The Demon Cums

It felt like an oil drill striking Texas crude. A high-pressure stream of liquid filth and corruption released inside of her, almost knocking Lois off of her perch. Blaze arched her back and held it, pumping her viscous seed inside of the human woman who had so foolishly, pridefully mounted her...and all Lois Lane could do was hang on.

She clamped her thighs tight as the devil sent shot after shot into her womb. Illness struck Lois then, a nauseous eruption in her stomach as though her very guts recoiled at the thought of sharing space with the black torrent of semen gushing into her cunt.

Light-headed, Lois gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, bile rising in the back of her throat, limbs shaking and weak. It felt like she was douching herself out with the contents of the local sewer. She had invited darkness in and it entered, pounded away at her most sacred place, and now it was leaving a part of itself behind.

Gagging, sobbing, stomach revolting, heart-throbbing madly, pain building in her temples, Lois felt her traitorous body shake and shiver, pussy clamping down unconsciously on the crimson faucet, womb fulfilling the ancient prerogative and drinking deep of the tainted seed as the reporter climaxed.

Slowly, by degrees, Blaze eased herself down until she was lying once more on the ground. The hateful cock remained rigid, trapping much of her evil ejaculate in the reporter's cunt, which felt...Lois had no other word for it...unclean.

"Other women have gone mad," Blaze murmured, a touch of awe in her terrible voice. "And yet you are still sane. Still able to tell good from evil. Do you think you have done evil, my dear?"

"I fucked the devil," Lois wrapped her arms around herself. Her body felt uncomfortably warm, feverish, yet she shook as though could, fighting to keep her teeth from chattering. "Where are the missing women?"

"Gone, now. I have released them. As I release you," the demon gave a cryptic half-smile.

Some ember still burned in Lois Lane's mind, fighting through the horror and self-recrimination. One last spark of defiance, curiosity, and pride as she demanded to know:

"Why?"

"Because," the demon closed her eyes, "I have what I came here for."