Raven, Trigon's Daughter

The reporter's fingers traced the line of the incantation. She mouthed the strange syllables, to practice the shape of the sounds before she spoke them aloud. There was more there than just words...instructions in a Latin she could barely read, yet whose meaning impressed themselves on her lust-crazed brain.

I need to imagine my desire, the shemale reporter thought. Her eyes went back toward the screen...and focused on a grey cock. It throbbed as it filled the screen. The veins along its dark length pulsed. In another moment it was gone, but behind the reporter's eyes the image of that ass-pleaser remained.

"Azarath...Metrion...Zinthos!" Lois Lane intoned.

The reporter's voice said the words...but it was her spirit, her desire, her need that called out into the void, and as Lois felt something drain out of her, to push that urgent need into the aether...a part of her felt something...answer.

It was as though a part of Lois was pulled out of her body. An elastic band that stretched out and out, further and further. The reporter's body tensed in response to that spiritual tension. Her whole form was on point, her tiny cocklet stiff, her asshole clenched tight...and then slowly...aching slow...she felt that part of herself that stretched out reel back. The tension drained, and with it whatever had fed that calling. When, at last, the lights dimmed and flickered, the reporter collapsed boneless onto her bed, face-down.

Lois Lane panted. She heard the soft tread of naked feet on the carpet near her bed. Warm fingers touched her arm...and Lois managed to lift her head and turn it.

There, a pale grey female figure stared at her. Dark, straight hair framed her face, which seemed stuck in an expression of disdain. A red diamond was pressed into the forehead beneath a widow's peak. The body was slim, naked, the body of a young twenty-something woman, the breasts small and conical, the nipples pink and soft...yet down below, where a trim little pussy should have been, the hairless crotch extended to a stiff one-eyed beast...a cock that matched the image in Lois Lane's mind.

"You're the one who summoned me?" Raven said. "Why?"

"Please," the reporter begged. "Help me..."

"How?" Raven's fingers were warm on the reporter's wrist, as she checked Lois Lane's pulse.

"Please," Lois said. "Fuck my ass!"