Blaze Takes Possession

The cock thrust deep inside Lois Lane's cunt...and her body shook as she felt something pass into her. For a moment, the dickgirl reporter felt like a balloon, into which some hot, dark smoke was being pumped. She could feel herself being pushed to the edges—displaced—and perhaps more worryingly, mixing, the edges of her mind taking on some strange thoughts, odd perceptions.

It felt so...so...like Lois was losing herself. Like a fire burned in her heart, and pumping sluggish magma through her veins. Her breath was hot, her skin burned, but she did not sweat, and Lois felt the cock slip out of her, the cultists falling away as heat radiated from her skin, the inner fire causing the air around her to ripple.

Lois Lane's hands went to her head. There was something in there with her, wrestling with her brain. The reporter could feel the conflict, and she was unprepared for it. Maybe if the voice and presence were outside of her, she could have put up some kind of defense, but it was in her skull, coiling in and around her mind, leading her thoughts into dark, sordid alleys.

Memories that were not hers. Naked women frolicking about a blazing fire in the woods...only from Lois Lane's perspective she was the fire, the light and heat in the darkness, dancing with them, the men sitting around them stroking their cocks, an invisible heat moving through the men and women, feeding their lusts even as it fed on them, until the dancers were drawn down into a crawling chain of fucking, sucking, kissing, groping, moaning flesh...and the fire that was herself blazed brighter in the darkness...

The reporter closed her eyes, but she could not block out the visions. They weren't coming through her eyes. A black snake of fire and smoke seemed to coil inside of her, and when Lois Lane opened her eyes again—it wasn't her that opened them. The reporter felt her mouth twist in an unfamiliar smile as she rose onto her feet.

Around her, the cultists had dropped down onto their hands and knees, groveling before the naked dickgirl.

"Well hast thou done. This vessel pleases me." The voice came from Lois Lane's throat, but it was oddly doubled, as though someone else were talking at the same time. "And now, I shall reward thee for thy service..."