She Would Rather Starve

Lois Lane turned up her nose. The demoness might be able to **** her into a **** princess outfit, but the reporter wasn't about to give into the devilish dickgirl an inch. She'd rather starve to **** than willingly bring her lips to that luscious red mouth, wide and generous...

The reporter's stomach growled loudly.

The demon tugged gently at the gold chain attached to the collar about the reporter's neck.

"I enjoy your wilfulness, Lois. It makes your inevitable surrender to my will all the sweeter. But do not think you have any control here—this is my domain, and you are my ****."

Lois wouldn't meet the demon's pure white eyes. Hungry as she was, she wasn't going to give into her. No matter what Blaze said, Lois was in control of herself...

Blaze came down from the throne. Her bare loincloth was cast aside, letting her great crimson cock hang out, swollen fat and heavy as some bloated maggot, nearly as big as the reporter's forearm. The reporter twisted aside, but the chain brought her up short. She could do nothing except look away as the demon stroked her inhuman dick with her free hand.

With a series of grunts, the demon began to spew. Great sticky ropes, black as crude oil, splashed over the hot food, tainting it with her reeking seed. Lois turned up her nose as the ammoniac smell of fresh cum mingled with the mouthwatering scents of the fresh food. Her stomach churned, nausea warring with hunger as she saw the food, within arm's reach, splattered with the demon's semen.

The display lasted only a few moments. The moment the last dish was tainted, Blaze wiped the tip of her cock off on the nearest goblet, and let the softening monster dangle crudely between her thighs.

"Now, I order you—eat."

The reporter opened her eyes, brow wrinkled in confusion.

What is the demon doing now? The reporter thought as her hand reached for the nearest plate of sticky spiced meats. First she says don't eat, then she says eat...as if I would...wait, what the fuck am I doing?

The reporter's hand came up with a cum-drenched chicken wing, the crisp brown skin dripping with black goo...and she began to shake as her body ignored her orders to stop, the elbow bending, her mouth opening to receive the hot, greasy morsel.

"You will learn your place, Lois," Blaze said as the reporter's white teeth bit into the flesh, chewing avidly, swallowing cum, grease, and meat and going back for more. "Soon, you will do as I ask of your own free will."