So That Lois Lane Can Take Blaze's Cock

Blaze's own cock throbbed in her hands, the crimson flesh so thick that her fingers could not meet. All succubi could change their shape to match the desires of the victim—but in her true form, no mortal woman had ever been able to take the demon's towering prick. Slunk low in her throne-like chair, so that her pendulous testicles hung over the edge, the demon stared at the screen where Lois Lane moaned, bottoming out on the Black shemale's prick.

The scarlet succubus had sensed the potential in Lois Lane, when the reporter had first come into the club. All the others that Blaze had attracted, whom she had changed to match their inner desires, had failed her. Too wrapped up as they were in their need for a big cock or huge tits. None of them focused on taking dick. Yet Lois Lane...she was curious. And that curiosity could push her in directions that Lois had never dreamed of.

"Right into my lap," Blaze hissed...and she sent a thought to her minion, the Black dickgirl who pretended to be Vixen with her massive horsecock. A thought that was received, and soon conveyed...

"You like the big ones, don't you slut?" the faux-Vixen said, grinning wide as she gripped the reporter's trim waist. Lois Lane felt her hips grind. All two feet of that dick was inside of her, impossible as that might seem. She stared down at the big black balls, taut and pressed against her labia. The reporter's hand touched her abdomen, to feel the bulge inside of her, a physical distortion that could be sensed even beneath the hard-packed muscle.

"I do," Lois admitted, as much to herself as to the cockbearer. "My better lovers have always been bigger down there. I never thought of myself as a size queen. Never tried to stretch out my pussy with big dildoes or anything. But it's so...Great Caesar's ghost, I'm so full!"

"You know," the faux-Vixen said. "My boss...she's even bigger. Nobody can take her dick. A few of us have tried."

"Bigger than you!?" Lois said in disbelief. "What is she, half-elephant?"

The Black dickgirl laughed, and in laughing shook. Lois moaned as the head of the cock pounded a little deeper. The reporter didn't know there was any deeper to go. One more inch and the cockhead might tear through her and ejaculate over her heart.

"If you're curious, I'll introduce you," the faux-Vixen's warm fingers rubbed the reporter's thighs. "You're already hot, wet, and ready. If you take her...she'll tell you everything you want to know."

Blaze's lips twitched. Her cock drooled. Purple veins throbbed. Inside of Lois Lane, the reporter's **** desire to take Blaze's cock shaped her internal reality. Muscles strengthened. The cunt-tunnel became more elastic, more sensitive, more veins and arteries moved to flood the new tissues with blood. The cervix thickened, a donut of flesh tighter now than Supergirl's asshole, which could crush diamonds to dust.

"Bring her to me," Blaze whispered, and steam rose off her red flesh as her internal temperature rose. "Bring me the cunt of Lois Lane!"