Lois Cums...and Blaze Wins

Something burst within Lois. Unfamiliar muscles clenched and unclenched. A white-hot river traveled from the core of her being, down the length of her prick, and when it reached her penis it exploded. For a moment, the reporter lost all control. Her whole body seized up, buttocks so tight they ached, the breath frozen in her lungs, silver stars seemed to burst before her eyes...and down below her, the laughter of Blaze was an evil, evil thing.

"I win, I win!" Blaze howled. "At last! At last, Lois Lane, you are mine, body and soul, to do with as I will!"

It was a cackle that chilled the reporter to the bone...and yet she found herself suddenly limp and powerless, sweating and shaking, nauseous and spent...and the demon, the lithe red woman-shaped fiend beneath her, all bone and lanky muscle, easily flipped the reporter onto her side on the bed, and then rolled over so that she was on top.

One red hand combed through the wild black hair behind the horns, and Lois swore she saw a crown of flames flicker for a moment above that scalp. The demon's grin, toothy and white, was more terrible than her knowing half-smile had been.

"You are mine. Every inch of you. By contract, we are bound, you and I...and I shall make of you my spy, my ****, my serpent in in the garden. You will slide into Superman's life and tell me all of his secrets and betray him unto me...and when at last you die and your soul is damned to hell for its many sins, I shall hold you as my most favored servant, burning for all eternity with a magnificence that even the damned shall envy!"

Lois felt sick. She tried to deny it, to tell her no, but the reporter's tongue clove to the top of her mouth.

"You cannot betray me, because I do not permit it. Tonight...ah, tonight...should I leave thee to rest, or shall I take my pleasure with thee?" The demon's voice slipped into an older mode of English, her accent thicker. She seemed positively drunk with her conquest.

Reaching behind her, one scarlet finger traced the reporter's hairless balls. The shaft, half-hard after her ejaculation, was still in the demon's slit. Lois felt suddenly, awfully ****...at the whims of a madwoman, an inhuman creature who knew nothing of pity or mercy or refractory periods.

"Decisions, decisions..."