Lois Lane is...Supercunt!

The former reporter smiled. She could get a costume...with a cape...but no crotch. Nothing to get in the way of her powers. What man or woman could resist her? She could walk into a bank and the cashiers would fall on their knees to worship her. The very idea of having that kind of power over others was intoxicating...corrupting...

The doors of the elevator swished open. A warm puff of air washed over Lois Lane, laden with scents of exotic spices, earthy and unfamiliar. The reporter stared in a single large, red chamber decorated with hanging silks in a thousand crimson shades, dominated by a single round bed laden with pillows...and Lois Lane found herself face-to-face with a towering figure.

Her skin was crimson, flesh lean, with the small, tight breasts and muscles thighs of a marathoner. Black horns curled back from her head, the slightly parted lips showed the tips of pointed fangs. An expanse of curly black hair fell from her head to her shoulders like an oily black waterfall. Almost instinctively, Lois checked to see if the carpet matched the drapes...only to find there was no carpet, the demon's pubis smooth and hairless until it faded into the long red cock and balls dangling between her legs.

"Lois Lane," the demon said, in a strange, unfamiliar accent. "I wondered where you had gotten off to."

"You're the one in charge?" Lois asked.

"Of course," the lips twitched into a smug little smile. "I am Blaze. Now....on your knees."

"I don't think so," Lois said.

A red arm shot out and grabbed the reporter by the neck. With no apparent effort, she lifted the reporter toward the elevator's ceiling. Utterly unperturbed at the reporter's hundred and five pounds held at arm's length.

"That wasn't a request," Blaze said. "I like a bit of quim after a nap, and you will do quite nicely."

Lois grabbed at the arm, trying to find enough space to breathe...

"Eat...my...cunt!" Supercunt growled. Her whole body tensed as an invisible wave of heat seemed to pour out of her exposed pussy.

The demon's crimson knees hit the floor of the elevator. The arm let go, so the reporter landed on her feet. The white eyes, without pupil and iris, went wide as Blaze grabbed at the reporter's hips, burying her tongue in Supercunt's hot honeypot.

"Yeah," Lois rasped, her voice damaged from the demon's superhuman grip. Supercunt grabbed the demon's horns, forcing the nose into her carefully-trimmed pubic hair. "Lick that fucking pussy! This is your god now!"