What Would You Be Like As An Angel?

Angelica Blaze's eyes widened. Black sparks seemed to gather around her head into a stormy halo, arcs of dark magic striking her horns.

"Oh...fudge," she said.

There was the sound of thunder.

Lois Lane, still impaled on her lover's cock felt every muscle in her body clench at once, teeth snapping shut hard. It was like being caught in an electric current, and for a moment the reporter was afraid her heart would stop. As the moment stretched on and the shock wore off but the paralysis did not. The reporter felt her lungs start to burn and muscles ache. Vision began to dim at the edges, dark circles closing in. She was staring at Angelica's face...

...except it wasn't red anymore. In fact it looked rather...pink?

The horns on her face dissolved in a shower of golden sparks. The face retained its same lines, but the expression softened, somehow. As Lois felt the darkness take her, she saw no more cruelty there, no rage. The pure white eyes looked somehow pleading and expressive. Human.

"Lois! Beloved!" Blaze's voice came to her as Lois Lane felt her body relax, muscles suddenly giving up their rigidity. Her heartbeat was in her ears, loud and present and slowing down like a dying clock. There was a flutter of wings as Lois closed her eyes.

Warm lips against her own. Air, hot and sweet **** into her lungs.

The reporter gasped and opened her eyes...to find herself in Angelica's arms.

"Are you alright?" The angel asked—and she was an angel, Lois saw, though a dark one. The blood-red skin had faded to a valentine pink, and dark feathered wings extended from her back. Almost automatically, Lois felt her eyes drawn down to her cock and balls—but those seemed, thankfully, mostly unchanged, except in color. Maybe a little smoother, a little more rounded at the tip, but the same proud organ that had penetrated and impregnated—

"Oh god!" Lois said, staring down at her stomach. "The baby! Is the baby alright?"

Angelica laid a hand on the reporter's abdomen. A swirl of golden sparks surrounded her fingertips for a moment.

"I still sense life," the angel said with something like relief. "I am pleased you are both well."

Lois let out a sigh. She'd never even thought about the consequences of her question while Blaze was inside of her. Speaking of which...

"So you're...an angel now?" The reporter asked. It was really weird to see her forehead sans horns.

Blaze smiled, bent over and kissed Lois gently at the corner of her mouth.

"Half-angel. My father was human, so I was only ever half a demon. A clever wish, my clever little..." The angel's face shifted, as if trying to recall a word. "...love." She finished lamely.

"So, um. You're going to let the other women's souls go?" Lois asked.

"It is done," Blaze insisted. She looked down. "They, and all the souls I have ensnared in centuries of Satanic shenanigans. I do not...I cannot go home again. My former servants and enemies would tear me apart."

"Well, you can crash at my place," told her, raising a hand to caress her face. "I wouldn't mind having the...father of my child...around during the pregnancy."

Angelica blushed—actually blushed, red rising on her pale pink cheeks. "I would like that."

Then she looked away. "There is...one complication."