She Tries And Fails

Lois Lane's skin began to crack. Blaze's smile became more sultry. She reached up and peeled off a strip of the dead skin, revealing the pale violet underneath...like a sunburn, it radiated heat. The demon reporter's cock jumped inside of Blaze, lifting the pink succubus off the bed with the strength of her prick alone.

Head pounding, Lois strove to master her emotions. A tumult of dirty thoughts washed through her...sensations she had never felt before, except in the deepest depths of sexual depravation, when she had dug deep into the pornographic depths of the internet to find some image that would fit a craving she couldn't name. Except this was more intense, and as her senses and mind expanded she found she could recall with perfect detail every sexual experience she'd ever had, every twinge of desire, all of them fighting for her attention.

Blaze was not helping. With her back on the bed, the once-mighty Queen of Hell rolled her hips, letting that monster cock rub against every part of her. Soft pink hands peeled away more and more of the drying and flaking skin, and the reporter felt almost as if her humanity was going with it. The pulsing pressure inside her body, localized just above her ass and in her forehead, grew to the point of pain...and the aching need inside of her was like a white-hot core of agony, begging to be unleashed.

"I wonder," Blaze said aloud, almost absently, as if speaking to herself. All the black was gone from her hair now, and golden curls spread out on the bed, the pink horns mere soft nubs, the swollen breasts generous with puffy inverted nipples. "I put so much of myself into my masculine aspect, because to be a demon it was more important to fuck than be fucked. I had even, long ago, blocked off all channels by which I could be impregnated...for that would be the greatest shame for any demon, to be **** to bear the child of their conqueror. Yet now that all of that is gone, I think...I might undo the spell that protects my womb."

Blaze twirled one golden lock around a pink finger. Even the claws had become long, elegant nails. Other changes had happened too...Lois could see that the eyes were larger, the tongue softer and wider, the cunt hotter and wetter than before, as if the pink succubus had entered some alien heat, the juices dripping out and forming a damp spot on the mattress beneath them.

"If I did," Her white eyes met Lois Lane's gaze and held it. "Would you impregnate me?"

There was a crack, as of thunder, which shook the apartment. A violet tail burst forth from Lois Lane's lower black, thick, hairless, and tipped with a phallic member. Dark horns erupted from her brow, so violet as to be almost black, and all over Lois Lane's body the pale human semblance cracked and flaked off. The reporter threw back her head and her eyes seemed to sink back into their sockets...and when she opened them again, they were pure violet, without pupil or iris, and glowed with their own internal light.

Somewhere, deep within, the human soul of Lois Lane was washed away by a rising flood of desire. What stared down at the soft succubus was a creature fused with sin. All of Lois Lane's intelligence and will now wedded to a power and drive that could do monstrous, depraved things.

Starting with Blaze's body.