Fuck Blaze Until She Gives Lois Lane Her Body Back

"You...cunt!" Lois thundered. She reached down and grabbed Blaze's arms. With easy strength, she pinned the woman to the bed. A terrible sense of power ran through Lois Lane's demon body as she saw her own form wiggle helplessly.

"You think you can just take my body? Do you even know what it means to be a woman!? How much shit I have to take on a daily basis, all those eyes staring at me...how hard I work to keep fit, only to be awarded by sexual harassment?"

Blaze spat in her face.

"Don't push your bullshit on me, Lane! This body is mine, for as long as I want it! You may have the upper hand in physical strength, but you know nothing of magic! There is nothing you can do to make me leave this form." Lois Lane stared down at her own familiar face, locked in an unfamiliar smile. "Face it, Lois. You're stuck with me. Now, why don't you let me go and we can make love again..."

Anger boiled in Lois Lane. Maybe it was the demon blood pounding through her veins, or perhaps it was just the smug way that Blaze had said it...or the way it was apparent, to the now demonic reporter, that Blaze couldn't free herself from her grip, and that her crimson cock was stiff and ready to go again.

"You want to get fucked?" Lois said, low and angry. She angled her hips until the head of her demonic prick pressed against the cum-flooded tunnel beneath her. "Then get fucked."

The reporter drove her cock forward. There was nothing gentle or easy about it this time, no effort to maximize pleasure or minimize damage. On the contrary, Lois felt a cold cruelty as she shoved her cock as deep and hard as she could, and there was a terrible satisfaction in the visage of pain that crossed the familiar features of the woman beneath her as the head of that demonic dick hit something deep inside of her.

"Ow!" Blaze said. "Watch it, you're being too rough..."

"I'll be as rough as I want!" Lois declared. "It's my cunt, and I'll fuck it however I choose! Maybe if I hit my cervix enough times, I'll abort that little bastard you're so convinced is in my belly."

Blaze froze. Worry flashed across those violet eyes.

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" Lois shot back...and dug her thumbs into the woman's shoulders, until she cried out in pain. The demonic reporter began to pull out her cock, determined to carry through with her threat...to pound her own cervix into hamburger if that was what it took.