I Am Daughter of Seven Thunders...

"Long ago, before your history was pressed into tablets of wet clay, seven gods gave a portion of their power to a mortal—a wizard, a hero. He was mighty, and tamed the beasts, fought off the creatures of the dark, turned the rivers from their courses, toppled the thrones of bloodthirsty kings and broke the staffs of greedy priests.Yet he was still a man...and like all men he had needs..."

An image flashed into the reporter's mind. It was as though she looked on the scene. At night, atop a ziggurat, where an impossibly-muscled man lay on a couch observing the stars—a figure walked toward him. She was pale as the moon, and gold glittered at her throat and wrist and ankle, yet not a sound did she make. Her luminous eyes were rimmed with kohl, her dark hair fell almost to her ankles...and when the thin white shift that covered her body fell to the ground, Lois Lane saw his immediate reaction, instinctive as a soldier reaching for his sword, as a prick like a bull's rose between his legs...and the naked woman slipped into his arms, and he forgot the stars.

Until the sun rose.

She fled with the last shadows of the night, his seed dripped down her thighs...and for a moment Lois thought she bled. But no. With every step the form twisted and became less human. Redness blossomed on the skin like fresh blood dripped on parchment, a crown of horns pushed up from her brow, and those luminous eyes twisted until strange, goat-like emerged...and the two-wide mouth twisted in an inhuman smile as the slim red waist began to thicken, the abdomen pushed against her red claws...something squirmed within.

"My mother gave birth to twins; myself and my brother. We were misbegotten; half of Hell, half of Earth, touched by the divine. Unwelcome anywhere, our mother abandoned us in the Infernal regions and we fought and strove for power, often together and sometimes, like now, apart for a while...down through the long centuries. Yet never in all that time have I lived a mortal life, known mortal pleasures, seen things through the eyes of a mortal woman..."

"...and now you want to live vicariously through me?" Lois Lane finished for her.

The demon's laughter rang hollow. It shook Lois to her core. For a moment she had felt a twinge of sympathy for Blaze, but it was clear to her now that whatever mortal heritage Blaze was heir to, she had forsaken it long ago.

"Not in the least. You are a reporter, Lois Lane. You are close to Superman. Your father is a general. You are privy to many secrets I might find most valuable, in my eventual conquest of this realm. You will be my spy, my eyes and ears as I plot my next quest. It's that," the demon said, and her cock pushed a little deeper in Lois Lane's hole. "Or I take my pleasure of you now."