Blaze Makes Lois A Monster

Blaze surveyed the carnage that her cock had wrought. The reporter's labia was torn and bloody; her vagina hung out from between the slack lips like a pink worm, spattered with oily black jizz. Lois Lane's face was a mask of pain, for muscles in the pelvic floor had torn loose, and there was unseen interior damage...

Burning light shot out from the demon's eyes, peeling back layer after layer of skin and muscle in Blaze's vision, so that she could perceive the totality of the injury. She saw too the tiny black sperm wiggling deep within the reporter's battered and bruised cervix, seeking an egg...and others, less picky, attacking the walls of Lois Lane's womb, trying to merge their demonic essence with the reporter.

Which gave Blaze an idea.

Black sparks ran up the dark horns. Blaze extended her hands, letting the power flow down her arms in burning arcs. The scarlet succubus' lips moved, uttering words in one of the dialects of Hell, giving shape and form to the energies she was about to let loose...and Lois Lane, watching all this happen without comprehension, only saw the shadows of the room darken and spread, the demon seeming to loom over her, ozone and sulphur filling the air.

Black lightning struck from the demon's outstretched hands with a clap of thunder. Lois Lane's body jerked up, every muscle contracting at once. Lungs frozen, Lois could not even scream as the smell of burning hair filled the room, her black pubes turning into greasy ash in a moment...yet that was only a side-effect as the dark power worked on broken muscle and demonic seed.

The prolapsed pussy writhed outside of the labia...and Lois shook and shiver as it grew and extended. Muscles shifted and grew, the gaping opening began to open and close, like the first mouthings of a drowning woman. Inside of Lois, complex structures reconfigured, her uterus shifted and squirmed deeper into her abdomen...crisscrossed now with black veins as the demonic taint flooded the once uncorrupted organ.

As suddenly as the torrent of dark power began, it ended. The reporter went limp...she sucked in air, pulse erratic, heart thumping. Slowly...achingly...Lois calmed herself and raised herself up on her elbows to survey what happened.

A pink tube still extended past the reporter's pussy lips. Only now it was not a limp, prolapsed vagina a few inches long...it was two feet of naked pink integument, moving with the sinuous grace of a snake, the open 'mouth' gaping as if tasting the air.