Part of Blaze's Soul Escapes When She Cums

There is always that moment of ejaculation...that moment of the utter lack of control. Many women have watched as men pounded away above or below them, the way their lovers have lost it. Completely lost it, all conscious thought gone, all masks and demeanors dropped, and they can see them for who and what they really are—grunting, sweating, rutting animals ruled by a single primal desire. Putting everything they have into that one moment, that terrible release that threatens to tear them apart. For human men, to describe the moment of climax is little more than a metaphor for a grossly physical act of insemination...

...but Blaze was a demon, a creature of spirit made flesh. A symbol that lived and breathed and fucked. A being which, when it was moved so deeply by Lois Lane's entreaties, was shaken to its very core...

The dark essence that exploded in Lois Lane's pussy like the first gusher of an oil rig carried more with it than the millions of Blaze's sperm. The demon staggered as a piece of her very spirit erupted from her cock in a torrent of dark power...and when it struck the reporter's cervix, which almost tore open to receive the demon's seed, it grafted itself on to Lois Lane's body and soul.

Momentarily weakened, still clutching at the naked reporter's buttocks, Blaze sank to her knees. All around them, the bar had erupted into the preliminary stages of an orgy...women and dickgirls tore off their clothing, kissed and caressed, bared themselves as the unnatural scent and heat of Blaze and Lois Lane's coupling radiated through them.

Lois continued to ride the dickgirl, her cunt spasmodically milking the spurting dick as Blaze collapsed to the floor with the bucking reporter on top of her. The reporter stared lewdly down at her lover through half-lidded eyes and rubbed her stomach as though she could already imagine the children being conceived within.

Blaze gasped and struggled to control herself...to mend the wound in her fractured spirit...but Lois Lane didn't stop, reinvigorated, hips rolling as she brought herself nearer and nearer to climax with the dickgirl's cock...and her voice, heavy and insistent, demanded of the Blaze only one thing:

"More."

Staring up at the naked woman on her cock, Blaze noticed the sweat drip off her heaving breasts...and the strange glow about her, like an aura...and the demon sucked in her breath as Lois Lane began to change...