End: Blaze Is Burning Away Some Of Lois Lane's Humanity

A fire burned inside Lois Lane. Blaze's talons grasped her, the reporter frozen in pain, unable to breathe as the terrible heat erupted inside of her...it felt like a billowing flame that gutted her insides and filled her brain. Violet eyes wide, Lois half-expected to feel steam burst from within as her organs boiled, cooked to **** as the monster she had mounted sucked on her tits with black tongues like a nest of coiling snakes...but that didn't happen.

A crimson stain began to spread from Lois Lane's labia, like blood on parchment. It followed a line up to her navel, and spread out over her hips. In her pale breasts, the blue veins darkened to black, spreading out from the nipples as though some foul venom was pumped into her flesh...only the breasts began to swell, slightly, in the wake.

With every beat of the reporter's heart, the fire that burned at the corner of her being seemed to pump liquid corruption through her veins. Terrible strength gripped her fingers, as nails grew longer and sharper, digging into the hide of her demonic lover. Bones cracked as hips spread a little wider, and some of the ache of the demonic dick that transfixed her subsides. The fire reached her face, and Lois gasped suddenly, a longer tongue sliding over canine teeth that were suddenly bigger and sharper...

Nor were all the changes visible. There were more colors to Lois Lane's violet eyes than there had been a moment ago. She sucked in air and tasted scents, able to pick out each one...Blaze's strange perfume, the flavors of own cunt-juice, the soaps and detergents whose mingled aromas formed the background of her apartment now intruded sharply on the reporter's consciousness. Her cunt-muscles squeezed, and now she could pick out each knob and groove on that inhuman prick, and with impossible internal control, began to milk the demonic dick, which oozed a lava-like black seed into her cunny. With a thought, her cervix spasmed and sucked at the rich, virile goo...and there was more.

Beyond the unblinking white eyes of Blaze's demonic countenance, Lois began to taste something of the spirit that burned within that shell. It drew her like a moth to a flame, masculine and feminine mixed together, a terrible heat that sent a sensual shiver straight into the depths of Lois Lane's own tainted soul...and that spirit looked back at her and saw Lois, as Lois saw her.

The tongues released her breasts. The demon's lower jaw shifted, with difficulty, back to a more human countenance.

"It seems," Blaze said in her strange accent. "I got carried away and put a little more of myself in you than I intended."

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois managed, her tongue playing at her teeth, her hands reaching down to explore her body. The dark veins beneath the skin did not yet extend to her face, but the crimson stain on her crotch was unmistakable.

"I think it suits you," Blaze managed. In control of herself once more, her demonic transformation began to reverse itself, so that in a few moments she was once more the blood-skinned dickgirl, mostly human in appearance save for the dark horns and pure white eyes. Her limp cock slid out of the reporter, and thick black sludge-like liquid tar slowly oozed...and then froze in place, blocking the cunny and preventing any more from emerging.

Lois Lane stared at the demon, who was admiring the reporter's new form...and said the only thing that could come to her mind in this circumstance.

"You'd better take responsibility!"

And the reporter's night out ended to the succubus's laughter, one red arm grabbing the demon-tainted reporter and crushing her close.