Blaze Has Caught Feels

In all of her many centuries of existence, the immortal demon Blaze had never known the emotion love. She had been born of a demon and a demigod, had fought and suffered and triumphed in the flames of hell, side-by-side with her brother. Her whole existence had been one of conflict, strategy, corrupting the innocent, claiming souls to increase her personal power, wars of rebellion and self-preservation and conquest. By dint of being the most evil, the most clever, the most cruel, the most terrible she had ascended to the throne of hell...

...and now, as Lois Lane reached up to lick the demon's pink puffy nipples, as the cock slid in and out of that tight, wet cunny as though it would burn straight through the flesh, deep down in the core of her being Blaze was surprised to feel a little...something.

Something tender.

Something sweet.

Something bright and pure and wonderful.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Lois Lane screamed and groaned and humped the demon's dick. "I want to feel a fucking gusher in my cunt! I don't care if you knock me up twice. I want to gargle your dickjuice for breakfast and leave a slimy trail to the bathroom like I'm a god-be-damned human slug!"

The reporter grabbed at the demon's horns and drew herself up to stare into her face.

"Fuck my pussy until it takes the shape of your dick!"

Then the reporter messily stuck her tongue into the demon's nose.

The demon rolled over. The reporter laughed, somewhat crazed, and planted her feet on the bed. She pushed hard, until Blaze could see the glow of her cock through the skin of the reporter's abdomen...and as the demon waxed a little softer at heart, Lois Lane began to wax a little more...demonic.

The dark hair about her the reporter's head grew longer. Six-foot strands of raven blackness drifted in the breeze. Her thin bony hips cracked and widened. The small labia seemed to swell and darken as it crept down to swallow more of Blaze's demonic dong, the reporter moaning as every soft spike slipped past the sensitive lips...and the flat abdomen rippled and swelled as the birth canal grew and stretched, her internal anatomy shifting until the reporter looked to have a small potbelly.

The better to take Blaze's cock.

Almost too late, the demon realized what was happening...that in her moment of weakness she had let some of her demonic essence flow into the reporter and transform her...and as Lois Lane humped the great burning cock, Blaze couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she gave her lover a little more...