End: Blaze Doesn't Just Impregnate Lois Lane...She Gives Her Some Of Her Power Too

"RAAAAGH!" Blaze roared in exultation.

There were many times Lois Lane had stared into the face of a lover as they came. She always was fascinated by that expression. The utter loss of control. The total and complete goon-brain freedom at the moment of ejaculation, when the body was on autopilot, jizz burst out of the tip of the penis, and their whole world contracted down to that singular point of ultimate bliss.

Yet she had never seen a demon cum. Had never seen those pure white eyes narrow in the sockets into points of scintillant light. Tasted the greasy ozone charge in the air as black sparks arced up the dark horns. The weird, twisted expression as if a creature of pure corruption had tasted, for a moment, the bliss of heaven.

All the hairs stood up on Lois Lane's body. Her skin horripilated and muscles clenched until she seemed to be one hard knot of mingled pleasure and revulsion. The too-massive cock inside of her tore her frightfully as it pressed deep inside of her pussy, and her cervix stung and recoiled in revulsion as a torrent of corrupted cum erupted deep inside of her.

Yet that wasn't all. A black spark shot out from between Blaze's horns, to smack right between the reporter's eyes. A dark arc of power connected them. And as the torrent of tainted jizz overwhelmed the reporter's cervix and flooded her womb, a connection was made at a metaphysical level...and a part of Blaze's soul tore itself out and leaped into the reporter's aura.

For a moment, the reporter's features ran like wax. As Blaze's tongue lolled idiotically, her power pumped into every muscle and nerve of the reporter's being. Dark power that bonded to the reporter's aura and reshaped her body to match her now tainted spirit.

Lois Lane could not even scream as her body was remade. Hips wider, better suited for birthing. A bright bubble-gum pink blush covered the naked reporter's skin, darkening to blood red at pussy, ass, and nipples. Trim nails became scarlet talons. The whites of her eyes vanished until they became pure violet, without pupil or iris. Tiny pink horns pushed their way through the bone of her forehead. Ears became pointed, canine teeth more prominent, breasts a little bigger, lips a little plumper....and her clitoris, the aching centerpiece of Lois Lane's existence swelled into a throbbing, inch-long tumescent nub as her labia swelled and lips darkened to better accommodate Blaze's cock.

The moment of supreme transformation passed...and Blaze pulled out with a contented sigh, jerking her crimson cock to splatter the reporter's new demonic fork with a few more ropes of oily black jizz.

The now demonic reporter raised her head and blinked as new supernatural senses came into play. A black halo momentarily flared around her head, and as she stared down at her stomach, she was dimly aware of terrific forces that sped along a particular unholy event...and a dark pentagram flared briefly into life above the reporter's mons. Then faded into a black tattoo.

"Lilith's tits," Blaze said dazedly. "I haven't cum like that in forever. I think you're more than pregnant, sweetmeat, I think...aaargh."

The demonic dickgirl was cut-off in mid-word as she felt five sharp points grab her swollen testicles. Lois Lane stared down at the inhuman fuckstick that had just robbed her of her humanity...and her curiosity, unabated, wondered what would happen if Blaze came inside her again.

"Morrrrre," Lois purred, and black lightning sparked across her hands as she guided the half-erect cock back toward her sticky and overflowing cunny. Blaze shivered as she felt the reporter's power **** blood back into her half-deflated cock...and then a fierce pride and lust took over from Blaze's reason.

"Alright, my little succubus," Blaze said. "Let's see how much demon cock you can handle!"

Little did Blaze sense the imbalance within her. The open wound in her spirit, the umbilical of dark power that tied her to Lois Lane. With every thrust, the bond was strengthened...and as Lois Lane waxed, drawing from Blaze more and more of her power, the demonic dickgirl waned and faded a little.

Until, by the light of dawn, there was little of Lois Lane's human spirit left...and the drained, faded thing whose cock the former reporter rode with such utter possessiveness was a mere shell of its former self. Already, Lois Lane's stomach was a slight pink dome, untold demonic spawn gestating within her black womb; her labia had grown into a grotesque parody of its former tightness, four dark tentacles extended down to squeeze and milk Blaze's balls of the last of their seed. The once small and firm tits now were prime milkers in the making, heavy and jutting forth.

Blaze stared up at the ceiling, fucked into near-oblivion, her spirit a mere flicker of dark flame, the blood sluggish in her exhausted body.

Unable to resist as Lois Lane's jaw cracked open and descended, black mouth gaping wide, black tongues like tentacles ready to devour what was left of Blaze whole.