Epilogue: Overdose? Overdemon!

The horny half-demon basked in the afterglow. Her fingers traced the curve of her lover's horns, her pussy squeezed the cock still lodged inside her as the echoes of the climax died down. In truth, Lois Lane couldn't ever remember feeling so fulfilled by a bought of sex. While she knew that it was a woman to actually feel the moment of conception, she had no doubt that her demon lover's sperm were even now swimming toward her waiting eggs...

"Hey. Angie," Lois murmured in her lover's ear. "Why don't you get me another bottle of water...and then we'll see if you're up for round two."

Blaze grinned, showing her fangs as she laid Lois down on the table. The reporter raised her hips and cupped her pussy with her right hand, letting the scarlet succubus watch her plunge a finger into the ink-black pool of jism in her nasty cunt...a promise, as much as an enticement...but the very second that Angelica Blaze's back was turned, the reporter's left hand came down on the plastic baggie of **** and raised it to her face.

DMN, is what Angie had called the ****. Supposedly it made humans into half-demons. Responded to their desires. Lois Lane opened her mouth and emptied the chewy little pills into it, her new-grown fangs crunching and swallowing, all the sharp little flavors mixing together into a kind of acidic, sweet mash. The demonic reporter didn't even bother to count how many she consumed.

She ran her long, dark tongue around her teeth, trying to swallow the sticky, powdery residue. Blaze came back a moment later, handing the reporter a bottle of water. Lois grasped it, ripped off the top, and drank greedily. The scarlet succubus was stroking her spiked dick back to life when Lois suddenly doubled over.

"Love!" Blaze reached forward, grasping Lois be the shoulders. The small, pink-skinned half-demon shuddered...above, the lights began to burst in showers of sparks. The scarlet succubus looked around without comprehension as one by one bulbs burst and the room darkened. Beneath her hands, Lois Lane's body was growing hot...feverish...and just before the final light bulb burst, Blaze saw the empty bag on the table...and understood.

"Oh, shit..."

Lois Lane stood up with an ominous series of cracks. Blaze's white eyes burned through the darkness, glowing from within. Moments before, the reporter had been a head shorter than her. Now, she seemed to loom in the darkness. The violet eyes glowed, but the bright pink womb tattoo on her little paunch of a belly glowed brighter...and by it's light Angelica Blaze could see that Lois was swelling, her dark hair growing down her back into a veritable main. Muscles bulged beneath the winnowy arms and legs, and the hips widened, shifted, so that Lois was standing on her toes, like a satyr. Somewhere behind Lois, Blaze could sense the tail that swished in the darkness to provide balance.

Between those legs, the demonic gash burned as from some internal fire, a vibrant radioactive pink, the heat palpable even from several feet away. With a terrible suddenness, it opened and squirted a pool of glowing pink liquid onto the floor...a wave of musky smell washed over Blaze...and the scarlet succubus felt her cock go absolutely rigid. Her limbs froze, unable to shift as the much-more demonic reporter stalked forward.

Clawed hands big enough to crush Angelica Blaze's head bore her to the floor. The demonic transformation was drawing in mass from extradimensional sources; that was the only explanation that the scarlet succubus had for the sudden weight that smashed her into the earth. Above her, she could just make out Lois Lane's face...feel the swollen, scaled tits press against her own now much-smaller chest...and then the demon reporter's chin split, the jaw springing apart, so that a trio of dark, writhing tongues could descend slither over the stricken demon's face, the little suckers at the end like soft lips, kissing and sucking, sliding into Blaze's mouth.

Nothing of which prepared her for when Lois Lane's new cunt closed down over Angelica's rock-hard erection.

Blaze tried to scream. It was like sticking her cock into a living furnace. White-hot bands of muscle grasped and stroked her cock. Burning tentacles pried open her urethra, specialized sperm-suckers plunging down the cockhole to drain her balls dry. Lois Lane panted in satisfied need as her horns grew, hands cradling the head of her demon lover to her face she she disgorged a pink lust-toxin that sent Blaze's reproductive system into overdrive, the bitch-breeding sperm-factories swelling with newfound purpose as they began to produce fresh semen for the overdemon's endless lust.

Inside Lois Lane's womb, ovaries like bunches of grapes released dark wriggling things with eight little pseudopods. Sperm-hunters that would not float lazily in the glowing, magic-rich uterus, but would hunt out the best of the sperm and crush them to them. Hungrily, the new overdemon's cells drew in ambient magic to fuel their new growth...and Blaze could feel her muscles withering, as Lois unconsciously drew in the demon's power. Lois crushed her lover to her body, and slowly the scarlet succubus sank into the soft pink flesh. Her mind was encompassed by sheer lust, her hips trying to thrust right up until the moment when her hips cracked, the vestigial legs already absorbed into the growing mass that was Lois Lane.

Blaze's final conscious thought was of anglerfish...how the males attached themselves to the females, and then their bodies withered, so that all that was left was a pair of testes, pumping sperm into their eternal mate, impregnating her over and over...and it was an oddly pleasant thought. That her sperm would continue to seed that unholy womb, and the legions of demons it brought forth would be her own progeny.

It took hours for Lois to complete the absorption. The overdemon rubbed the swollen lump at the base of her crotch, just above her clitoris, that was all that was left of Angelica Blaze. The scarlet succubi's gonads were fully integrated into the reporter's system now, spurting cum periodically deep into the depths of her cunt, where the first of their children were already gestating. Lois rubbed the lump with affection. Her tongues tasted the air, smelling the mortals up above. The overdemon's growing stomach rumbled, the unborn demons inside of her hungry for blood and souls...