Lois Castrates Blaze With Her Teeth

There was a wailing high-pitched scream as Lois bit down. Thick, dark, hot blood sprayed over her face. She could hear the note the demon struck in her soul, raw elemental pain. The reporter bit harder, sawing her teeth back and forth to slice through skin and integument, arteries and vesicles. The hot swollen nuts almost seemed to explode between her molars like hardboiled eggs, and the reporter could feel a salty liquid run down her throat, mingled blood and sperm.

With a wrench of her neck, Lois Lane ripped her face savagely side to side, ripping and tearing. Her teeth came together in a gnashing bite so savage she was afraid she might have chipped a canine, and with a smooth rolling motion she removed herself from the warm hot rain of the demon's blood into her face.

The castrated crimson devil stared at her in utter shock, eyes wide, hands cupped around the gaping wound where her balls used to be. The throbbing scarlet shaft was still hard, though it was now forever useful for impregnation. The pure white eyes turned to Lois in utter disbelief, and the reporter smiled around her mouthful of foul-tasting, salty flesh, openly chewing and masticating the testes into chunks of skin and meat...and then Lois **** herself to swallow, even though the pieces were too large, and the flavor foul, **** down the unexpected meal just to watch Blaze's face as her victory over the unmanned shemale was complete.

The scream reduced down to a whine, though the reverberation of that pain still echoed in the reporter's heart.

"Why?" Blaze asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Lois strode forward, her body painted with the demon's blood. The wound between her legs had ceased gushing, only dripping a thick, syrupy black liquid that was drying even as the reporter watched.

"Because I'm Lois Lane, bitch!" The reporter growled, feeling an unaccountable burning pain in her chest. With both hands she shoved the demon backwards onto the bed, her useless cock pointing up into the air.

The reporter smiled as sudden wicked inspiration struck. She had read how in ancient Rome, the matrons of the city had used recently castrated men as lovers—since they could still get hard for a little while, and there was no danger of pregnancy, it was the ultimate in safe sex.

Lois clambered onto the bed on top of the devil, who seemed to be shrinking into herself, quivering in fear, utterly complacent and submissive to the reporter who had taken her balls.

"You tried to control me," Lois snarled, lining up her pussy with the crimson rod. "You wanted to make me your whore, your little plaything. Well I've got news for your bitch...now you're my toy!"

She sank down hard, feeling the thick cock stab deep into her pussy. Blaze moaned in anguish as the weight of the reporter settled onto her wounded crotch. Lecherously, Lois reached forward and painfully pinched one of the demon's nipples, which soon became hard and erect in her fingers.

"I have a bad habit of breaking my toys," Lois said with a manic grin...and began to slowly ride the demon, her ass slamming down, causing a fresh look of agony to cross the demon's face with every impact, the castrated succubus apparently helpless against the mortal woman's ****.