Blaze Completes Her Transformation

As the sexual excitement died down, Lois Lane found herself gasping in pain. Blood poured from the cum-filled-gut wound, oozing out of her. The reporter coughed and her whole body convulsed...and as the blood continued to pour out from between her fingers, Lois began to feel cold.

Yet oddly, it was exciting. In her life, Lois had chased danger in many forms, risked her life to get the story—and she had never felt more excited or aroused than when in the very heart of danger. She had never thought of herself as a masochist, yet she could feel her pussy convulse, even as her life leaked out. The thought of dying just as she conceived new life was more arousing to Lois than she could give word to.

"My corruption's worked deep into you already," Blaze said. The demonic dickgirl squatted over the reporter, her limp dick hanging down until it almost touched that bloody hole in the reporter's abdomen. "It began when you took that first drink. Heightening all your senses, unleashing your secret, repressed desires. Exacerbating your naughtier, nastier side...and oh, sweetmeat, you have far exceeded my expectations. Much more than any of the others."

Lois could scarcely breathe. She looked up at Blaze, who looked more demonic than ever. The pure white eyes blazed brightly in the dark hollows of the demon's sockets, the horns crackled with black lightning until they formed a halo behind her head. The oily black locks of Blaze's hair began to sway like serpents, and shadows gathered around her until the only light was emitted from her eyes..

"Yes...the missing women you were looking for. My first experiments. Their desires were petty things, and turned them into mere sluts. But you...you're ready for the next step. To complete your transition, from human into...something like me."

One sharp, black nail, caked with Lois Lane's blood, found the tip of the piss slit on the demon's dangling cock. With a mere flick, the nail cut the tiny orifice open wider...and something poured out of the wound, dripped down, and into the pool of mingled blood and jism on the reporter's stomach.

Lois thought a demon's blood would be black...as black as her jizz...but this was red, the very essence of red, a crimson burst like the first period stain on Lois Lane's white panties....and when it touched the open wound the mingled fluids boiled...and Lois could not hold back a scream as every nerve in her body went on fire.

Yet even as she screamed...Lois Lane could see the edges of the wound had ceased bleeding, the whole curling up as the flesh reshaped itself...and with a terrible excitement, Lois saw that the change was spreading.