Permanent Damage

"Your urethra isn't meant to be fucked," Blaze said, as the little tentacle squirmed deeper inside the reporter's hole. "Put something too big in there, and the hole gets stretched out. The sphincter can't recover. Permanent damage can occur."

Lois Lane squirmed. Every hole was being invaded. The penis-headed tentacles were moving in and out of her pussy and ass, stretching her holes to capacity...but it was the small hole that consumed the reporter's attention most. The reporter could feel the tentacle swelling thicker and thicker, and it hurt...it hurt and it was weird, feeling something moving around inside of her bladder. Violated in such an unnatural manner...

Blaze shoved her hips roughly against the reporter's crotch, ramming the tentacles in deep, drinking in Lois Lane's cry of pain.

"You won't be able to close your urethra anymore after tonight. Your piss is just going to drip out, nothing to stop it. You'll have to wear a pad for the rest of your life..." The demon's horns we growing, budding off branches until they resembled black antlers. The writhing tentacles pressed deeper, stretching the reporter's ass, and Lois was powerless to do anything as they seemed determined to squirm up into her guts. The tentacles in her pussy were already coiling and uncoiling in front of her cervix.

"...but you'll love it. You'll love it when I piss my black jizz into your new fuckhole. Paint your womb and pack your ass with my demon spunk." Blaze was almost laying on top of the reporter now, and her breath smelled of raw meat and raw sex, hot and foul and yet somehow intoxicating, the eyes glowing bright, fixing Lois Lane's gaze and holding it so that she couldn't even blink. "This is the price you will pay, Lois. To bear my child. No...my children. Because I will not let you go with just one. Oh no. Your body shall be mine, to defile and penetrate as much as I desire. Unless..."

The flicker of a smile.

"...are you sure you wish this, Lois? It's not too late. I can withdraw. Oh, you might piss a little blood, but I haven't ruined you, not yet. Not like I wish to. Say the word, and you may stagger out of here, empty and no more sullied than you are at this moment. Or...give yourself to me, body and soul, and I will show you such pains and pleasures as mortal women seldom dream of."

Lois Lane's heart seemed to cease to beat. The outer world faded away. There was only the light of her eyes, the crimson countenance of her face. Beautiful and cruel, eager and anticipating that final submission. The reporter's lungs filled, her mouth opened...one word...one word would condemn her to hell or let her walk the earth again with the knowledge that she could not make that final step, that she would turn her back on the darkness she had invited into herself before that final degradation. All of her life pivoted on that single moment.