Blaze Has To Do Penance For Her Sins

Lois Lane's idea of penance was harsh and very demanding.

"...you're going to give up a life of crime and villainy, do community service, and you're not allowed to fuck anyone else until you atone for your sinful ways," the reporter said. "In fact, I think I need to keep a close eye on you! No going back to Hell or hanging out with other demons. Oh, and release all the damned souls and minions you have. You're retiring from evil."

In the annals of perdition, there is probably a more exquisite torment than being read a list of life-changing demands and sacrifices while being held on the verge of climax and teased relentlessly by a mortal woman who holds you completely in her power—but if so, Blaze could not think of it right now. The demon bared her teeth, cock throbbing painfully, balls squeezing so that the pressure beneath the reporter's thumb built and built...but distracted as she was, Blaze could not bring herself to the higher-order thoughts needed to overcome the reporter's ridiculously simply block by simply teleporting the cum straight into Lois Lane's uterus or rerouting her urethra around the annoying obstacle.

It was maddening...and it wounded the scarlet succubus' pride to even consider giving in to this laundry list of ridiculous demands.

"...and if you stay here, you have to help out. That means keeping this place clean and doing laundry!" Lois said.

"Mortal bitch!" Blaze said with as much coolness as she could muster, though at the moment she was almost ready to rip her horns off if it would give her some carnal release. "Do you really think I value your cunt that much!? I could with but a whim spread my seed to a hundred million women locked in their lovers' arms tonight, and cuckold this entire city!"

Lois grinned triumphantly.

"But you won't. Because that would mean you lose. You want to creampie Superman's girlfriend. You want my stomach to swell up and me tits to fill up with milk and have the entire world know that you got me pregnant when Superman wouldn't or couldn't. And you want to fuck me over and over as I get bigger every day, and see me struggle through morning sickness and swollen ankles and hemorrhoids as I get fat and huge with your demonspawn. Because anything less than that means you tried and failed. It means you're a loser. A quitter. Are you a quitter, Angie?"

Blaze's eyes burned so bright that the tears turned to steam and rose as wisps of vapor. Her cock was now hard as the prick of a marble statue of old, and though Lois could not see it the heavy testes beneath her thumb had grown to the size of ripe tomatoes, and darkened in color to a vivid purple.

"No," Blaze admitted. "I'm not a quitter. And I will knock you up, you beautiful bitch!"

Lois Lane's heart sang at the words. She felt high, adrenaline signing through her veins. It was better than high-stakes gambling, better than normal risky sex. Her heart hammered against her breastbone and Lois knew she was putting her life, her future, even her uterus on the line...and she was utterly incapable of backing out now.

"So...is it a deal?" The reporter said, willing the demon to say yes.