Lois Is Reborn Through Blaze's Cock

Around the demon, the cultists grew more frantic in their self-worship. One by one, the acolytes tore open their robes, hands rubbed at wet, hungry cunts, mouths hung open and tongues lolled. The temperature of the air grew, and an expectant crackle and tension filled the room, like the air before a thunderstorm...and as thighs shook and the women swayed more violently, it was only a matter of time before one of them rubbed against another...

The demon's half-smile grew as the carnal impulses of her cult became manifest. Hungry mouths found each other, tongues tangled together. A petite eighteen-year-old was born down under the weight of three older cultists, two of the women's mouths sucking at her tits as the third rode her face. Near the back of the room, five of the women daisy-chained themselves together, mouth to cunt, hands grasping and fondling as they sucked and slurped, kissed and spat. The chorus of pants and moans was pierced by the occasional scream, animalistic grunts, whines...

At the base of her cock, the swollen ball shifted. Crimson lips peeled back from Blaze's white teeth as it seemed to expand and unfold inside of her...and the outline of the figure that pressed against the soft underside of the demon's rigid prick was no longer entirely human. Black lightning arced between the demon's horns, and her nails dug into the arms of the throne, knuckles pink as the veins stood out on her rigid prick...and slowly, as the orgy grew more intense, the women more wild and uninhibited, the thing that had been Lois Lane began to crawl its way up.

Teeth flashed now, as cultist bit cultist. Blood spilled on a floor sticky with saliva and pussy juice. Fingernails clawed at backs, breasts, and thighs, long shallow red gashes in their wakes. Fingers and tongues were not enough now, and the weaker acolytes screamed and howled as the stronger, lustier cultists began to press knuckles against pussy and asshole, determined to fist-fuck them, to delight in their agony and their ecstasy...

Deep within her chest, Blaze growled...and the head of her cock wobbled as the shrunken form of Lois Lane passed some threshold and began to grow. A fingertip pressed upwards from inside the demon's urethra, into the open air...and then another, and another, and if any of the acolytes could have torn their gaze away from the blood orgy around them, they would have seen the demon's crimson cock distend grotesquely and bend under the weight of the creature it gave birth to, which crawled forth from the prick head like a horse falling out of an oyster shell, slick with black jizz...