Blaze Wants To—But She Can't Get Hard

The demon waited in the darkness. Listened to Lois Lane's breathing as it slowed and deepened. Like a lionness staking out a waterhole, she waited patiently for the time to be right—to pounce when her prey was most ****, for maximum effect. As Lois sank into deeper slumber, Blaze knew that the moment approached. One swift move to toss off the sheets, to **** those soft legs apart, to thrust her raging erection into the flower of Lois Lane's womanhood and see those eyes open in shock and hurt, the trusting nature wounded by Blaze's betrayal, and finally despair...

There was only one problem.

Her stupid cock wouldn't get hard.

Beneath the covers, the mighty organ remained entirely flaccid. Try as she might to **** it to rise, to grow into a mighty horn ready to rip Lois Lane's cunt asunder, the damnable piece of meat lay still as jelly. With quite exasperation, Blaze reached down beneath the covers and touched her softness. Two fingers grasped the dangly noodle and began to tug at it, all the while willing it into life.

The demon's teeth clenched. Getting hard had never been a problem before. Yet even as she plied her internal muscles to make her balls jump, even as her thumb rubbed against the sensitive glans and the soft underside, her dick remained recalcitrant. Slowly, achingly slowly, as the minutes passed she could feel it begin to sluggishly respond. Not daring to make a sound, Blaze closed her eyes and replayed in her mind all the cunts and mouths and assholes she had known...the virgins whose blood had spattered on her dick,the toothless old women reduced to sucking her cock because they had nothing else, the witchs who bent over and let her roughly split their asses in two as the price of their initiation into her mysteries.

Except...none of that worked, now. The cock remained only half-swollen in her hand, as limp as rope. Nothing of her old sexual conquests seemed to excite her. The darkness seemed to deepen around Blaze as she struggled, all alone, unsure of the cause for her sudden impotence.

Then Lois Lane turned over in her sleep. One white arm fell across the demon's breasts. A hard chin pressed into Blaze's shoulder. Fine black hair fell across the demon's face.

Softly, Lois Lane began to snore...and Blaze found, to her consternation, that her heart beat a little quicker, and a tremor ran through it. Like when a dog sleeping beside you shifts so that their butt touches your own, that little skinship which is the ultimate expression of trust and acceptance...

...and the limp cock fell from Blaze's suddenly nerveless fingers.

The situation was more serious than she thought.