Roles Reversed

Lois stared down at her crotch...and there, where her pussy should have been nestled between her legs, hung an impressive piece of pale man-meat, the flaccid cock hanging over a pair of swollen hen's eggs that nestled between the reporter's thighs. The brunette shifted her gaze to the demon—and saw that the swollen scarlet prick was gone, replaced by a smooth dark red expanse, split by a slightly darker crevasse.

"Now the tool is in thy hands," Blaze's voice was mocking. "And all the pent-up desires of man that go with it. No magic now, no unnatural lusts. Skill alone shall decide this contest! All is at stake...and I play to win!"

So saying the demon laid back on the bed, her dark tresses sprawled out behind her, radiating from her head like the rays of a black halo. Her tits, high and proud, jutted out from her chest on either side of her breastbone, and the long smooth valley of her belly ran down to her parted thighs. Two red hands toyed idly with her pubis, playing with the outer labia. Lois stared as the demon slowly spread those outer lips with her fingers, revealing the bright pink folds within.

Lois Lane had never been a lesbian, and didn't really consider herself bisexual, but even she could admire the beauty of the female form...and there was a dark allure to this wanton display before her, a Playboy centerfold displaying herself on Lois' own bed, mere feet away. Lois had thought herself immune to such carnality after an adult life where pornography was a couple clicks away, but now seeing it in the flesh...all the little goosebumps on the woman's scarlet skin, the glisten of wetness in those pink depths, the raw musky smell, like sweat but not rank... Almost beside herself, the reporter felt something stir in her new cock.

It was a novel sensation—a kind of tension, a sudden swelling—Lois shifted her thighs, trying not to touch it...but the pussy right in front of her was activating new instincts in her brain. She could feel her nipples harden, a heat spread across her face, and her prick, without Lois touching it at all, began to fill out and rise, the purple helmet poking out of its sheath...

"Yes," Blaze's voice was sultry and confident. "Give in to your desires. Come to me."