Bind The Demonic Dick

Knowledge flooded the reporter's brain—and she knew that this was part of the transformation, the power that Blaze had unlocked for her. In her mind's eye, Lois became aware of the meaning of the magic word she had uttered, the attributes and aspects she had taken into herself from the goddesses of old...

The fertility of Shub-Niggurath

The wisdom of Hathor

The beauty of Ashtoreth

The ardor of Zeus

The stamina of Artemis

The strength of Meskhenet

A strand of her black hair was plucked from her head, and words of ancient magic came to the reporter's lips until the hair glowed like a strand of beaten gold. Her hands moved in deft, swift patterns around the great crimson plums of the demon Blaze, until they began to swell and turn purple, and three times around the base of that mighty scarlet shaft, which bulged out around it as the golden strand constricted, blood surging into the trapped penis but unable to escape, so that the already large member became almost monstrous, the great rubbery head swelling until it looked ready to burst.

Behind her, crimson fingers drummed insistently on the reporter's augmented ass, the demon's claws sinking into the now-meaty flesh in a way they never could have before Lois Lane had allowed the demon to enhance her assets. With a contented sigh at her work, Lois stood up, to allow the demon to see her handiwork.

"What have you done?" The scarlet succubus said, her cock twitching angrily.

"A little wisdom from Hathor—who knows how to keep husbands from blowing their loads too quickly."

Lois turned around to face Blaze, and popped into a squat. Her hands came up to pull the buttons on her tunic aside. Her great enhanced breasts hung free, wobbling and soft. In this form, Lois couldn't even feel the weight of them but her muscle control was perfect—with careless ease she began to flex her pectorals, making each tit rise and jiggle in turn. Her pussy brushed against the swollen scarlet shaft, all the more sensitive for its captivity.

She leered as the demon pawed at the cement floor, obviously **** to thrust her demonhood to the root in the reporter's divinely-enhanced pussy...but Lois Lane still held the little golden strand of hair, and while she did so the mighty Blaze was little more than her puppet on a string.

"You..." Blaze seemed lost for words, her pure white eyes unfathomable, but Lois could read the emotions that flit across that crimson face. Admiration. Anger. Lust.

"Don't worry," Lois rubbed her belly—not the tight abs of an athlete, as she had imagined, but the softer belly of a woman at the height of her fertility. "You will get what we agreed. On my terms."

Then with a laugh, she sank down on the infernal shaft, the cock threatening to test the limits of even a divinely-empowered pussy...but the ardor of Zeus was not to be denied...