Set The Rules

Lois stretched out her hand and grasped Blaze by the neck. Not to ****...just to hold...and then to caress, as the demon's throat relaxed.

"Rules. My safeword is 'kryptonite.'" The reporter said.

"Mine is 'Nazarene,'" the demon said. She stepped closer, and the reporter felt a hand grasp her vulva. "No collars."

"Agreed. Namecalling?" Lois brought her gloved hand over the demon's lips, peeling them back to expose a sharp white fang.

"I'm fine with it...cunt." Blaze said.

"Dyke," Lois replied, cracking the whip in her other hand.

"Bitch," Blaze squeezed and pulled, tearing the thin "cloth" away.

"Clitlicker," Lois said with a smile. She grabbed one of Blaze's horns and pulled her close.

"Promises, promises," Blaze muttered, and then their mouths opened, tongues extended. It was like spiders mating. Tentative, at first, that first contact. Then the two soft pink slugs of meat were sliding against one another. Tasting each other's breath. Heads tilting, growing closer until their hot lips locked. Pushing deeper, locked in some wordless struggle.

The demon's finger slid inside the reporter's wet slit...Lois Lane's lash came down on Blaze's buttocks. Their nipples rubbed against each other as Lois willed her shirt to vanish...and Lois knew this was all but foreplay. The succubus was still wary, reserved, looking for a trap. She needed to draw Blaze out, make her cum...