Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How Does Blaze Respond To Lois Lane's Plea?

Make Lois Lane Swear Herself To Blaze, Body And Soul

Invisible fingers gripped Lois Lane's hair. Tears streamed down the reporter's face as it was held inside the sucking maw of the gigantic cock. Her veins felt filled with ice, every muscle so stiff that she could hardly breathe. In her career as a crusading reporter, Lois Lane had dodged bullets and rayguns, faced aliens and criminals, madmen and geniuses, interviewed CEOs, presidents, the secretive head of an order of assassins...yet for the first time in her life she gazed into the dark abyss, and her whole composure collapsed.

The lips of the demon's distended urethra sucked at the reporter's face, but left the reporter's ears free.

"Swear yourself to me," Blaze said. "Sign yourself over to me, body and soul, to serve my will in all things, and I will preserve your life. You will be as immortal as I. And you will be mine."

Lois Lane hesitated. Her heart thundered in her breast. A part of her screamed defiance. Yet there was a scrabbling animal instinct for survival in her soul. It was life or ****...and ultimately, there was little choice.

"I want to live," Lois said, and her voice echoed oddly down the cock that threatened to devour her.

The air shimmered as the demon shed her invisibility. With an effortless strength, she pulled Lois Lane's face out of her cock.

"Prove it," the demon said, as she released the reporter's black hair. "Worship my cock with your body. Make me cum, and our contract will be complete. Fail...and my dick will swallow you whole."

Free, at least a little, Lois staggered backward. She could see the long, naked limbs of the demonic dickgirl, but most of the tub was taken up by a cock that stood six feet high, with veins thicker than a garden hose, and a pair of testes like medicine balls. The smell was phenomenal—like the first time Lois had an unwashed dick rubbed into her face, during a drunken party in university—and the tower of scarlet flesh radiated a terrible heat.

Yet Lois Lane knew she had little choice—or more accurately, that she had made her choice. She glanced at the door...and scowled as she saw that the door was gone. A blank expanse of wall met her eyes where the door should have been. This demon obviously had no intention of allowing Lois to escape.