Lois Wants To Help Blaze

She's a demonic sex beast from hell, Lois Lane reminded herself. She turned four women into dickgirls and is milking them for their seed in the next room. Tried to do the same thing to me. But I can't just leave her like this.

"I...uh...I don't know what to do to help you," the reporter said to what had been Angelica Blaze.

Even as Lois Lane watched, the oddly chaotic form was starting to organize into something almost recognizable, though not as a human being.

The reporter could still just about make out the demon's spine...a crest of hard cocks had emerged from each vertebra, connected by a loose skein of pink skin, like the most obscene Spinosaurus in history. The individual limbs had completely lost any cohesion, but the central "trunk" of the main cock was now as thick around as Lois Lane's waist, and dicks were rising out of it in an oddly symmetrical pattern, looking a bit like the top of a disturbingly phallic palm tree. Fronds of black hair trailing from underneath the dicks, slick and dripping with precum, completed the almost plant-like appearance.

The whole creature was bottom, heavy, the base swollen with leaking breasts and bulbous testicles; the ones at the bottom were bigger and heavier, with nipples the size of Lois Lane's thumb, tits as big as her head, testicles the size of pineapples...and they rose up in rows, smaller and smaller, with that weird great penis-trunk hovering overall, and then the spiny-growth that was jutted away from it. This part was still moving, still a chaotic mass of mouths, cocks, cunts, clits, tongues, winking anuses, and less definable features, slowly being drawn into the main mass.

Lois circled it, trying to keep her distance, aware of the puddle of black ooze at its base...and then she saw it, half-embedded in the still-chaotic portion of the creature's flesh. The Black Grail was lodged in a gigantic vagina where the chaotic body met the base of the penis-tree. The cup was still leaking black goo, straight into the depths, and Lois could just see multiple channels, as if the one cunt...big enough for Lois to fit her whole arm into...led off into five or more separate wombs, deep within the growing base of whatever it is that Blaze had become.

"I'm...going to try and pull the cup out, okay?" Lois said. Yet the cock-tree-thing gave no indication of any response, just waving softly, things moving beneath the skin, still growing and changing, though increasingly into some sort of organized pattern.