Shove It Up Blaze's Ass!

When you have the devil by the dick, Lois thought, you dare not let her go!

The crimson cock clenched between her teeth, the reporter grabbed the demon's butt cheek with her right hand and brought the left, holding the wooden crucifix, around for the kill.

Adrenaline pushed Lois beyond any rational consideration of her options, as Blaze's hands clawed at her head, trying to pry the reporter off of her prick, totally unaware of what was going on behind her...at least, until Lois Lane, working by touch brought the square base of the cross directly against the little divot that was the devil's butthole.

The ineffectual pawing stopped. Blaze's hands clamped tightly around the reporter's head.

"What the fuck?" The demon roared.

Undeterred, Lois pressed the crucifix deeper, stabbing the cross so deep that Christ's feet were dipping into the dark pit of the demon's colon. Blaze howled, and Lois Lane, encouraged by this sign that maybe it was working, shoved harder. In one vicious thrust, the tortured martyr was sunk up to his armpits into the demon's scarlet asshole, only the outflung arms hugging her asscheeks preventing him from being pressed in further.

Lois Lane, who noted that the demon was showing no imminent sign of being banished from this plane of existence, shifted her grip to grab the top of the crucifix and began wiggling it around, up and down, the tiny thorns on his crown digging into the reporter's palm.

Blaze's howling shifted in pitch, the demon's hands digging into the reporter's scalp as though she was about to pop the top of the reporter's head off. Panic ran through the reporter as her stratagem appeared to be failing, and in desperation she began to draw the crucifix out and stab it back in, hoping that the rough edges of the holy symbol might at least do some damage...

Then the demonic dick in Lois Lane's mouth seemed to swell...it **** her teeth open, the glans so thick that the reporter could feel it press her tongue down against the bottom of her mouth even as the flaring crest pressed against the roof of her mouth. The hot, bitter, salty jet of jism that splurted forth hit the back of the reporter's mouth, and almost instinctively Lois swallowed, tears coming to her eyes even as the demon unloaded herself nearly straight into the reporter's throat.

Suddenly exhausted, Lois stopped stabbing with the crucifix, and left it embedded in the demon's backside as she went limp. Blaze lowered her to the floor, hands releasing that ****-grip on the reporter's head, and dragged her drooling dick from between the reporter's now-slack lips.

The scarlet succubus' words caught Lois by surprise.