What Kind of Deal?

The question came naturally. No harm in asking, right? Lois Lane's curiosity had landed her there, with Blaze's cock buried inside of her ass, and the reporter couldn't stop herself...

"You may be the greatest reporter at the Daily Planet," Blaze said. Her hands grasped the reporter's hips, flexing her abs to drive the cock in and out of the woman's ass as she held Lois in place. "But I could make you the greatest reporter in the world. Topple CEOs...presidents...governments. You could write stories that start revolutions. Cripple entire industries."

"I don't need...to sell my soul...to do that," Lois said through gritted teeth. She leaned back and rubbed the skin just above her crotch. The dickgirl's cock was so big, Lois could actually feel it press against her from within.

"Something else, then," Angelica hissed. "Power? I can make you president of this nation. It will take a little time, but with my funding and connections, you can rule over this rabble. You can be their beneficent leader, a saint to inspire generations..."

"Somehow," Lois said, squeezing her butt hard until she thought something word burst. "I don't think saints get fucked up the ass!"

The dickgirl's hands slid up to grasp the reporter's breasts. Blaze's voice grew more tense.

"What then? Money? I can grant you wealth enough to buy anyone and anything on this planet. Magic? I can make you a sorceress on par with the greatest in this realm..."

"T-tempting," Lois huffed. "B-but I know...you're just...trying to trick me. Like you did those women."

"It is no trick!" Blaze said fiercely, and Lois shuddered as she swore she felt the cock grow inside of her, the head pushing up into her guts, her asshole screaming as it was suddenly **** to open wider. "Pleasure, then! Endless and eternal sexual pleasure! I can give you anything you want...a love philtre that will enchant any mortal, even Superman!"

The offer hung in the air...and for a moment, Lois was tempted.