End: Lois Lane Begins To Master Her Demonic Nature

Hands firmly grasping Blaze's thighs, her pale purple-tinged fingers sinking into the soft, thick flesh, Lois Lane began to move. Her cock felt like a baseball bat attached to her hips, driving impossibly deep into the pink succubus. A normal human woman would be skewered...but Blaze, as she was now, had more than enough room. The pale pink eyes of the demon seemed to glow from within as she bit her lip, a smile plastered on her soft face. hands grabbing the headboard and holding on.

With every withdrawing stroke, Blaze's pussy clutched onto the long, thick rod, the cunt sucking at the demonic reporter's shaft until only the fist-sized head was stuck within her—and when Lois pushed back inside the cunt loosened, welcoming her in deep, and Lois could watch the progress of her cock as it distended the soft stomach, three times deeper than any human woman, until Lois though her cock would be nestled between her lungs...

A fire burned within Lois as her pace quickened, and her balls slapped loudly against an ass far meatier than the one the succubus had walked in with. It was strange to Lois to see how completely Blaze had become her perfect fucktoy—but some dark intuition told her that of course this would be the case. Blaze had poured all of her masculine essence into that shaft and balls, and Lois had taken it. All that was left of the proud queen of hell was her femininity...her pliant and submissive nature...the very complement to what Lois had so unknowingly ingested and absorbed.

"The more I fuck you, the more you mold to the shape of my cock," Lois said, and there was a tone of her words that held more power than she knew. She could see the way Blaze shuddered before her at multiple levels of reality, mind and spirit shifting, like a potter leaving a fingerprint on wet clay. "You are my fucktoy."

"Yesss..." Blaze hissed, her heart beating faster. A mere hour ago, Blaze would have fought and died rather than submit to anyone, but now her entire purpose of existence had shifted. Men and women would damn themselves for her, and she would shift to be their dream...or nightmare. Lois watched with fascination at the pleasure sparked in the pink demon's brain at her words, and curiosity impelled her to push further.

It was so easy, her mind and spirit reaching out, like a burning third limb. Moving past the flesh to touch the dark, umblemished ovoid that was the abyss of Blaze's spirit. To leave there a burning mark, a sigil, a brand of ownership...

LL

Blaze's hips bucked as her pussy clutched tight, the metaphysical filtering down to the physical as the first of many potent climaxes. Lois Lane's lips parted as the demon sought to form words, but her body simply glowed from within, lost in an incandescent climax.

"You are mine," Lois said, holding Blaze fast to her. Between those cheeks, the cock-like tip of the demonic reporter's tail pressed against the demon's ass...and with little resistance, slid into the tight hole. Still clutching the headboard, Blaze raised her body off the bed, legs latched onto the reporter's waist, writhing incessantly as pussy, ass, and spirit were violated all at once.

It was, the reporter found, good practice. The more she fucked Blaze, the more she discovered of herself...explored her new powers, new senses. Perhaps in a way she was absorbing more of the knowledge that Blaze had accumulated over centuries of life. The pink demon simply gave herself to the fuck, babbling incoherently, begging for Lois to use her...

...and so Lois did. All through the dark night, and on until morning.

Black jism seemed out of Blaze's every hole as the sun burned away the last of the night about Metropolis. She slept, exhausted, tainted jizz sputtering out of her mouth, a full-figured image of femininity. Gone was the almost skeletal and leanly-muscled figure that had begun the night in mastery; now thunderous thick thighs rubbed against each other, stained with the oozing demonic seed that seeped from a meaty pussy; huge soft pillows, pink as bubblegum, lay painted with oily jizz. She was a figure that Reuben would have made a goddess...but her soft smile was too lascivious, too lewd, for Heaven.

Lois Lane stretched. Her body was shrunk back down to something like her normal proportions and coloring; the horns hidden by a glamour, the now-flaccid cock dangling almost to her knees the only outward sign of her new demonic nature. It was better, for now, if Lois hid her new capabilities...at least until she had explored them fully.

One hand reached over and rubbed Blaze's pooch of a stomach. A complex sigil burned just beneath the pink skin momentarily as Lois checked the status of the wards on Blaze's womb. They were intact. She had not impregnated the demon...

"But I could," Lois whispered, her eyes momentarily turning dark. "Oh yes. I can knock you up whenever I want, Blaze, darling...and perhaps it will amuse me to do so. But not yet, not yet..."

The demon stirred in her sleep...the yin to Lois Lane's yang, the perfect sheathe for her cock, the Jekyll to her Hyde...

"Look out world," Lois said as she walked naked onto the balcony as Metropolis staggered to life after a long, strange night out. "There's a whole new Lois Lane to deal with!"