Yes—Barely

It's different for men and dickgirls, of course. All they need is a tight, wet hole. Mouth, ass, pussy, even a particularly ripe cantaloupe—stimulation of the prick is the key to climax. For women, though, it takes more than just a cock pistoning in a woman's pussy to bring her to orgasm.

That is why Blaze's thumb rubbed at the reporter's clit with surgical precision. Why her mouth sucked hard at the reporter's small breasts, and bit lightly at the stiff nipples. Let the reporter's heels drum on her buttocks and the nails dig bloody furrows in her back. Woman and dickgirl were locked together in carnal ****, in a terrible race that, perhaps, neither of them were truly eager to win.

Lois Lane could not see Blaze's balls swell and darken. As the dickgirl focused on bringing Lois to climax first, aspects of her human glamour slipped. Her testes grew to the size of coconuts inside a scrotum as red as blood, and the pressure on the demon's prostate increased in proportion to the Satanic seed rapidly being produced. Little did Lois know of the potency of Blaze's cum...or the sheer volume that was now aimed at her defenseless womb.

In that moment, it isn't clear that the reporter would even have cared. The prim and proper reporter, who had acted so out of character ever since she had stepped into the club and into the field of Blaze's influence, was now caught in the eye of the storm of the demon's lusts. All inhibitions shed, her original purpose for coming here temporarily forgotten, the strange travails of her night out lost in the moment as Blaze sawed in and out of her cunt.

Until that tightness in her belly spread. Her back arched. Breath came in tight little gasps, faster and faster. Something warm and soft like a pillow pushed against the reporter's ass, and she stretched out her legs and curled her toes and...

The darkness swallowed Lois Lane's scream of utter release. It was lost beneath the pounding of feet on the dance floor of the club above. Rendered sub-audible by layers of stone and concrete. Yet all at once, up above, dozens of women who felt that vibration in their bones suddenly blushed in sympathy, as a strange dampness filled their pussies.

Lois Lane had cum first. Yet Blaze was about to explode.