Satanus

The man standing in Lois Lane's apartment wore a conservative tweed suit. He was tall, with a wide face stuck in a broad, smug grin. Dark eyes flashed beneath his brows, and his dark hair was oiled and combed back from his face. There was a resemblance with Blaze, something in the cheekbones, the way he carried himself like a predator, for all that he outwardly appeared to be human.

The demonic dickgirl sighed. "Lois Lane, my brother Lord Satanus. Who was just leaving."

"Now, now sister...what is it that our mother said? Share and share a-like?"

"That whore never said any damn thing like that," Blaze growled. She twisted her body, tossing Lois Lane onto the far side of the bed, and stood up. A black halo formed around the demoness' head, tiny flickers of black lightning striking her horns. "This one is mine! Go find your own slut!"

The grin did not shift on Satanus' features. But a blot appeared on his cheek, like fresh blood...and Lois watched as within a moment it spread over his entire face. The dark eyes appeared to recede into black pits, and when he opened them again they were pure white, just like Blaze's. Horns grew from his proud, terrible brow, and the face hung in shadow as a golden helmet appeared on his head.

"Do not threaten me, sister! I take what I want, and what I want is a piece of that mortal cunt!"

"Mine!" Blaze growled, muscles tensing.

There was a greasy feeling in the air, like the moments before a lightning strike. That weird drop of pressure that suggested a storm was due in any moment, and Lois knew with a sinking feeling that unless she did something and quick, she would be caught in the midst of a battle between two demonic siblings...both of whom were intent on laying claim to her holes.

What do I do? Lois thought, feeling her guts gnaw at her as she saw the swinging cock between Blaze's spread legs, noticed the matching bulge in Satanus' suit crotch. There's no way I can fight them, and I...fuck, I still want more of that cum!