Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How does Lois respond?

What's The Catch?

Even through the pain of her broken pussy, Lois Lane had the presence of mind to ask the question. She grimaced in pain, and shivered as if cold. The wet spread of her blood told her she was bleeding out...but there were fates worse than ****...

Blaze stared her in the eye. "I'll heal your pussy and all the damage...but it won't be exactly like it was before. It'll be bigger...deeper...more durable...and it'll heal faster."

"Why?" Lois choked out, still not able to trust the demonic dickgirl.

The demon thrust her hips, showing her raging erection. Even spattered with cum and Lois Lane's blood, the dying reporter could see how stiff and swollen it was.

"Because I want a pussy that I can fuck without killing you," the scarlet succubus said frankly.

Lois tried to debate her options...but in truth, she knew that she didn't have much bargaining room. Still, one thing she noticed, as her vision began to grey out, was that she made no agreement to actually fuck Blaze again. The reporter sucked in air and managed to **** out...

"Fine. Heal me..."

The reporter's head fell back, consciousness swiftly fading. She did not see the dark lightning crackle from Blaze's fingertips. The blood reversing course and flowing back into ruptured veins and arteries, which then repaired themselves. Muscles reknitting together. Tears and rents closing. Until in a bare moment, Lois Lane's pussy looked almost as it had.

Which wouldn't fit the demon's purpose at all.

Black energies crackled around her fingers as Blaze's thumbs dug into the reporter's cunt. Firm flesh molded like clay as her power coursed through Lois Lane's body. In her sleep, the reporter grunted as one red hand pushed its way inside of her, new muscles growing, the inseminated uterus being pushed deeper into her torso, shifting all the other organs around to make room, widening the hips, tugging the labia down so it would brush against the reporter's thighs. By the time Blaze was done, the reporter's mons stuck out obscenely, the thick lips of the labia wider than the reporter's fingers and unable to close complete, the clit a nub of flesh as big as the reporter's thumb.

The demon's cock bobbed, already leaking in eager anticipation.