The Winner Gets Her Reward

Lois coughed. She slowly uncoiled herself from the demonic dickgirl, who lay splayed out on the reporter's bed, cock twitching. The pale foot came forth from the grossly distended anus of the demon, which did not close right away, but gaped a little, the puffy hole gasping like a fish out of water trying to breathe.

"Al-alright, Lane," Blaze said, her voice dazed. "You win. Fuck, that was..."

The reporter stood up and grabbed the demon's dick near the balls. The swollen scarlet shaft leaned in a limp, rubbery manner, drooling black goo on the reporter's wrist.

"You can go again, right?" The reporter said.

The horned head rose and stared at Lois with white eyes, the brow furrowed. "But...you won. There's no need..."

Lois Lane's open-palm smack brought an audible hiss to the succubus's lips, and sent the rubbery shaft to swelling. The reporter's left hand clamped tighter about the base.

"Come on, get it up," the reporter gave another. Jizz dripped from her nostrils, and her head felt heady with terrible thoughts. "Yes, I won. And now...I want to take a victory lap."

The demon groaned...and, Lois was sure, the demon could have escaped if she really wanted to. Yet sluts were her weakness...and Lois Lane, who had played the slut up until this point for the sake of the women who had gone missing and her own salvation, now found herself slipping into the role too easily. Something had been awakened in her soul this night, because no woman could do as she had done without crossing some intangible line that marked her forever...and as the reporter's repeated blows finally brought the demon's prick to full tumescence, Lois drew herself up and straddled the dickgirl's thighs, rubbing the head against her pussy.

"This is mine now," the reporter said with strange and terrible certainty.