Mentally Prepare Herself To Fuck

"So...I have to walk in there, find Blaze, and fuck her." Lois translated. "I've got that right?"

Correct, succinct, you put it well

Now go forth! Evil you must quell.

He stood aside. Lois took a moment to center herself.

Okay, so I have a dick. We live in a world with aliens and magic. Not a problem. Plenty of guys on 4chan that would love to be in my two-inch heels right now. Lois told herself.

The cock throbbed, almost as though the little dick was trying to drag her forwards. Somehow, the image of 4channers jerking off to the image of Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter with a cock made it easier to handle. Sure, Lois wasn't really bisexual...but she had always admired the beauty of other women. The idea of being able to actually fuck one was an experience she might never get again. It would be silly not to embrace it.

Psyched up, Lois raised her head and pushed open the Black Door.

The club within was red-lit, lights burning in the eyeholes of the skulls mounted on the wall, just above head height. Eight blaring flatscreens showed scenes of hardcore pornography, the low moans of the sluts the only soundtrack to the scene. Women with horns and slender tails moved among the tables, all in various states of dress and undress. Human men appeared to be the patrons, men in dark suits with haunted eyes. Most of them looked haggard, as though they hadn't slept. They drank and stared, and then one of the horned women would claim them, and they would rise wearily from their table to follow her through a set of doors in the back. The whole place reeked like a men's room at a dive bar, stale piss and stale beer.

As Lois wondered where to start, one of the horned women—an almost skeletal tall and thin black woman with pure white eyes, no pupil or iris, horns a pair of 1-inch nubs jutting from her regal skull—walked over and grabbed the reporter's crotch. Her fingers dug into the reporter's balls, driving the tip of her dick into view.

"Oh honey. Only four inches?" The succubus said with a smile.

The dickgirl reporter stared her dead in the eye. "You'll feel me."

The devil grinned. Taking Lois Lane's arm, she led the reporter toward the back of the bar, the doors through which the men went...but which she had yet to see any return from.