End: Lois Lane's Pussy Has Grown A Face

For a moment, they were connected. Mouth to cunt. Black sparks burst off of Lois Lane's teeth. The darkness of the ceiling seemed to recede, and for a moment she saw the shape of the hidden mechanisms behind the veil of this life—glimpsed the vast, dark forces that moved in the shadows. Her hair was whipped by an unseen wind that blew from black stars...and power, ancient power inherited from gods of some primal age of the Earth flooded from the demon Blaze and back through her body.

In such a circuit, her secret desires were laid bare...and made manifest in her flesh.

Lois Lane could not even scream as she felt bone and muscle shift in her crotch. The brief, sharp pain as skin and meat were pulled into new, oddly familiar combinations. Then it faded...and taste flooded the reporter's brain. Tangy, hot, thick, but runny, like warm honey. Once, when she first learned how to masturbate, Lois had tasted her own juices...and she recognized the flavor of her own pussy.

Then a tongue slid out of the reporter's cunny to twine around Blaze's. The outer labia thickened into lips identical to those on Lois Lane's head. Blaze, felt the shift, but before she could process the way the reporter's clit shifted and retreated, suddenly felt a tongue in her mouth, and her own tongue encountered teeth.

The moment passed. The solidity of the ceiling was restored. Lois Lane erupted, her mind momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm....and a torrent of hot juice seemed to vomit into the demon's mouth, so that the scarlet succubus had to open her gullet and let it all flow down into her stomach just to not drown in the reporter's squirt.

Lois let go of the horns and fell back. She panted, covered in sweat, and stared down at her crotch.

There was no nose, no eyes. Yet where her pussy should have been was a familiar, demure little mouth. Lois instinctively made it smile, and saw the flash of white teeth. With a thought it opened, and a pink tongue extended, to lick those lips, and Lois could feel it all.

"Explain," Lois said, when she could find her voice. "Now."

Blaze sighed...and snapped her fingers. There was a crack of thunder.

They landed in Lois Lane's apartment. The story came out, a little at a time, as Lois took a shower and Blaze made coffee.

Blaze's plan, to win souls for her eternal wars in Hell, via the club. Lois Lane stumbling into the club on her night out. The awkward, overly-complicated seduction. Their brief connection. The surge of power that answered Lois Lane's **** desires.

Clean, but still naked, Lois gladly accepted a cup of coffee.

"If it was just a spell, I could undo it easily," the scarlet succubus said...and Lois felt it strange how much she still though of the demonic dickgirl as Angelica Blaze, the young woman she had 'rescued' back in the tunnel. Even with the horns and blood-red skin, there was an open awkardness about her, a hesitation as if she was not used to telling the truth. "But you invited the changes, guided them."

"I have a mouth where my pussy used to be!" Lois insisted.

"The pussies still there. I don't think you can actually eat a hamburger or anything with that," Blaze said drolly. "Uterus and fallopian tubes and ovaries are sitll intact. I checked."

Lois narrowed her eyes. "How?"

"Demon-vision," Blaze said and sipped her coffee, as if that explained everything. "Although giving birth might be a little difficult, I think your lower jaw can be dislocated for, ah, large passages."

"Birth!?" Lois hissed. "Great Caesar's ghost, I'm not pregnant, am I!?"

"No! No no no no," Blaze insisted, and reached across the table to grab the reporter's hand. "I mean, not yet. I think you're ovulating. I could impregnate you, if you want..."

"No thanks," Lois said...but she didn't pull her hand away, out of the demon's grip. "So I'm stuck like this? A freak?"

"I think you're sexy," Blaze blurted. Lois watched as the crimson cheeks turned suddenly purple. It was the first time Lois had seen her lover blush, at least in her true form.

"Oh, do you?" Lois said, and her eyes narrowed. The reporter's left leg extended, under the table, so that her big toe could poke the demon in the dick. "That's how I ended up like this, you know. It's all your fault. Making me so horny with your stupid Satanic schlong."

Blaze met the reporter's gaze. "Are you asking me to take responsibility?"

The tone was carefully neutral, neither super-serious nor playful, yet Lois detected a sense of hope.

"I suppose," the reporter said. "If you let your victims go, I could be convinced to date you."

The scarlet succubus raised an eyebrow; it rammed into the base of her horn and bent in a way that almost made Lois laugh.

"Do we have to date? I was thinking we could just fuck."

"You've ruined my body," the reporter said firmly. "The least you could do is free your soul-slaves and buy me dinner."

Beneath her toe, Lois felt the soft crimson cock throb and begin to swell. She let the balls of her foot rub against the shaft as it stiffened. Eyes locked on the pure white eyes of the demon the whole time. Her own nipples slowly hardened. It was like they flirted and negotiated at the same time.

"How do I know you won't betray me and go run back to the Man of Steel?" Blaze shot back.

"I'll suck your cock," Lois Lane said. "With my pussy-mouth. If you release your victims. And after that we can date. And fuck. Agreed?"

The demon's jaw worked...and though Lois Lane could not know it, the spiritual ties between her heart and Blaze's twined into a cord. They were bound now, not just by mutual lust, but by a formal pact.

"Deal."

Which is how Lois Lane found herself on her bed, legs spread, as Blaze held her crimson sock down against that lower set of lips. The reporter's breasts rose and fell excitedly as she extended that lower tongue to play with the demon's piss hole. The lips stretched to just kiss the tip, and then Blaze gently began to feed it in. There was a brief moment of confusion, as the lower teeth touched the demon's flesh; Lois had to get Blaze to pull out for a moment so that she could stretch the lower lips over the teeth. Then the demon's crimson cock slid along her tongue and into the entrance of her vaginal canal...and the reporter played with unfamiliar muscles, as inner cheeks suddenly created a suction that made Blaze gasp.

It was a night of firsts, Lois Lane's night out. As they explored her new capabilities, the reporter's curiosity and fascination with her new lover grew. This was not in any way the future that Lois had seen for herself—yet those dreams, of Superman, marriage, maybe even motherhood to the next Superboy or Supergirl—seemed dim and childish now.

This was the path she had chosen...and as the demon's swollen balls pressed against her lower chin, the reporter's pussy hummed in excitement, a low dull sound that caught them both by surprise...and spurred them on to greater excitement, all through the hours of darkness.