Lust

In all her long centuries of life, Blaze had known many lovers...women and men, mortals and immortals. She had **** and been ****, seduced and corrupted the chaste and honest into dark paths, made the virtuous whore themselves for shiny trinkets and abandoned them to dishonor, pain, and **** only to reap their souls for her own profit and the interminable power struggles of Hell...

Yet never, in all those long years, had she been so enraptured as to lose control. Never had she seen a part of herself twist and change another so...and watching that taint work in Lois Lane, to bond with her deeper, to draw forth the darkness beneath the reporter's surface mind...the lusts, the needs, the pride, the secret fears and hopes...to have this perfect creature twisted into a parody of her own demonic form and beg for more...

The demon's cock couldn't get any harder. Dark veins swam up to the surface as Blaze instinctively let her mortal glamour fade, so that the flesh thickened and swelled inside of Lois, becoming the crimson cock that had broken the hymens of a thousand virgins and made a hundred nuns bleed...And Lois Lane tossed back her head and howled as she felt her cunny instinctively shift and mold itself to that dick, like a lock to a key. It was like a thousand worms crawled and squeezed over the demon's dick, and the swollen testes grew in Lois Lane's hand as they resumed the demon's normal shape...a pair of balls that any horse would be proud of, so dark a red as to be almost black, the gonads working even now to produce set more dark seed.

"Hmmmm," Lois hummed deep in her chest. Her nails raked down Blaze's chest, and Blaze let the rest of her disguise go...so that the dim red hands of the transformed reporter stroked small breasts as red as fresh blood on parchment, the pink puffy nipples stiff and inviting. The demi-demon opened her fang-filled maw and bent forward to clamp her mouth on Blaze's right titty. The demon hissed in pleasure as she felt the teeth bite into the sensitive flesh, the pressure as Lois sucked, the dark forked tongue that teased and rolled over her nipple.

The cunt coiled harder about her. Lois Lane had never stopped moving her hips, but at the sight of the demon's true form, the hunger of her pussy and womb grew. The mouth let go so that her tongue could run up over Blaze's collarbone. Her hands gripped the demon's biceps...the violet eyes stared into Blaze's pure white eyes...and Blaze could see Lois Lane's brow thickening...spreading outward.

"More. More seed. More...of you...in me..."

Blaze was shaken down to her core. Lust mingled with reverence...excitement...and even a tinge of fear. For she could sense the supernatural hunger inside of Lois Lane, the void that demanded to be filled. It pulled at the ragged wound in Blaze's soul...and if Blaze pumped any more cum into the demi-demon, she knew that more of her own power would feed that terrible lust that matched her own.