Lois Can Handle Anything

There was a moment when it felt like the world held its breath—the air was hot and stuffy, like the warm, stifling night before a summer storm—and when it let it out, Angelica Blaze gave one determined shake...and stepped out of her skin.

It was the only way Lois could describe it. The image of the nude shemale hung there in the air like a frozen frame on an old movie...but the figure that stepped forward was taller, with the lean muscles of a sprinter; scarlet skin tight against ribs and collar bone, cheeks and elbows. Her breasts were a little less full, the nipples a deep pink, and horns stood out from her brow and swept backwards over her head. The eyes were dark parts, with pure white showing, no iris or sclera. Only the penis was identical, save for color: a deep scarlet, the foreskin peeled back to show a head almost purple.

"Well...this is me." The demon bit her lip.

"Nice to meet you," Lois let out the breath she had been holding. She sat down on the bed and spread her legs. One hand crept down to her pussy, spreading the lips. "I'd like to get to know you better."

Blaze sank down on her knees before Lois, and the shemale's attitude struck the reporter almost as—reverent. Like a nun preparing to receive communion. She stared up at Lois, the head of her swollen prick only inches away from Lois' parted cuntlips.

"I am Blaze, daughter of the wizard Shazam and a demon; sister of Satanas, and...I have been a villain, for these many centuries. I have fought and corrupted heroes. I have bought and traded souls and favors. In this time I have fought Superman, Captain Marvel...many of the greatest champions of this world."

She inched closer, on her knees, until the throbbing cocktip almost touched Lois' gates. The reporter could actually feel the heat emanating from the shemale meat, see the glistening drop of precum beading on the urethra.

"I...I came...to this world to seek out lost souls...the almost-damned...to offer them their heart's price." Warm, dry hands lay gently on Lois' thighs. The tips of the fingers were curled into wicked claws, the demon careful not to scrape them against the reporter's skin. "The women that are missing...I gave them what they wanted, in exchange for their service."

"And what do you want?" Lois asked, shifting her hips forward just that tiniest fraction of an inch, so the inner lips of her pussy kissed the head of that cock. Blaze trembled, struggling with herself. The reporter was sure any human man would have plunged their prick into her hot depths by now...but Blaze was holding back. "And what price are you willing to pay for it?"

"I...I want you...your cunt...your womb...your...heart..." The demon's eyes were glowing—shining from within—and Lois noticed the pink nipples were painfully erect, sticking out from her breasts like eraser nubs. "I will give you...anything..."

Lois leaned forward. "I want your seed in my womb. I want to make a baby with you. For the rest..." She spread her legs as wide as she could, forcing her pussy to take in just the tip of Blaze's cock. "...give up the souls you have taken, and you can fuck me forever."

"Such a pact, once made, is binding to us both," Blaze's grip on Lois' thighs grew firmer, the claws just pressing against her skin. "Once done, this cannot be undone. I will pour all of myself into you, pollute your womb for all eternity...no one will want you, save me. No one will be able to have you, save me. This is...your last chance."

"No," Lois said, bringing her hands up to cup Blaze's face. She leaned close, close enough that she could taste the demon's breath, their lips only a finger's breadth apart. "Kiss me...and release them. Or don't."