In Her Head

Lois looked down at her still-swollen dick. Only moments ago, the demonness Etrigan had been impaled on her cock...and had then been somehow sucked into it. But if that was true, then...

Worry not, sweet strumpet

Far from your thoughts I am not

Thine own Jimminy Cricket

To help thee seduce the devilbought!

The voice, in the demon's gravel-filled rhyme, echoed inside Lois' mind, never quite reaching her ears. It was more like she was thinking in his voice...and for a moment she wondered if she really had gone crazy, or if one of her drinks upstairs had been ****, and she was hallucinating all of this...but then she looked down at her softening dick, and sighed. That, at least, seemed real.

Real indeed as demon seed,

Sweet as stolen honey,

Soon ye'll feel a demon's need,

Ache for sweet cunny!

Mentally, the reporter groaned. It wasn't the content as much as the doggerel that got on her nerves; Etrigan wasn't exactly Shakespeare. Shaking her head, Lois pulled up her pants, stuffing her ungainly prick down her left pants leg as bet he could. Of all the nights not to wear a skirt... Then another thought stopped her.

Etrigan, can you...read my mind, while you're in there? Lois felt weird, "talking" to herself in her own head, but it wasn't the strangest thing to happen this evening.

Only what thoughts thou dost allow,

Unguarded, unhallowed, undenied,

Thy secrets are thine, by my trow,

Beyond thy senses, I am blind.

Here I am to guide your course,

And offer what counsel I may,

I am here as thy infernal resource,

And can do not without your say.

Lois took a deep breathe. Well, that wasn't so bad. At least she wasn't alone in all of this. She straightened her pants and puffed out her chest, arching her back to emphasize her breasts as she noticed the back door. There were four women in there in trouble. It was time to go fuck some demons.