Yes, But She Doesn't Want To

For a moment, Blaze considered removing the human cunt who had the tenacity to sit on her face. The demon could feel her borrowed power flowing through the reporter, a consequence of one of the dark blessings she had given to one of the whores upstairs having rubbed off...but as her supernal senses explored Lois Lane's spirit, she felt the fire and desperation, the spark of hope and heroism.

Lois Lane was a good person. She was forcing herself to do something she knew was wrong, in the hope of saving the fuckbeasts that Blaze had gathered around her. The demon's tongue unfurled inside that cunt, and the reporter gave a little gleep of surprise as her cunny was stuffed full, and the narcotic and aphrodisiacs inside the scarlet succubus's saliva began to take hold.

Mentally, the demon smiled. Corrupting this one would be fun.

So she laid back, gentle and complacent as a nun in the confessional. Her lips twitched as she explored the reporter's pussy...and the changes it had undergone. The power took to each soul a little differently, shaped as it was by their hidden desires. Lois Lane had been sexually repressed before this...and the more the demon licked and sucked, the more impressed she became by the extent of the changes. No longer was this a mortal pussy. Ligaments stronger than steel, complicated biological toxins, new nerve-clusters that controlled individual bands of muscles, pH levels, ovulation...subtle yet extensive shifts to the anatomy so that the cunt was deeper, more elastic and flexible than any mere human could have. Even the dark lips were both tougher and more sensitive, and the uterus itself...

Blaze's tongue rimmed the cervix deep inside, and Lois Lane's whole body shivered. Yes, the uterus itself had been greatly reinforced, expanded. That was where the bulk of the fragment of demonic power had come to rest. The demon slurped the potent pussy juice, which was as intoxicating as some potent liquor, impressed by what the reporter had subconsciously done to herself. She could fuck gods, birth monsters...

Even mine, Blaze realized.

The demon's pure white eyes narrowed a little. A mischievous thought entered her head, impish and naughty.

What would Lois do with a little more power? What would that do to her self-control?