Blaze Awakes

The reporter's hand closed on the phallic gem. It was warm to the touch. She tugged gently at it...and her heart sank as she saw the crimson fingers close on it. Automatically, Lois Lane turned to the sleeping face...and saw pure white eyes open in the dark abyss of those pits on that beautiful face.

"Hello," the crimson lips said.

"Uh...hi," Lois felt stuck, not sure whether or not to run...or where she could run to.

"You're here for my gem," the demon didn't move, not an inch, just lay there staring at Lois with those strange white eyes. Lois wondered if she could even see...but something told her she could.

"Yes," Lois cleared her throat. "I heard you can use it to...change people."

"Indeed. If they want to. Did you want to be changed?" The demon's voice was not at all mean. It was frank and curious.

"I...uh..." The reporter's heart thundered. If she didn't say yes, she'd be caught out as a thief. She swallowed. "Yeah, actually."

"Hmmm," the demon plucked the gem from the reporter's grasp effortlessly, her strength in that moment immense. Lois blinked. The demon rose up onto her side, the better to examine the reporter. Those white eyes immediately slipped to the pantsless lower half, the bare pussy. "Well, I see you're ready. Just a moment."

The demon sat up then, fishing around among the cushions with her free hand, and came up with a bottle of lubricant. She squeezed out a healthy dollop and began to slather it over the gem.

"On your hands and knees please, butt in the air."

"Is that...necessary?" Lois stared at the phallic gem in a new light. It wasn't particularly long or fat, but she still didn't like the idea of it being inserted into any particular orifice.

"Oh yes. Your desires will catalyze the transformation, allowing my power to flow and reshape you," the demon gave a slow smile. "It's more fun than you think. All you have to do is focus on who and what you want to be."

Stomach fluttering, with a grim foreboding, that she knew exactly what she had just signed up for, Lois assumed the position.

"My pussy's a little sore," the reporter said, not sure of what else to add.

"Not a problem," the demon answered happily. Something warm, hard, and slick pressed against the reporter's asshole. "It's not going in your pussy."

Quietly, Lois reached over and grabbed a pillow. She brought it up to her face and sank her teeth in it just as Blaze began to slowly apply pressure, the reporter's virgin asshole giving way against the demon's irresistible strength. Trying to relax. Trying not to scream. Knowing that in a moment she was probably going to fail at both.