Start To Drown In Precum

Immediately, the heat was unbearable. It was like New Orleans during the wet season, hotter than blood and so humid that the reporter's body immediately became soaked in sweat. The air was rank, filled with the fumes of piss and cum, and as Lois Lane feebly fought against the tight walls that constricted her, the muscles that drew her ever deeper, she could feel the last remnants of her clothes immediately become soaked, start to tear and rot...

...but that wasn't the worst part.

A thick, slimy mucous began to fill the too-tight tunnel. Lois knew what it was, from handjobs and blowjobs. Thick, viscous pre-cum, the kind they warned young women about during sex ed might have enough sperm to get a woman pregnant. Except Lois Lane wasn't thinking about the risks of conception right now, because she had a much more immediate problem.

Running out of air.

Unable to do anything else, the nearly-naked reporter struggled to crawl deeper. Why, she wasn't certain. It was too dark to see inside the cock, and she could hardly move beyond a wiggle...terrible visions assailed her of the cock suddenly ejaculating, spurting her out and back down the tunnel...and she clung to that vision as her only hope, as her lungs burned and the level of precum rose and rose, until she had to spit it out of her mouth...

Though Lois Lane could not see it, the demon Blaze sat on a makeshift throne, surrounded by her acolytes. Lean and long were her limbs, the skin the color of fresh blood on parchment, but her mane of hair was dark as oil and spilled down over her small breasts, the great horns that curled back from her wide brow were dark as well, and the glowing eyes without pupil or iris beneath them were pure white. Her knees were splayed wide, her body slumped low, and the orange skirt she wore cast aside so that her magnificent crimson cock could stand tall, her hairless scarlet slit on display beneath it.

The nearest acolyte raised her head...and in the soft, smooth underside of the demon's twitching prick, she could just see the outline of a woman wiggle down deeper and deeper.

"Watch," Blaze spoke, her voice like the whisper of distant thunder.