Lois Lane Is Permanently Locked In Her Current Form

Raven's sperm flooded Lois Lane's rectum. The reporter's tiny cocklet spurted its pathetic load as the hot jizz filled her ass...and the dark energies that extended from Raven's aura sealed themselves around the reporter's aura. Binding Lois Lane to her, protecting Lois from further magical alteration...and inadvertently locking the reporter into her altered form.

The red eyes on Raven's forehead flickered and faded as the lust-madness passed.

For a moment, the half-demonic dickgirl basked in the afterglow. She smiled down at where her grey cock throbbed gently, as Raven sought to squeeze the last drop into Lois Lane's ass. Her hands appreciatively groped the exhausted reporter's rear. A nice, tight fuckhole, so much better than using her hand...

Post-nut-clarity came back to Raven with a wave of guilt.

"What have I done?" Raven whispered to herself.

The once-proud reporter of the Daily Planet lay limp on the bed, eyes glazed, her tiny dick twitched. Somewhere in the midst of getting her ass-pussy stretched and receiving her first load, the reporter had slipped into her first anal orgasm...and coupled with the exhaustion of the night and the spell that had summoned Raven, the reporter now lay utterly limp.

"Fuck," Raven muttered. With her mystic senses she probed at the reporter's aura, and noted with growing concern how deeply her binding spell had slipped into Lois Lane's aura. Weakened and altered as Lois had been by the earlier demonic influence she had been under tonight, Raven's instinctive binding had burned the mystic's own name into the reporter's soul, as a master might mark ownership of their ****.

In time, perhaps, it would heal...the soul would scar over...but until that happened, Lois Lane was bound to her.

"Dark gods dammit," Raven cursed, as she wondered how she was going to tell her fellow Titans that she had just turned Lois Lane into her shemale sex ****.