He Accepts You As His Host

"You...are compatible. That means...Yog-Sothoth accepts...my offering. I hope you appreciate the honor, Lois Lane. Your new roommate will change your life, and that beautiful body of yours, in ways you cannot imagine."

Blaze snapped her fingers. There was no flash of light, no sense of movement. It was as if the world simply rotated around Lois Lane, or some cosmic hand turned the page...and the reporter found herself naked and with her distended stomach on her own bed in her own apartment. The naked woman's legs dangled over the edge, the black tentacles squirmed and writhed as they coiled and writhed around the demon's dick.

The scarlet succubus smiled and laid a hand on the reporter's distended abdomen. The red hips moved forward, so that the whole host of tentacles rubbed against the reporter's distended pussy.

"That's it...come on your elder slut, you know you want it..." Blaze murmured.

Lois moaned as the tentacle thrashed inside her pussy. She felt as though she were ready to burst, and Blaze's hips moved faster. The demon's free hand reached down and grabbed the reporter's left leg around the knee. Without care for the reporter, the demonic dickgirl pulled the leg up to maximize her ability to rub the reporter's cunt with the tentacle...the same tentacle that was slipping in and out of the demon's distended urethra.

At that point, Lois Lane wasn't sure who was fucking whom...whether the tentacle was fucking Blaze or Blaze was fucking her or if all three of them were locked together in some sort of sick and twisted threesome...and yet, the merely human woman felt she was a third wheel, an appendage, a piece of equipment as the eldritch abomination that had emerged between her legs and the Satanic shemale that rubbed against her crotch went to town.

The worst part is, I'm getting off on it, Lois blushed furiously at the thought, but it was true. She could feel the unwanted climax rise inside of her. Every thrust of Blaze's hips rubbed those slimy coils against her clit, which seemed more sensitive than ever before. The tentacle squirmed and inflated inside of her, squeezed against every sensitive spot in the reporter's pussy. It felt like being fucked from the inside out, and Lois was damn close...

...but it was Blaze that came first.

The demon stiffened and moaned. The tentacles seemed to compress around her cock, and even as Lois watched the black tip, as thick as the knuckle on her thumb swelled as demonic jizz pumped into it...and the swollen lump slid down the length of the tentacle, followed by another and another...and Lois watched with horrified fascination as the tentacle carried every drop of that jizz back toward Lois Lane's pussy.