Until Lois Lane Is Addicted To Her Dick...And The Book Stirs

Minute by minute. Stroke by stroke. Raven's cock pushed deep into Lois Lane's body. Stretched out that slutty hole. The mystic dickgirl opened herself to the corrupted reporter's emotions. Became a sponge for all the negative energies that Lois had absorbed, and the negative feelings that had fueled them.

So Raven's cock grew, as she fucked all the demonic influence out of Lois Lane.

Raven grabbed the reporter's ankles and bent them back toward her shoulders. Pinned on the bed, the reporter could only scream as she was folded in half, ass in the air, her pathetic dicklit. With every stroke of that swiftly swelling shaft, the reporter's once-tight asshole stretched more grotesquely...and her little dick shrank. Lois Lane cried out as the femboy was fucked out of her. As her tiny dick shrunk to an oversized clit. Until her aching balls pushed their way back into her body. The tight scrotum developed a crease which deepened and deepened. Carved out new space in her body.

A restoration of sorts, as the uterus resumed its former place. As the hyphen regenerated in the once-tight pussy...even as Raven's cock, now thicker than Lois Lane's ankle, threatened to turn her asshole inside-out.

"Hrrr..." Raven panted. Only a lifetime of dealing with demonic energies and repressing her urges allowed her to retain a shred of rationality as she plundered Lois Lane's tight asshole. It was like her inhuman cock, now so long and thick, the pendulous testes that hunger from her crotch so heavy and swollen, was being crushed in a silken vise. Black lightning crackled from the edges of Raven's eyes, which had gone curiously blank, and the red eyes on her forehead flickered as her own inner darkness sought to take control.

She could smell the reporter's pussy. Fresh. Unsullied. Virgin soil. So very, very ****. So very, very...fertile.

On the bed, the pages of the book flipped themselves...and settled on a pornographic image.

Raven hissed as the letters on the page reassembled themselves into an incantation. Strange characters that called out to be read. The dickgirl hissed as she realized what was happening. The demonic energy she had absorbed demanded release. Whatever demon was behind Lois Lane's adventures tonight was trying to influence the Titan, to get her to spend that power on a spell...

"You haven't cum yet," Lois Lane said, utterly unaware of the battle of wills that Raven fought. The reporter's head, now clear despite the grotesque distension of her asshole, the obvious discomfort of her position, let go of the sheets and reached up to caress Raven's sweaty face.

"Rae...it's okay. You saved me. If you need to blow your load...you can do it. Wherever you want. I can tell you need to cum," the reporter's fingers touched Raven's lips. Her violet eyes were utterly clear and full of innocence. "I want you to cum."

"You don't...know what...you're asking!" Raven said, as her hips continued to move of their own volition. Her pendulous sack slapped into the reporter's ass. The book had crawled until it was just past the reporter's head. Raven couldn't shut her eyes, the lids frozen as the demonic influence reached out and demanded the spell to be read.

"Please!" Lois said. "You're in pain. You need this. I want to do this for you."

Then the reporter's voice dropped down to a whisper.

"Maybe I need this too. I need your dick. I need your cum. It's just...so good..."