Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Have To Do?

Drown Blaze In Pussy

Lois left the horse-cocked shemale standing there. The sightless things chained to the wall followed the reporter's progress as she climbed onto the bed where the scarlet succubus slept. The reporter tried to calm herself as she crawled, silently holding her breath, over the demon's body...over the fat crimson cock, and the small pert breasts. To lean over the demon's face.

Her small, pink, human hands lightly gripped the cool, dark horns that curved back from Blaze's brow. The soft echoes of the demon's snores seemed to reverberate in the reporter's cavernous cunny. Lois Lane's lungs burned as she desperately needed to breathe. Her heart hammered in her chest as she steeled herself for what she was about to do. What needed to be done if she was to save these women...all the women that the demon had apparently transformed.

With exaggerated care, Lois pulled on the horns. Turned the head toward her. The mouth fell open, and for a moment the reporter wondered if in her sleep the demon could taste Lois's pussy. Whether that would work itself into her dreams.

Then, breathing out slowly, Lois lowered her pussy down onto the open mouth.

Unfamiliar muscles stretched, her labia opening on unfamiliar spines. Lois imagined for a moment the image of the Predator when it took off its mask, and carefully the reporter settled her superhuman vagina over Blaze's mouth and nose. The labia stretched and gripped, digging into the scarlet skin, sealing tight against the red flesh.

Warm air puffed into the reporter's pussy. Blaze's exhalations. With inhuman control of her muscles, Lois began to clench her muscles...to draw the air up out of Blaze's lungs..and forcing her pheromone-laced pussy juice into the demon's mouth. Lois was working on instinct, not even sure if this would work...but the demon was the source of all of this, and if she could just control or kill Blaze, maybe the women would turn back to normal.

Or at least, that was Lois Lane's plans until the red eyelids shot open, and she stared down at white eyes without pupil or iris.