who Really Has The Upper Hand?

Blaze Has The Upper Hand

Lois Lane guided her scarlet schlong into the pussy that had, until a moment ago, been her own...and then the legs clasped tight and sucked the demonic reporter in, the cock swallowed up by the pussy before her.

A sly, unfamiliar Mona Lisa grin looked up from the reporter's own face. Blaze was smiling out from behind the reporter's eyes. Lois was gasping at the heat, the wetness, the suction on her cock. She had just plunged it in, and already felt ready to explode.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetmeat," Blaze said. She grabbed onto the reporter's neck and levered herself up from the bed, so that the demonic reporter staggered backward, surprised at how little her body seemed to weigh now that she had the scarlet succubus' strength. How lips pressed against the demon's ear, and an unfamiliar thrill went through the crimson body. The base of the cock began to tingle.

"You see," Blaze said, as she levered her body up and down, squeezing the trapped dick. "It's like a rental car. I don't care how much damage your cunt takes...and I know I can't hurt my own body. So I can fuck you as hard as I like...and you...all you can do is get fucked."

Lois felt nails claw at her back, teeth bite into her shoulder. Her hands gripped onto her old body and tried to pull Blaze off of her...but as strong as Blaze's body was, Lois realized that she didn't want to hurt her old form. The body she still hoped to return to, after she won this context.

What can I do? Lois thought. If I fuck my body too hard, I'll hurt myself...but if I don't do something soon, I'm going to explode, and then Blaze will own my soul.

It was a frightful conundrum...and Blaze never let up in her sexual ****, bucking and heaving, driving the borrowed body to its limit and behind. Lois was distraced by the sight of her own breasts heaving, her own cunt clenching around the too-sensitive demon dick, the playful bites of teeth and scrapes of fingernails that couldn't hurt her, but which drove her demon form to great and greater heights of anticipation...the pressure at the base of her borrowed dick growing swiftly.

What can Lois Lane do?

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