I Swear I That Cock Feels Like A Part of Me

The words tumbled out of the reporter's mouth. Blaze's face was a mask of madness. Black lightning arced between the scarlet succubus' horns. Black sparks spat from her crimson lips. The cock inside Lois Lane physically swelled, and her pussy drew tighter on the engorged erection.

Liquid heat flooded the reporter's pussy...and for a moment Lois imagined herself as a reporter-shaped balloon, her organs washed away in a flood of white-hot cum, a mere skin in which billions of sperm swam about in a cyclone of activity, on the hunt for eggs to fertilize. The illusion helped as the reporter's body ceased to answer her commands; even muscle locked up, her cunt clamped even tighter on the thick prick, and the heat seemed to spread throughout her body, only slightly slower than the ecstatic sensation of her own final climax.

A climax that went on longer than Lois Lane realized. The tenseness in her body did not fade away, the muscles did not relax. Her eyes, locked open, registered the terrible expression on Blaze's face...a face that seemed to be further away than before.

Too late, Lois realized she couldn't feel her arms and legs. That the tightness seemed to grow as her body compacted itself down. The cock seemed to fill more and more of her abdomen, until the glans throbbed inside her rib cage, crushed her lungs, her shrunken heart fit into the piss-slit. The odd illusion of hollow-ness persisted. Lois could feel her perspective shift, as her body shrank. Until all she could feel was the demon's cock fill her up. Until the head of that cock seemed to push into her skull.

Then her sight blinked out. Lois could hear nothing. See nothing. Smell or taste nothing. Yet she could feel the stiffness of her body. The pulse of blood in her veins. Shuddered in erotic need as a callused thumb ran over her head.

Blaze stared down at her now-larger cock. Her red fingers ran down the taut skin. The demon's abdomen bulged a little as she digested the rest of the reporter's mass. She rested one hand on that little bulge, as the womb and ovaries settled into place, veins and arteries connected to pump her own black blood into them organs to sustain them.

"The hard part," Blaze said, though Lois could no longer hear her. "Will be giving birth. I do hope you're up for it, sweetmeat."