Lady Etrigan

The figure swept in out the darkness. The yellow face of a broken gargoyle, garish in a red tunic and blue cape which draped from a vast pair of breasts, unsupported by bra. A leer lit on the great and terrible face, and the eyes were without pupils, pure pits of red light in the shadowed orbits of his eyes. The tight shorts around the waspish waist did nothing to hide the demon's cameltoe. It seemed to hold her attention, and the heavy animal musk earlier now washed over her as that great voice rumbled.

Well met by night

Voyeur of the damned!

This slut is such a sight

As Satan's whore would demand!

Gird thyselves, lusty bitch

For the carnal adventure at hand

To survive the current sitch

Do we have the sand?

For the Hell-bitch to be bucked

And the mortals restored

The devil's whore must be fucked

No orifice ignored!

Lois stared at the demon's pudenda, which was pressed so tightly into the shorts that she could clearly make out the deep cleft, which seemed to be slightly damp.

Eyes up here, mortal gnat!

Feast not your gaze on my twat!

The demon's voice held a note of irritation, and Lois slurred an apology as she made an effort to crane her head up...but it was no good. The reporter was eyeball to nipple was a pendulous pair of breasts, each the size of her head. Lois smirked as she saw the nipples begin to tent out the fabric of the shirt.

"Is it me, or is it cold in here?" She said. "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting you to be so...voluptuous."

Lois didn't know if demons could blush, but she could feel the heat start to radiate from the direction of those massive tits, and the musky odor grew overpowering...

Cursed I was to female form

For crimes against my demonic dame

No cock, no balls, far from the norm

Etrigan is no longer the same

'Til the demon's root finds his lady's heart

Lady Etrigan I must be!

Now my question for thy part

Will thou help me?

"I'm going to regret this," Lois said. "But how can I help? And what do I get out of it?"

The demoness burns without my caress

Her lust knows no earthly knaves

Without my prick she's such a mess

And so she's taken female slaves!

Wield my rod, proud and tall

And seduce the tart

The wenches, we'll reclaim them all

And deliver love's dart!

"Well..." Lois thought about it.