Blaze Decides To Use Lois Lane's Niceness Against Her

Wait, Blaze thought as Lois Lane cradled her against her breast. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. I'll play the traumatized young woman, wait until Lois least expects it, and then **** the shit out of her! The betrayal will make her violation all the sweeter...

So, Blaze allowed herself to be hugged and coddled. Listened to the reporter's inane ramblings. Even though they were both grown woman, the helplessness that Angelica projected invoked Lois Lane's motherly instincts. Already, the reporter was planning on how to help Blaze out...get her into college...turn her life around.

The demon was nauseated by the reporter's positive vibes...but her mind already worked on her plan. Without a word, the glamours that Blaze had set up around her lair were carefully altered. When at last a wall crumbled and a familiar blue-and-red-clad superhero burst into sight, there was no river of cum, and Superman saw only the Daily Planet's greatest reporter and a nondescript young woman, soaked to the skin after falling into an underground river.

The Man of Steel didn't even recognize Blaze in her human form. Didn't flinch as he carried them both through the sky, to land on the balcony of Lois Lane's apartment.

The reporter busied herself helping out her guest...providing a change of clothes, a hot shower, a microwaved meal...and before she knew it, Angelica Blaze and Lois Lane were laying on the bed, side by side, watching a horror movie on the reporter's television. The demon had spoken barely a few words to the reporter's endless questions, not wishing to press her luck with too many lies, acting as the stunned and abused young woman, still in shock.

The demonic dickgirl found her gaze drifting from the screen to the reporter. Lois was dressed only in a long night shirt that fell to her knees. Blaze herself was dressed in the reporter's spare gown, her cock pressed against the mattress, oddly soft. Normally, this close to an unprotected woman, Blaze would be hard as a satyr, ready to rip through a maidenhead or hit virgin territory inside of her victim...but there was just something so oddly wholesome about it all.

As the film ended, Lois gave a yawn.

"It's been a long night," Lois said, and gave Blaze a smile. "We should get some sleep. Come on."

Television off. Last trips to the bathroom. Lights out as they clambered into Lois Lane's queen-sized bed. In the darkness, Blaze listened to Lois Lane's breathing, wondering when to make her move...

"It's okay, you know," Lois Lane said softly. "I know this has been a lot for you. But no one's going to hurt you again. Just stick with me. We'll get through this...together..."

The tired voice trailed off...yet Blaze could tell that Lois meant every word.