Sounds Like A Sex Demon

Lois Lane sucked on a kitty clit and pondered the information she'd just received. Magic mirrors that transformed you sounded like a sorceress, but the whole "you pay with your soul" bit sounded like a demon. Plus, the ladies were being whored out for money in an elaborate brothel, so...either a sorceress looking to maximize their profit or a not very powerful sex demon.

The dark-haired cat woman's teeth found the back of the reporter's neck, chomping down gently as she humped. It wasn't exactly painful, and the human woman knew it was just a feline thing, glad at the moment that at least she wasn't dealing with male catpeople with spiny dicks. Just a couple of horny lady-cats.

Lesbian-cats she could handle.

Lois held the woman's tail, tugging it back and forth across the furry slit, letting her have her fun. The golden-furred cat-bitch that the reporter was eating out was mawling the bedclothes. Cute, pathetic mewls left her lips as the reporter's tongue dove deeper, exploring the hot insides.

Briefly, the reporter wondered how much like a cat these women really were. Whether they could get pregnant with litters, or if they went into heat. Magic-types didn't always have an eye for that kind of detail, but the changes in these two were definitely more than skin-deep. Their whole behaviors were reflecting their animal attitudes and instincts, a couple of horny kitties **** for loving...

The dark-haired cat came first, body stiffening in climax, the furry breasts pressed into the reporter's naked back giving Lois a case of rugburn. The golden-furred one was more recalcitrant, tossing and turning as the reporter lapped at her kitty.

"M-morrre!" she hissed. "I need something in me!"

In response, Lois shifted her attentions upwards, mouth focused on the cat-woman's soft nub of flesh, the slight depression of her urethra, where the labia came together around the hood—and pressed two fingers into the bottom of the pussy's pussy, fingers gliding into the channel in a sea of natural lubricant.

Furred hands dropped down to grab and grope at Lois Lane's breasts. Dreamily, the dark cat-woman purred. "Fuck herrr good..."

Lois Lane sped up her ****, stiff fingers plunging in and out of the tight channel as she sucked delicately at the clit, and now she could feel the flanks of the golden cat-woman quiver, the mewling increased into a long drawn-out alley-cat howl...

Sex demon, Lois decided. Now the real question: what to do about it?