As Lois Becomes Demonic, Blaze Becomes Weaker And More Submissive

"What...is...happening...to me?" Lois Lane growled. Her hands gripped the now-softer hips so tight that her nails dug into the bubblegum-pink flesh, and her hips moved on their own, grinding the head of her prick against some obstruction deep inside the demon's body...and Blaze writhed and moaned in her grasp, the bulge of her cock pushing deeper into the demon's belly...until with a shuddering cry, it pressed forth beneath the pink navel.

Lois Lane's gaze was drawn downward, and she watched with strange and terrible fascination as slowly, yet inevitably, the bulge beneath the small indentation in what had been washboard abs...and with a silent pop, it inverted. The demon, now much softer and smaller than before, her horns barely nubs and the same delicate pink as her skin, but her lip and squeezed her eyes tight, great soft tits shaking as she arched her back.

"You...consumed...a piece of me, sweetmeat," Blaze huffed, when she could speak again. Her eyes open, and they were still pure white, without pupil or iris, but Lois could see that the dark roots of her hair were beginning to bleach to a golden blonde, and the generous mouth curved into a knowing half-smile now had a beestung look. A sudden image flashed through the reporter's mind, of what those lips would look like on her cock...what they would feel like. "What did you think would happen?"

With another growl, Lois tore her left hand off of Blaze's hip and gripped the demon's throat...only then noticing the way the muscles bulged beneath her skin, how she loomed over the demon who had once been a head taller than her...and there was a persistent ache in the reporter's forehead that made it hard to concentrate.

Blaze grinned shyly up at her. "I put so much of my power into my masculine aspect tonight. I expected I'd have to **** myself on you. Wanted to overcome all your barriers. Never thought you'd be so...aggressive. Now all that power, that masculine desire, so much of my essence...is in you. And you took the rest."

The pink demon's legs were spread wide, and the soft feet closed behind the reporter's backside. Lois was aware of a sudden pressure at the base of her spine, matching the ache in her forehead. In fact, to the reporter, it felt like her whole damn body was a size too small...skin stretched tight...a weird heat pulsing deep within the core of her being.

The soft, pink succubus beneath her let go of the bedsheets. She wiggled a plumper ass, her pussy squeezing the cock embedded in her experimentally.

"At first, I wanted to fight it. To reclaim my power," Blaze placed one hand on her stomach, on the distended bulge where the tip of the reporter's cock lay. "But it's too late for that, now. Look at how completely you've become the thing I wanted to be. Male and female together as one, Earth and Hell, so...potent...and here I feel so...empty..."

The cock throbbed. It pulsed, and Lois Lane felt momentarily dizzy. Even the soft heat of Blaze's throat seemed like the come-hither whisper of a whore. The pressure built and built inside of her...and though she had no words for it, Lois could feel other changes as well, less physical than mental...spiritual. The dark corners of the room suddenly took on shape and texture, hidden colors of blackness in every shadow she had never seen before. Her ears could hear the pounding of Blaze's heart, the wet squelch of the pussy that gripped her like a vise, a wet, sucking sound like lips opening and closing, deep inside the voluptuous body of the succubus, whose dark locks were quickly fading to something like spun gold.

At that moment, Blaze looked almost innocent...and some hungry and overwhelming part of Lois Lane's soul wished nothing more than to defile that innocence, to corrupt it completely, to mark it as her own for all time.