Lois Lane's Transformation

A pounding in her chest. Knees and feet and palms pressed against the hard floor where she knelt. Nipples so stiff they tented the ceremonial robe she wore, the naked body beneath damp with perspiration. Eyes fixed on the small outline in the form of an upside-down woman, visible in the underskin of Blaze's crimson cock.

A form that began to shift and change.

The cock twitched as the form trapped within flailed. Small dribbles of black liquid oozed like magma from the swollen crest of the cock. The acolyte knew that inside, the demon's urethra must be flooded with the Satanic spunk. Her victim's air would run out. She would have to try and take a breath...swallow the terrible sperm...feel it squirm down her throat...

The acolyte thought she saw the exact moment. A sudden spasm of activity, a last gasp of effort as Lois Lane sought to escape from the terrible penis trap she had crawled into...and then the limbs ceased to press against the soft skin. They drew in, as Lois Lane coughed and swallowed and swallowed some more. As the corruption took hold. The acolyte's nostrils flared as she saw the female form curl up into a fetal crouch...an egg-like ball that slid down, down, until it rested just about Blaze's cunny, an egg-like mass that blocked the urethra. The jizz ceased to flow.

The demon's half-smile was ghastly. Like a cat that had ceased to **** its prey, and had consumed it, and now settled down to enjoy its meal as it digested. The acolyte shuddered in anticipation as she thought about what was happening to Lois...what was about to happen...

Her tongue tasted the sex in the air. Unbidden, her fingers found there way between her legs. Around her, she heard her sisters, the other cultists, start to moan. Blaze's horns crackled with black power as the orgone rose in the room, the sexual energy building up, and the demon let it flow threw her, down to where that strange alchemy began to turn the human woman trapped within Blaze's dick into something more...or less...than human.