Lois Lane is...the Whoremonger!

I like it, Lois decided as the elevator descended. Simple, straightforward, accurate, easy to work "W" into a costume...

The doors swished open. A warm puff of air washed over Lois Lane, laden with scents of exotic spices, earthy and unfamiliar. The reporter stared in a single large, red chamber decorated with hanging silks in a thousand crimson shades, dominated by a single round bed laden with pillows...and a single slumbering figure.

Her skin was crimson, flesh lean, with the small, tight breasts and muscles thighs of a marathoner. Black horns curled back from her head, the slightly parted lips showed the tips of pointed fangs. An expanse of curly black hair surrounded her head, shocking against the red silk sheets. Almost instinctively, Lois checked to see if the carpet matched the drapes...only to find there was no carpet, the demon's pubis smooth and hairless until it faded into the long red cock and balls dangling between her legs.

The Whoremonger smiled. Target acquired.

Lois began to dump out pheromones as she approached the bed, and the sleeping demon's body was. She watched as the dark nipples hardened on the small breasts, which began to heave slightly as her breathing quickened. The cock began to rise between the dickgirl demon's legs, so that by the time Lois was on the edge of the bed it was towering fully erect and dribbling pre-cum, primed and ready to fuck.

The newborn supervillain ordered her pussy to lubricate. The cock towered about at least twelve inches, a real bitchbreaker—but her pussy would tame the savage prick, she was sure of it.

Lois slid onto the bed, thighs wet and slippery. She felt powerful...almost high. One fuck and all these whores would be the property of the Whoremonger! It was an intoxicating thought. And this would only be the first step...soon she would rule all the whores in Metropolis! All would bow before the superior slit of...the Whoremonger!

The demon stirred in her sleep, but Lois was past caring. She drew herself up into a squat over the raging red erection, shifting her loincloth so that she could see it slide into her pussy lips as she sank down...as she did now, letting out a little sigh of contentment as the hard shaft sank into her superhuman cunt. The Whoremonger didn't stop until her ass nestled against the fat crimson testicles.

Now, the Whoremonger thought, as her labia nestled against the base of the demon's dick. You are mine!