Cum Now, O Etrigan...

Lois' fiddling with her new junk was rudely interrupted when something hit her in the face. A terrible animal musk hit as she peeled off the item—a pair of tight red shorts, soaked about the crotch. The smell of them made her almost dizzy...like her own panties after a ten mile run, but mixed with hints of sulfur and something...sickly sweet... Lois brought the pants up to her nose and breathed the musk in, feeling her newfound dick begin to respond, traveling down one pants leg.

No angel in heaven sang,

Of such devilish delight,

The devil's poontang,

Shall be yours tonight!

The rhyme broke Lois' reverie...that and an insistent rubbing at her crotch. She looked down to find Lady Etrigan, now bottomless, was bent over and pressing her muscular buttocks against the reporter pants.

Lois got the idea, but despite the rapidly hardening erection in her pants, she wasn't about to just whip it out without an explanation.

"What is this? I have your dick. Do you need to test drive it or something?" Lois hated how hopeful that last bit came out, but she had to admit she was sort of eager to see how her new equipment functioned.

The rite is only half complete!

Experienced trollop though you be,

As a virgin, thou cannot compete!

Take my maidenhead, and I'll help thee!

Lois wasn't sure she understood—but then this whole damn night was getting crazier and crazier, and she doubted it would get less weird before the dawn. With an outward show of ****, she reached into her tight-fitting pants and brought forth her new tool.

It looked human—none of Etrigan's scars or spines—and was the same skintone as the rest of Lois. The reporter felt a strange kind of pride as she rubbed it hard, standing a full ten inches in length, and thick as both of her thumbs put together. Less than the demon's had been on its own, but still damn impressive for a human.

The demon waggled her ass, sending her gigantic tits to shaking within her tunic, the bare hairless cunt was a bright, sickly yellow, inside and out. Lois placed a hand on one hard cheek and struggled to line up the head of her cock with Etrigan's pussy. It was surprisingly harder than it looked—Lois had always been slightly exasperated dealing with inexperienced partners, but now she was beginning to understand the fumbling impatience as something inside her crotch burned with a terrible pressure. Her cock was so stiff it ached, and her hands trembled with excitement.

"So I just...put it in?" She said, finally getting the tip pressed against the demon's entrance.

To heaven's gate or demon's ass,

Thou has now the infernal key,

For something wicked this way to pass,

Put your back into it—see?

On the last word, Lois' body lurched forward of its own accord—she swore it felt like the cock had tried to pull itself from her body, and had dragged the rest of her with it. She did not feel the demon's hymen tear, but boiling heat enveloped her now-sensitive member. It reminded her of the time she had played with the showerhead while drunk, and set the water temperature so high she had accidentally scaled her clitoris and vagina.

Looking down, she saw her dick buried to the hilt in the yellow snatch—and as she pulled it slowly out, a bright red streak of blood upon it. The demon, she noted, was now silent, and she felt a pang of sympathy for the devil, as one woman might for another. Then a strange tingling sensation came to her balls, a pins-and-needles sensation like when her hand or foot had fallen asleep.

With a grunt, the demon pushed back, inch after inch, until Lois was once again buried hilt deep, only a crimson ring of blood visible where cock met cunt. In unfamiliar tone of pain, the demon's voice called out:

Cum now, o Etrigan...

The pussy clasped tighter on Lois' cock...and then tighter still. There was a curious vibration too, and the heat seemed to increase, though that part no longer seemed unpleasant. Lois gasped, unsure of what to do. Normally, this was the part where her own partner would be thrusting away, as if drilling for oil, so she tried to move—and found herself stuck fast.

That was when she noticed that Etrigan was shrinking.

Well, not shrinking exactly. His ass was still there, the tight muscular buttocks reduced to bones covered by a loose, leathery yellow hide. But it seemed like he was being drained away...little more than a leathery skeleton within the tunic and cloak, though the demonic pussy still clutched her like a vise.

Lois shivered, and not in pleasure, as even the bare structure of the bones started to fade, skin sagging loosely as the bones within seemed to crumble and dissolve and go...where? Lois stared down at her cock and balls, the big blue veins on them, and had a sinking feeling she knew...or was going to find out soon.

The reporter stood up and backed away, dragging Etrigan's now empty hide along with her, fastened to her dick. She put her hands on it, tried to dislodge it, but it clung stubbornly. She could actually feel her cock through it, as if the demo's skin was no more than a lambskin condom...and as she watched, even the hide was shrinking, shrinking, being drawn up and...where?

The answer came as a tickle at her urethra...followed by a sudden, unexpected penetration. it wasn't painful necessarily, but it was decidedly unpleasant, as the creeping sensation inched slowly up the length of her penis...and Etrigan was now little more than a yellow condom, one where the hollow tip had been sucked into the pisshole and was being drawn, slowly and inexorably onwards into Lois' body. it was the strangest, trespass she had ever experienced, and as the last flicker of bright yellow hid disappeared into her swollen dick, she wondered where all of that could possibly go...