Link Their Genitals With A Spell

Thee to me, my blood to thine,

Cock and cunt entwine,

Hot and hard, hard and hot,

Whene'er lust is sought.

The words spilled out, singsong. The air grew charged, and all the hairs began to stand out on Lois Lane's body. Black sparks burst out from scarlet fingertips and struck the reporter's half-hard cock...and with each one, a little jolt ran through her prick, her balls convulsed, the veins began to throb painfully, her heart pounding a little faster.

Slowly...achingly slowly, though in truth it was probably not more than a few seconds, the once-deflated cock now stood up above the reporter's body in a great curved arc. The head was an angry violet, and the veins stood out from the surface, which was darker and thicker-looking than it had been before. Lois Lane's brows furrowed as she saw the revived erection, like Frankenstein's monster aroused from the dead with inhuman strength and life.

"What have you done?" Lois whispered as she felt an alien heat settle through her body. She had just had sex, had just cum, but now felt...like hadn't masturbated for months. Her whole body quivered, **** for touch, and her dick lurched and jumped, begging to bury itself in one of Blaze's holes...ass, pussy, mouth...at that moment, it was only the reporter's shock that kept her from rising up to pierce her.

Blaze smiled, her own pussy dripping down onto the hot cock. She flexed in her squat, and touched the super-sensitive prick, guiding it back to her cum-filled ass.

"One reason we demons engage in pacts is that it becomes so much easier to affect you mortals with our magic," Blaze said. "Since all that annoying free will nonsense is done with, your protections lowered, a connection forged. So I have tied our lusts together. Now, when I want to fuck, you get hard; and when you want one of my holes, I get wet and ready for you."

The reporter's hips jumped off the bed, burying her prick in the demon's hungry ass. It was madness, it was brilliant. No headaches, no not being in the mood. Just sex. The reporter could barely conceive of all the possibilities, the problems it would cause her in her life to have a prick that got hard whenever Blaze wanted a taste of cock.

Yet as the demon moaned and sat in the reporter's lap, pinning Lois to the bed, neither of them were thinking of anything else right now.

What Lois didn't know is that demonic magic and demonic sex have certain...side effects.