End: Reabsorb Her Masculinity...And Lois Lane Along With It

"Oh, sweetmeat," the giant female demon's voice was like an amber rod on rabbit fur, striking sparks as it went. "I wish you could breed me forever..."

It was like a soft breath blown onto a smoldering coal, stirring the flame that would consume Lois Lane body and soul. Whatever momentary flaccidness infected her monstrous prick ended as blood surged into the stiff member. The corrupted reporter's buttocks flexed, humping instinctively, while her arms hugged the great soft pink body of Blaze tightly. Lost in her lust, consciousness buried beneath the mating urge, the dark power that burned within Lois Lane ran wild...and the giant demon hugged the reporter close, spreading her thighs wide to accept all that Lois had to give her.

More than Lois herself knew.

The reporter was only dimly aware of the suddenly stickiness as she began to sink into the giant woman's voluptuous body. The gripping cunt squeezing over and over, Lois Lane's testes jumping as spurt after spurt of tainted jizz poured into Blaze's womb. Though Lois could not see it, she could feel the head of her cock begin to merge with Blaze's cervix, forming a single great channel.

Blaze cooed as her and Lois Lane's skin began to dissolve where it touched, their arteries and veins touching, connecting. The same blood now running through their veins. She moaned as with every moment their connection grew, and her command over their shared power swelled in time with the black seed filling her womb. Too long, Blaze had expressed her masculinity only in a rapacious need to fuck. Now, having embraced her feminine side, she saw there were other ways to achieve her ends.

The arms and legs of Lois Lane were lost in the pink folds of Blaze's flesh. Small glimmers of pale lavender and purple against the soft, rose-colored folds. Bones dissolved, fat shifted around to round out the giant demon's increasingly motherly curves. Blaze smiled contentedly as the body of Lois Lane shriveled and shrank into her. No need for guts and glands...eyes or ears...and driven by her constant need to fuck, ejaculate, impregnate, Lois Lane's sensory world shrank inward upon itself.

There was a kind of fish, in the deep ocean, whose males formed a parasitic bond with the females; reduced at last to little more than gonads dispensing sperm to impregnate her, their every function withered away. Pure biological need. In the ruin of Lois Lane's bed, the gigantic pink demon rubbed the purple nub above her clitoris...and all that was left of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter quivered and sent another spasm of jizz into the demon's womb. Where the first of their children were already gestating.

"Well, sweetmeat," Blaze purred, though Lois could not hear her. "This is not the end I had planned for you when first I saw you on your night out. Yet in truth, I have never felt more complete and satisfied as a woman than I do now...and I thank you for that."

A trickle of black jism ran out from the demon's great pink pussy, spilling out from her overfilled uterus. All that was left of Lois Lane was lost in pleasure and need...and who could say what would emerge from their union? That is another story.