Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Is Lois Lane's Last Question?

What Would It Look Like If You Fucked Yourself?

Blaze hissed. "You can't...!"

Lois smiled. "I just did."

Both of them turned to stare at the demon's dick. The crimson cock appeared to be swollen harder than ever before, the veins standing out on its surface. Blaze herself appeared frozen in place, unable to move.

"No...I won't...!" The demon's sharp teeth were bared, her entire body straining against itself, black sparks flashing out of her pure white eyes.

Slowly...achingly slowly...the cock began to curve downward.

Lois Lane bit her lip, sinking back into a chair. Her fingers found her way to her slit, rubbing gently up and down as she drank in the sight.

Legs akimbo, the demon could only stare at her own cock as it bent at an unnatural angle. Any mere mortal penis would have broken, unable to maintain an erection and still go through such a contortion, but Blaze's infernal prick remained rigid as it shifted, internal anatomy forcing the muscular organ down, down, pressing against those heavy, hairless red balls...and, Lois knew, up again, the head searching for a warm, moist home...

Something like desperation crossed Blaze's face. A weird, purple glow crossed her cheeks, which Lois realized was the demon blushing. The head of the cock was invisible now, buried behind her balls, which were being squeezed out to the sides as the cock continued its upward journey toward the pussy that must be there.

Very briefly, licking her lips, the reporter wondered if it was possible for the demon to impregnate herself.

"I'll break my pact with you!" The demon said. "Just ask me to! Now, before it's too late."

Lois swirled her index finger around her clit.

"Say please," the reporter said, in no hurry to move. "And promise no repercussions on me or the women."

"Yes, anything!" The demon's voice broke, suddenly higher. "It's going in!"