You'll Earn Your Soul Back One Good Deed At A Time

Lois Lane stared at the diesel slick that was her chest. The reporter was almost certain that if even a drop of that demonic splooge had entered her pussy, she'd be in serious trouble.

I need to get back on birth control immediately, the reporter told herself.

"Okay, Blaze, this is how it is: this is the United States, and slavery is not allowed."

"But you own me, body and soul," the scarlet succubus purred. She squeezed that fat cock near the base, letting another thin glob of black cum ooze onto the reporter's chest.

"Right. But we do have prisons. And prisons have workers. So...you're going to be on a work-release program." The reporter said. "One million good deeds. When you do that, you're free."

"What counts as a good deed?" Blaze asked.

"Well...for starters..." Lois stared at the mess that was her chest. "Eat all this cum off my chest. You've made an awful mess."

"As you wish...warden," Blaze said without a hint of sarcasm.

The demon held up her dark, curly hair with one hand. A long red tongue emerged from her mouth, and she brought those crimson lips down onto the salty ebon mess on the reporter's mouth...and began to noisily slurp it up. Lois watched in fascination as the demon swallowed her own seed. When the bulk of the puddle was up, the tongue began to scrape against the reporter's skin, scooping up the black jizz on the reporter's tits, licking every sticky strang across the reporter's nipples. Slow, steady, methodical work...

...nor was Lois Lane's "prisoner" done. The cum had run down the valley between Lois Lane's small breasts, had left a sticky trail on her stomach, formed a pool at her navel. The demon moved down the length of the reporter's torso, the tongue licking at the spilled splooge with great care, not missing a drop...and Lois had to bite back a moan when those lips locked around her belly button, the tongue sliding into the little fleshy divot as Blaze drank up the last of her seed.

"Lois?" Blaze asked, and Lois realized that she had closed her eyes, chest heaving, pussy cramping...

"Do you wish me to eat you out?"

Lois looked at the scarlet succubus. Her face was clean...she had seen her lick every drop up...and she did have nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine good deeds left on her "sentence..."