Demonic Pussy

A sudden chill swept through the reporter's body. She shivered uncontrollably, her teeth chattered, goose-flesh rose up over her body...but the most potent cold focused between her legs. The reporter felt as if she had been stabbed by an icicle, but her pussy wasn't numb...if anything, it felt suddenly super-sensitive, and wet. Freezing cold juices dripped down her thighs.

The blonde demon smiled.

A woman's weapon is now thine,

The juice that flows from that black cunt

No man or woman can resist such wine,

Between thy legs is the battlefront!

Lois Lane said nothing...but pulled her tight pants and panties down far enough to look between her legs.

Her pussy was black. Not the warm, deep brown of a Black woman, but inky black, the edges radiating in flames or tentacles, as though the reporter's whole pussy had been tattooed. She reached down and touched the cold flesh...and hissed as she ripped her fingertip away: the skin was so cold it burned...and so sensitive that even that slight touch made her squirt icy juice into her panties.

"So...how is this supposed to help me?" Lois asked, fearing she already knew the answer.

The demon sneered and touched the Black Door, which opened inward silently.

Your quim is a gateway to Hell,

And Hell will claim its own;

Let them touch, taste, and smell,

And your cunt will be a loadstone.

"Wonderful," Lois Lane said as she pulled up her pants. "I just need to get the demons to touch my pussy. Alright then, let's get it over with."

Lois stepped through the Black Door...wondering what she would find beyond.