Epilogue: Succubus Seduction

Lois Lane let her little sister go with a kiss. Lucy licked her lips as she grabbed her bag and headed off to catch her flight. The reporter wondered, now, how things would be different between them. Maybe Lucy would drink a little bit less. Maybe it would just be one more thing they shared. At least, that's what Lois hoped. She didn't see why sex had to come between them. They were both consenting adults, after all.

Yet something nagged at the back of her brain. Lois knew society wouldn't understand. More than that, Lois wasn't sure she understood it herself. There was a time, not too many weeks ago, when the reporter knew she would never have had a dirty weekend with her own sister. Would never have felt her fingers squelch inside that wet pussy, the feel of her soft skin against her own...and Lois knew what had changed.

The grimoire. The spell. Lois had gotten so good at changing herself according to her desires, she hadn't thought about how those desires themselves had changed. She was so lost in those thoughts, she walked right into the woman in red.

The reporter slammed face-first into her tits, and the apology was on her lips before she even saw who she had hit...and then her violet eyes went wide.

The woman in red was a head taller than Lois, her arms and legs bare in a red sundress with a plunging neckline. The great straw hat framed her wide forehead and his something of the dark mane of hair that cascaded past her olive-brown shoulders. She was lean, muscular, small-breasted and wasp-waisted, like a marathon runner or gymnast, and her mouth was wide and generous on a face that might have been modeled after the bust of Nefertiti. Dark eyes flashed, and there was a glimmer in them like the water at the bottom of a deep well.

When she smiled, it reminded Lois of the Mona Lisa. Like she knew a secret that Lois didn't.

"S-sorry," Lois said. Her brain was already churning. "How clumsy of me. Are you hurt?"

She reached out a hand, and the woman in red let Lois touch her. A tremor went through the reporter's hand, almost like an electric shock.

"I am fine," the woman said, her voice had a strange accent, something Mediterranean, maybe Egyptian or Sicilian. "You are unhurt?"

Lois licked her lips. That could be an opening.

"Fine...just a little thirsty. The heat outside..." The reporter nodded toward an airport bar. "Would you like a drink with me?"

"Certainly."

Later, Lois Lane wouldn't be able to recall exactly what they talked about. The woman in red's name was Angelica Blaze. She wasn't from Metropolis. Yet she knew quite a bit about history, culture, women, and liked beer as well as wine. Laughed at all of Lois's jokes. Laid her hand on the reporter's arm casually, that electric spark dancing between them whenever their skin touched. The reporter wasn't sure which of them was seducing the other...not until they made it back to Lois's apartment.

Where Angelica plucked the hat from her head and set it on the table.

Pulled the skirt up and off her body, revealing nothing underneath.

The lesbian reporter's eyes drank in the well-defined muscles on that back and buttocks, the way the dark hair spilled over the spine. Angelica still had her heels on as the reporter fumbled out of her own clothes, click-clacking across the kitchen floor to admire the bedroom...and Lois Lane's bed was still a mess, still reeked of sex and her sister...and Angelica turned and gave that damn Mona Lisa smile.

Lois Lane's entire body tingled.

All at once, the reporter's clothes were too tight. There was a brief burst of pain as her feet swelled, and then the heels collapsed and the straps broke and her toes burst through. Buttons popped on her blouse, and Lois was aware of her bra snapping like rotten string as the seams of her shirt, now tight about her shoulders and upper arms, tore. The rent of cloth was audible as the reporter's skirt tore along the seems, the elastic band on her panties holding on for dear life as her waist suddenly thickened, the panties digging into a cunny now several sizes too big for it.

Perspective tilted and then the reporter's head cracked into the ceiling, and she fell down on her ass. Looked over herself with shock to find that she had to be at least ten feet tall. It was like her entire body had swelled...grown...

But I didn't mean to do that! Lois thought. I didn't want that! I...

I did, a familiar accented voice came into the reporter's head.

Angelica Blaze walked toward her...and as she walked, the woman's body changed. Already tall and muscular and lean, she grew moreso. Ribs showed on her sides, and her flat abdomen became a well-defined eight-pack. High cheeks now so defined it looked like spikes were about to burst through them. The dark eyes blinked, and when they opened again they were pure white with no pupil or iris. The olive skin darkened, then brightened to a bloody red, traces of purple veins visible in the small breasts, the nipples of which were a soft pink, puffy as unripe strawberries. Dark horns appeared on her brow, and black sparks crackled along their length. The crimson lips opened to let a long, thin forked tongue slide out.

"Who..." Lois Lane's voice was loud and deep to her own ears as she scrabbled backwards, too big now to even fit through the doorway she had just come through. "What are you?"

"You know who I am," the scarlet succubus stood between the reporter's bent legs, one hand on each knee. "The spell from the book...did you think all that magic was free? No. My power, moving through you, changing you. Every time you used that power, you incurred a debt. To me. I've been watching you. You've grown quite adept with my little gift. Now, at last, I can contain myself no longer."

"What...what do you want?" Lois said. Instinctively, she tried to shape her desires, to change back to her normal form...but nothing happened.

Blaze leaned forward. She grabbed ahold of the giant reporter's nipples, each one so large now that she could just about grasp it with one hand. Though the proportions hadn't changed, with the reporter's new size each tit was as big as a beach ball. The scarlet succubus sighed and lay her body against the reporter's, her arms hugging those huge tits. She looked up into Lois Lane's big violet eyes.

"For now? I want to make love to you. Just like this. Later..." the white eyes flashed. "...well, perhaps we'll get creative."

It was weird for Lois. She had to be at least three feet taller than Blaze in this form, and broad as she was, it wasn't like she was making love to another woman, but some sort of fantastic doll. Yet the demon's flash was warm, firm, alive...and the demon herself climbed Mt. Lane to plant her fiery kiss on the reporter's lips, then turned around and began to lick and suck at the reporter's clit. With Lois Lane's new size, what had been a clitoris the size of the tip of her little finger was now, proportionately, as big as the tip of her thumb...and the scarlet succubus sucked at it like it was the head of a tiny cock.

Cramped, Lois carefully grabbed the demon's midriff in her now-huge hands. The muscular legs spread, revealing the tiny little slit, the dark pucker of her anus. The reporter's tongue was massive now as well, and one wet stroke was like three elk at a salt lick, the great pink tongue coating the demon's ass and cunt with saliva...and that just drove the demon on to greater excitement, her hand slipping down to Lois's now cavernous cunt.

Lois Lane's lesbian instincts took over. Strange and novel as the sensation of her new body were, she was familiar with this kind of play...and she loved it. Loved to feel the scarlet succubus squirm in her grip as the great tongue burrowed into her greedy twat. Her spine ached from the position of crouching over, bending far forward until her big tits hung like punching bags, the nipples hard now as Blaze's hands slid easily into the gaping pussy...and then the scarlet succubus squirmed free, and, turning herself around, plunged both arms up to the elbow in the giant woman's crevasse.

Lois bit back a deep moan, afraid the whole building would hear as the demonic woman pushed her arms in and out of the tight, hot, muscular cervice. The reporter's left leg slammed against the kitchen table and knocked it over, her right knee crunched into the closet door, the wood breaking.

Blaze smile widened into something more honest and natural.

"So many possibilities you haven't considered yet," she said, breathing heavily. "That's why I wanted us to meet, at last. All those women who came to me, the cult...their desires were so weak, little candle flames easily blown out. But you...oh no. You embraced those desires. Like a true demon."

Lois closed her legs. She crushed Blaze's body to her huge cunny with her hands, rubbing the demon against her clit, masturbating with the demon's body.

"That's why, Lois, I've decided..." The demon didn't seem to mind how roughly the reporter was treating her, or how hard Lois was crushing Blaze against her cunt, **** now for her orgasm.

"...you will be my new apprentice."

Lois bit back a scream as her giant body shook, faster and harder than she normally did. A flood of fluid burst forth from her gigantic cunt, to wash over the crimson woman whose hands seem to touch all the right parts of Lois's internal anatomy at once...and then Lois slumped onto her back, letting the demon woman crawl over her, sticky and apparently content...and then climbing further, until she sat astride the reporter's head, which was now as broad as a pumpkin.

The reporter knew what was wanted of her, and panting hard, she opened her mouth and extended that tongue. Blaze grabbed it with both hands and guided it to her leaking slit, stuffing the soft muscle into her box, moaning with satisfaction...and Lois wondered, as she idly fingered her own leaking slit, what it would entail to be a demon's apprentice.