End: Raven Refuses To Succumb To The Book's Influence

Magic requires a wholeness of body, mind, and spirit to properly channel the awesome forces from within the depths of their own being, and from those Outside realms beyond the ken of normal people. At the moment, Raven felt herself at the fulcrum of losing that precarious balance. Her cock, thicker now than both of her wrists put together, stretched Lois Lane's ass obscenely. The cock had to be over a foot long now, buried deep into the tight, warm guts of Lois Lane. Sweat from the mystic's head dripped into her lover's face, and the reporter's tongue stretched out to catch each drop, lost in a rictus of utter anal bliss.

The book called to Raven. As much as her own cock, channeling the demonic energies and lust she had absorbed from Lois Lane, was her focal point in this strange exorcism, so was the book the focal point for her nameless foe. The pages bent and strove to form themselves into shapes that Raven could not help but read. One little incantation, a single word, and the power Raven had drained from Lois Lane would be unleashed...and into what shapes...

Whatever you want.

The sultry voice seemed to whisper in Raven's mind. It was not Lois Lane's voice. Not the voice of the reporter who, after months of celibacy was getting her ass reamed and stretched open inhumanly wide by a dick that would have better fitted a small horse than a human being. Raven's swollen tested burned against the reporter's upraised ass, her hands were clammy as she clung to Lois Lane's heels, pushed back so that they rested on the bed near the reporter's ears.

In a perfect position for breeding.

The power burned within Raven. **** to be unleashed. Aching for that sweet cunt. That was the goal. To reshape Lois Lane's body. Corrupt it. Twist it into a form of pure lust. Into a newborn succubus. Whether she had a pussy or penis made no different to that dark, ancient intellect that worked through that book. Only that Lois surrender.

And that Raven surrender too.

The half-demonic dickgirl drew in a shuddering grasp. With deliberation, she closed her eyes. She sought, and found, her center. That core calm place within herself. The void at the center of her being that she could always retreat to, whenever her emotions raged. The inviolate place that no one could touch. From that place, she could let her muscles relax. Let the tumult of lust move around and through her. Not tossed on the storm of a carnal sea, but a ship that tacked into the winds and gained speed toward it's destination.

When she opened her eyes, they glowed faintly with a dark light that drew the reporter's gaze.

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." Raven intoned...and drawing on her power, not the stolen energies, she shaped a thought of binding.

Lois Lane cried out as six black rings pierced the flesh of her labia. The reporter's ass cinched tight around Raven's dick, and the Titan felt her load about to burst. Yet she finished her work, and locked off the reporter's pussy...then she raised her eyes to the book, and with an effort of will that would have broken most mortals, **** it to shut. Black chains appeared around it. For a moment, the book heaved and bucked like a living thing...but the chains cut off the connection to the demon's power. In a moment, it lay limp and quiescent.

That was when, at last, Raven exploded into Lois Lane's ass.

The first trickle was like the breaking of a dam. Raven groaned as a burning line of semen worked its way through her swollen cockflesh. When it hit the tip of her dick, she collapsed, and her testes pulsed as all the accumulated jizz pushed into Lois. Unnaturally large testes manifested rope after rope of sticky jism, effectively burning off most of the accumulated demonic energy while purifying it of its taint.

Lois Lane wouldn't know that until later. For now, she simply felt the hot flood of cum as it pumped into her ass...into her guts. Until she felt stuffed to bursting. Writhed in Raven's grip, her flat stomach feeling full and pouting softly as though she had eaten too much at a buffet.

Then Raven collapsed on top of her, **** and utterly exhausted. Her half-hard hose plugged the reporter's ass and kept any of the jizz from escpaing...and Lois Lane, blinked and wondered, if she could go back and tell her past self what happened, that the Lois who had begun this night out at a club would believe it would end underneath a thankfully-legal teenage dickgirl with a massive cock, an ass full of cum, and six brand new pussy piercings.

Probably not, Lois decided, as she rolled her limp lover over.

Asleep, Raven had none of the demonic look that had come over her. She was young, and pretty, and she slept a dreamless sleep as her body slowly recovered from the incredible demands made of it. The reporter kissed her gently on the lips...and then shifted the pillows so that they could sleep.

Her ass squelched as it milked the softening cock. Already, Lois Lane knew she wouldn't be able to go long without another assfuck. Some switch had been flipped in her brain...and nothing less than Raven's cock would do.

In her lair, the demon Blaze glowered as she stared at nothing. The scarlet succubus frowned as she ruminated at how Trigon's brat had foiled her plots against the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

"Next time," the demon swore. "Next time, I'll get you both, and make you whores of hell!"

Yet that is another story.