Fuck Them All

Fire flowed within Lois Lane's veins. A pulsing, electric heat that seemed to burn away pain and fatigue. The reporter's eyes glowed with an inner light, her body moved like that of a tiger, strident, powerful, coiled strength ready to be unleashed and easy grace, balanced on the balls of her feet as her worshippers turned, pulling apart their cheeks to bare their cunts and assholes to her.

The possessed reporter's cock rose as if on command. It swelled, larger and harder than ever before. A smile graced those lips that curled into an unfamiliar leer. The invisible heat was radiating out of her skin, stirring their minds and loins, preparing them to receive her gift.

The first was the dark-skinned priestess. As the demonic reporter grasped those slim hips, the priestess moaned as if burned. Without preamble, the cock pushed forward, boiling cunt-juice dripping onto the concrete floor, and the woman screamed and writhed beneath Lois Lane in pleasure and pain...

In a few minutes, the proud priestess was released to a quivering heap, her face and breasts planted on the floor, ass held into the air by her thighs. Her cunt was red and swollen as if burned, and black jism filled her crack...but did not drip down, but sat and bubbled inside the cunt against every law of physics, like a pool of hot tar. Undeterred, the demonically possessed dickgirl moved on to the next one...and the next...

This was what the body of Lois Lane did, but her mind...her mind was trapped as in a fever dream. Lois could feel Blaze within her, a dark and fiery cloud of smokeless fire that directed her limbs, set their hips to pistoning, who relished the screams as the swollen cockhead sizzled within a man's ass, their thin watery seed spat onto the bare floor, who groped and squeezed the love handles of the plump whore as she fired a load deep into the slut's guts. Thoughts and emotions bled, one from the other, but the physical sensations they shared, and though Blaze was in control, there were times when Lois could not differentiate who was gasping in pleasure at the tightness of a particular pussy, the weeping fear of the man she sodomized, the delicious way she could feel the corrupting cum burst and fill each cultist.

So too, there were things that Lois knew must come from Blaze, because it was knowledge and sensation beyond anything she had ever had. She could feel the dark cum working within those depths...burning away disease there, tightening skin and scars fading there. Those who managed to walk away from their trial would be younger, stronger, healthier...and yet Blaze was drawing from them as well some strange and terrible energy that seemed to fill the reporter to bursting. Like a vampire, she was sucking some invisible **** from them, and in exchange their bodies were knit together.

One young whore cried out as the cock fair ripped her ass in two, the rectum splitting beneath the **** of the reporter's cock...but a moment later the wound was healed, the blood drying, and the cum burst forth, washing away the HIV infection the prostitute had picked up earlier in the evening.

Until, at last, the possessed reporter stood over her terrible congregation, united in their pain and ecstasies and humiliations, cock still standing proud.

"I like this form," Lois Lane's voice came out of the throat oddly doubled. "I think I shall keep it."

That was when Lois knew, if she was ever to expel this demon, it had to be now.