Maybe?

There was a quaver in Lois Lane's voice. Her life had not been without its pleasures, but it had been a long nine months without sexual contact with a fellow human being before this night—and she was intoxicated by more than just liquor. The strange power of this woman Blaze and her associates had on the reporter had sapped something of Lois Lane's normally indomitable will—had let her find herself in a position which in normal circumstances Lois would never have countenanced in a million years.

Yet the reporter knew, despite everything else, that she was victim of some nefarious plot. That some influence was over her, at which her innermost self yet rebelled. Weakened though she was by ****, lust, and that magnificent ribbed toy that threatened to stretch her pussy out of shape with each thrust, Lois yet could not give herself entirely to that pleasure...or to Blaze.

The demon dropped down onto her haunches...and she was a demon now, Lois could see that. The blood-red skin was wet and gleaming. Her delicate human ankles gave way to dainty, hairless, goat-like hooves. Her own proud tool—so real, so lifelike that Lois could smell the rank masculinity that wafted from the swollen, purple head—hung down from her pussy, the grotesque balls so fat and heavy that they dangled on the floor. Yet Lois could also see the seam of Blaze's labia where the other end of the dildo was inserted; it wasn't a real cock, no matter that it almost looked like Blaze had grown it herself.

Red hands seized the reporter's head, peeling her eyebrows back and forcing the reporter's eyes open.

"You're so close, Lois. I can feel the need in you. The weakness. The eagerness. There is a magnificent slut within you, just dying to be born. With a word from you, I can unleash her...the cunt you were always meant to be!"

Lois licked her lips. Valeria never slackened her pace, the reporter's whole body moving as the dildo slid in and out, a little faster and rougher, the Latina huffing as her excitement grew. Fucking herself as she fucked Lois, getting off on it.

Curiosity boiled over in Lois Lane's mind. What it would be like to give instead of receive, to fuck instead of be fucked. Yet she had one question that rose over all of that.

"What's in it for you?" Lois whispered thickly.