Lois Lane Begins To Feel Strangely...Masculine

Blood dribbled down Lois Lane's chin, and a strange and terrible heat filled her stomach. It was madness—Blaze had pushed the reporter to the brink and beyond, and while Lois knew she should be sickened by her act of cannibalism, in truth she felt almost drunk. Beneath her, the demon quivered and mewled with pain as Lois Lane's hips slammed down, forcing that stiff prick into her crotch.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you?" Lois Lane sneered, as the temperature in her body seemed to rise, the sexual excitement reaching a crescendo she had never experienced. Her pussy burned and seemed to have a life of their own, moving with reckless abandon, harder and faster, her quivering cunt squeezing hard on the stiff but impotent rod. The reporter heard how in ancient Rome, noblewomen sometimes preferred newly-castrated men as their lovers, since they could still get it up for a few days but there was no risk of insemination.

Except it wasn't pregnancy that Lois was worried about. It was this sense of power...it was the aching throb of her clit, the way her heart seemed ready to burst out of her chest, the pressure of her blood raising the veins in her temples...and the meekness and weakness of the bitch she was fucking.

"I wish I had a cock of my own," Lois Lane said. "So I could fuck you with it. So I could do to you what you tried to do to me...to so many other women. I would break your cunt and watch you writhe on my girthy prick as I washed your guts with with my seed!"

If she had been sane and sober at that moment, Lois Lane would have wondered from what dark corner of her psyche that had come from, so uncharacteristic it was of her. Yet if she was sane and sober, Lois would have noted that the burning in her body now concentrated on her swollen clit.

Grabbing Blaze's tits roughly with both hands, Lois pounded her cunt on the demon's prick, ramming her ass hard over and over into the crimson crotch, the wound where the balls had been puckering and healing at a rapid rate, leaving only the demon's prick and her bare, unprotected cunny...and between the reporter's own legs, her throbbing clit had begun to swell beyond all limits and recognition.

Lois did not see it at first. The way the pink nub had shifted into the shape of a familiar glans. How it had begun to swell and extend, millimeter by millimeter, growing longer and thicker. Every angry slam of the reporter's hips seemed to make it grow a little, and Blaze squirmed beneath the reporter, bound n place, face a mask of agony and helplessness, her pure white eyes shifting constantly to look at the thing that grew and grew...

...until Lois finally noticed that the strokes were getting shorter and shorter. Looking down, she saw the column of flesh that now jutted out over Blaze's clear-cut abs...and realized, as her hips continued to move, that with every stroke, Blaze's cock seemed to shrink, and her own continued to grow.

It was a shocking revelation...one that could have jolted Lois Lane into halting her sexual ****, or continuing it with maniacal fury. To cease while she could, or to plunge forward and take very inch that Blaze had...