Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Lois Lane Makes A Mistake

It just felt so natural. She was wet. Horny. The cock was right there, rock hard, rubbing against her pussy. Angelica Blaze's mouth found her jaw and kissed her. They both wanted it, they were both adults...and at that moment Lois Lane ignored the **** note that her past self had written. Eyes locked on the screen, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter lifted her leg a little, reached down, and guided the cock to her pussy...and as soon as she felt that monster slide inside of her, as soon as the moan came from her throat...Lois Lane knew she had made a mistake.

The memories which Blaze had locked away came flooding back. The reporter's eyes went wide and she gasped as one of the demonic dickgirl's hands grabbed her thigh, spreading her wider so she could stuff more of her shaft into Lois Lane's snatch. The other hand reached under the reporter's arm to grab her breast. Softly, Blaze whispered into Lois Lane's ear:

"Gotcha."

The reporter's heart sank, even as Blaze's cock sank deeper into her cunt, until the swollen head seemed like it would brush her womb. Lois grimaced as the demon's tongue licked at her face.

"You see? I didn't need magic to fuck you. Because despite all your posturing, at heart you're just a needy little slut, aren't you sweetmeat?" Blaze said, her voice as soft and rumbly as a cat's purr. "And now I own you, body and soul."

A part of Lois Lane wanted to fight back, to leap off the couch, to tell Blaze that she was wrong...but something stopped her. Lois found she couldn't move, couldn't say a word to escape the demon's clutches. She could only lay on the couch as Blaze began to move, that cock threatening to turn her pussy inside out, eyes still locked on the screen as Christopher Lee smiled menacingly.

"I hope you like this movie, Lois," Blaze said. "You were quite the cocktease. Gave me lots of time to think about what to do with you. And now I think I'm going to let you experience what she did...to carry a demonspawn. How would you like that, my little fuckpet?"

It was a question...an opening. Although Lois still couldn't pull away from the demon, she found her voice was her own. Enough, at least, for her to try one last **** ploy...