A Cumpire!

"...a cumpire!"

Lois Lane shuddered. Her veins burned, her muscles crawling under her skin. Beneath her fingers, her distended belly shrank, becoming as firm and taut as before—no, the reporter blinked staring in awe as hard abs emerged, taut and clearly defined as a female body builder's. The darkness became sharper, took on colors...she could see more clearly than ever before, hear the drip of jizz from the lip of that great cock splatter on the floor, pick out the smells of all the women that had been in this room before...and somehow, despite all that she had just consumed, Lois was thirsty...

"What...am I?" She asked.

"A cumpire!" The demon in milkmaid's garb crowed. "No mere cum-zombie are you, but a higher order of being! Gifted with insatiable thirst for cum, you are now empowered by the sperm of men. It is all you need to survive...and to fuel your dark gifs. You will be my first general...assassin..." The red lips dipped lower, one crimson hand raising the reporter's chin to meet her. "...and lover."

The newborn cumpire licked her lips, which felt plump and full. She felt...good. Strong. And very, very hungry. Her gaze turned back to the fat dong that had made her this way, thinking of the jizz still stored in those fat balls.

A hard hand clamped on the back of the reporter's neck.

"No, darling. My brother's seed must be reserved for growing my army. You may sate your thirst...upstairs." The cruel lips twisted in a smile. "Yes, all those young college men here for a weekend. They should be easy prey. Drink your fill, and then return."

Lois flexed her hands, feeling fingernails like claws...she could feel Blaze's will beating down against her own, in a way she had not felt it mere moments ago. The cumpire could feel the demon's influence...

...and I can fight it, Lois decided. But is now the right time?

Her stomach rumbled. Hunger pangs struck the reporter, and she trembled in frustrated need, torn between the source of cum right here and her mistress' command.

With a growl, Lois swept past the curtain, putting the demons behind her. No longer did she have difficulty navigating the dark tunnel, nor did her muscles strain as she clambered up the long ladder. Up above she could feel the movement of bodies, the beat of the distant music...smell the musk of a hundred cocks, their loads unblown...and Lois felt the terrible hunger gnaw at her guts.