Raven Resists The Compulsion To Fuck Lois Lane's Ass

The moment the words came out of the reporter's mouth, Raven recoiled. The power of Lois Lane's lustful need fueled the compulsion that came with the summoning, and the dark magic stirred the demonic side of Raven's nature. Yet all of her life, Raven had fought against those baser urges. Lois Lane's summoning had caught her off-guard, but as the once-teen-and-now-adult Titan resisted the compulsion, she analyzed the flavor of that magic...and turned her gaze to the reporter's aura.

Fiery dark, demonic threads tied Lois Lane to the book, and Raven frowned as she noticed the changes that had already occurred to the reporter's body. The tiny prick and balls where once a prim pussy should have been. The weird desires stirred up from deep in Lois Lane's subconscious, brought to the surface by the meddling of a powerful demon. The book was a trap, Raven had no doubt, and she wasn't sure she could save the reporter...but she knew she had to try.

Raven sat on the bed and pressed the palm of her hand against the reporter's forehead. With an effort, the Titan opened herself up to Lois Lane's torrent of torrid desires. Let them flow through her and into her. A hot ball of lust that made her body shiver and nipples stand out...yet as Raven's loins stirred, and the legacy from her father that she normally kept hidden and quiescent between her legs began to stiffen, Lois Lane blinked and sighed, momentarily free of the maddening influence of the lust that had overwhelmed her rational senses.

"Speak, quickly," Raven said, as she struggled to maintain control and composure. "Tell me what happened to you tonight."

Lois Lane did. As she told the story, starting from the moment she set foot in the club, little details that the reporter had noticed came into new focus. Her cheeks flushed as she recounted her actions, embarrassed at her own sluttiness, so out of character. Raven, tight-lipped, half-focused on maintaining her own composure as she listened to Lois Lane's story, felt her eyes drift down to the reporter's little dicklet, so cute, almost like Beast Boy's...which was why her shapechanging friend so often took on animal cocks. Which were nice enough for a change of pace, texture, length, a pleasant girth...

Red shadows flickered on Raven's forehead, and sweat beaded her brow and armpits. The lust she had absorbed from Lois Lane had been intense, and Raven knew she would need to deal with it. Soon. But first...

The Titan took a deep breath and let it out as Lois Lane's story came to an end.

"You have accepted the demon's power into your body. Fueled it with your own desires. On my own, I cannot free you from that influence fully. Yet I can guide you through the ritual to exorcise it yourself. It will mean confronting your hidden desires. Such a soul-cleansing can be...harrowing. It is best to prepare yourself."