Until Blaze Breaks

At first, Blaze relaxed. Lois Lane slurped and sucked her scarlet schlong like a happy bimbo slut. Never in her thousands of years of life had the scarlet succubus known such a long and enthusiastic blowjob. It did not matter to either of them that they were underground, on a stony slope. The reasons for Lois Lane's night out had fled her mind, the events of the night that led to this place temporarily forgotten as they both gave themselves over to the pleasures of the demon's prick.

The first ejaculation was an exultation. Lois Lane used her hand to massage Blaze's balls. The reporter sucked down every drop, and moaned deep in her throat as the hot, salty, bitter, sticky spunk filled her mouth and coated her tongue. Violet eyes rolled up in her head as the reporter struggled to swallow all the thick dicksnot. It was everything that Blaze had ever dreamed of...and Lois Lane didn't stop, but licked and slurped it clean, even as the gooey load sat heavily in her stomach.

Time lost meaning. The reporter was tireless, voracious. Blaze's inhuman stamina became evident in the short recovery time between her first and second loads, and then her third and fourth. The scarlet cock never even got soft.

At first, Blaze attempted to reciprocate. She licked the reporter's cunny, to taste that tangy nectar that Superman had never yet found. Her tongue stretched to places untouched inside the reporter's cunny, even to lick the reporter's cervix. The succubus cheered at every climax she wrung from the reporter, this human worm who had fallen so easily and completely into lust.

The problems didn't really start until the tenth ejaculation. A twinge of pain burned through the demon's urethra as another thick, sticky load erupted from her dick. The demon felt a slight discomfort, an unexpected strain in her muscles, a tiredness and lightheadedness.

"Alright, that's enough now," the demon said, confused at this sudden wave of weakness.

Except Lois Lane didn't move. The reporter lay her naked body on the demon's so that all the demon could see was her ass as it rested on the succubus' small red breasts. Still latched onto the demon's dick, Lois Lane's head bobbed up and down with a methodical regularity, and gave no heed to the demon's call to cease.

Black sparks crackled between the demon's horns at this effrontery. She lifted her arms to **** the reporter off her cock...

...or at least, she tried to. Blaze blinked, and the sparks vanished, as her red limbs lay like head against the stony slope. Down between her legs, Blaze could feel the familiar pressure build as another ejaculation prepared itself for the reporter's insatiable cum-hunger. The pain and discomfort in the demon's body built, and she grunted and squirmed, but could not move to shake the reporter off...and then Blaze realized what had happened.

The promise. The bond. The oath. She had unconsciously made a pact with the reporter, and could not break it without tearing her very essence apart. Yet this weakness...

Blaze's eyes went to the reporter's ass. The reporter's pussy drooled onto the crimson chest...but the demon's flesh was less taut and firm than it had been mere hours ago, the crimson a little darker. Ice-water seemed to flush the demon's guts even as the pain and pleasure grew inside her crotch, another full, sticky load about to erupt into Lois Lane's body...and when she came, the paralyzed demon convulsed, and felt something more than just her corrupted cum erupt into the reporter's mouth.

Lois Lane wasn't just sucking out Blaze's Satanic sperm. Each mouthful of black jizz carried with it some of the demon's essence, her power. Each time Blaze came, the reporter grew stronger...more tireless...and Blaze grew weaker.

"Oh no," Blaze moaned as the reporter made enthusiastic little moans, and began to increase her pace, to suck faster and harder. Lois Lane's hands squeezed the demon's soft balls, and Blaze hissed in pain as the overworked gonads began to produce another load for the reporter's terrible thirst.

I've fucked myself, Blaze said, suddenly ****. The demon finally was awake to her true peril. She was trapped with this cum-whore locked onto her dick like a leech, and unable to remove her. Desperately, the demon reviewed their promise, looking for a loophole she could exploit with her dwindling powers...a train of thought that swiftly vanished as another ejaculation wracked her body, and all of her thoughts were momentarily blotted out by pain and pleasure.

Hours went by, with the increasingly weakened demon unable to come up with any plan of escape. As her body withered, so too did the limits of Blaze's mind contract. Her whole being seemed to cave in on itself, her attention narrowed to the terrible suction that drew her to climax after climax. Until at last Blaze was little more than a machine for making cum, the flesh fallen away from her spare form, until she was little more than a leathery red mummy, all of her remaining power focused on maintaining her fat cock and balls for Lois Lane's pleasure.