She Can And Does

What Blaze had not counted on was how deeply her influence had already inflamed Lois Lane's lust, or how mental changes had occurred with the physical ones. Little by little through the night, from the first sip of that first drink, Blaze's demonic essence had been shifting the reporter's perspectives, pushing her in directions she would never have considered, encouraging her to make decisions she would never had made. The direct pumping of the undiluted product straight into Lois Lane's body had only exacerbated and accelerated the process...

...and Lois was no submissive bimbo. She was intelligent, adaptable, versatile, creative, and determined. On top of which, the now partially-demonic reporter had some training in United States military combatives training.

With a growl, the red-skinned reporter bared her teeth and bit into Blaze's neck. The scarlet succubus did not expect the love-bite and froze...long enough for Lois to let go of Blaze's horns and grab her right arm. While it was an awkward position, on her back with her legs locked around Blaze, that still-stiff cock buried in her ass, Lois worked blindly to draw the arm back and pin it into a lock, one hand on the demon's elbow, the other on her wrist.

Blaze growled, twisted, grabbed at Lois with her left arm—but the demon's greater strength meant nothing when she had no leverage with which to apply such ****. In time, perhaps, Blaze could **** herself Lois...but as the reporter's ass muscles sucked and squeezed with terrible strength and rapidity, the demon knew that time was running out. She could feel the black jizz her balls produced boiling within her, the demon's body locked into mating mode, prepared to fire its load into the tight channel locked around the crimson cock...and Lois, sensing her victory, used all her skills to keep Blaze distracted.

The reporter's teeth left Blaze's neck, white marks fading purple on the scarlet skin, to press her pink tongue into the demon's ear. Blaze flexed her legs, staggering to her feet, Lois still clasped tight about her body. With an agitated gasp, Blaze spun her head around...the vertebrae twisting unnaturally...so that she could look down the expanse of her own back. Reaching back with her left arm, the demon grabbed at the reporter's wrist.

Which is when Lois Lane bit into her undefended ear.

Perhaps, in her black heart, Blaze was a bit of a masochist. Perhaps that is why a shiver spun up her now-crooked spine at the unexpected bit of pain. What made her already-stiff cock jump within Lois lane, the great scarlet testes to lift and squeeze...and with a gasp as she lost control, a fountain of Satanic semen burst once more into Lois Lane's anus.

It was enough to make the demon's knees shake, suddenly weak. Lois Lane's ass greedily milked the spurting cock, the terrible heat filling Lois Lane's asshole to the brim...and she grinned, tasted blood in her mouth, cartilage crunching between her teeth as she felt the new infusion of demonic essence spur the next stage of the reporter's demonic transformation.