Superman Arrives Just In Time To Ruin Blaze's Orgasm

"****! SUPERMAN! HELP MEEEEE!" The demon shouted from within Lois Lane's body. The reporter, in Blaze's own scarlet form, didn't bother with words. Her focus was on the cunny in front of her.

No one knew the ins and outs of Lois Lane's pussy like she did herself...yet she had never yet eaten herself out, either. Determined to reclaim her body, Lois played dirty. Two crimson fingers delved into the tight pink snatch, searching for and finding the g-spot. The demon's pillowy lips latched onto the clitoris and softly suckled on it, her tongue slithering over the sensitive nub to further stimulate it.

Even as her cries grew more strident, Blaze could feel herself losing. The heat inside her body built and built, the sense of anticipation grew to a fever pitch that she could not stand, the pale pink toes closing into fists, cunt muscles squeezing tight...desperately, Blaze tried to distract herself by thinking of anything else...the moon, quantum physics, anything...

...but it was no use. Her **** entreaties to Superman gave way to moans. Her back arched and something fluttered in her belly. Her mortal heart thundered in her breast, and as a scarlet pinky touched her butthole...she was sent over the edge.

A scream burst forth from Blaze, and her heart ceased. For a moment, her spirit actually left her body, hovering above the pale, sweat-drenched form of Lois Lane like a pink cloud...

...and then Superman came bursting through the window.

"Lois!" He said, and then a moment later. "Blaze!"

The demon groggily raised her head from the reporter's crotch. Both human and succubus stared at the Man of Steel...and for a moment, neither knew which was which.