Sexual Healing

"S-stop!" Blaze shuddered as the spectral hands of Lois Lane's aura dug into her skull. The once pure-white limbs of the human woman were now red up to the elbow, swirling essence seeping into her like paint mixing as she dug out the ugly black things that encrusted the core of the demon's essence.

Between her legs, the reporter's spiritual cunt had grown rainbow-colored teeth, the jagged multi-dimensional soul-shards biting and sucking onto Blaze's astral form, drawing the demonic essence like poison from a wound.

The dickgirl, completely unprepared for this psychic and spiritual ****, writhed in carnal ecstasy. The reporter's easy sexual skill rung from her an endless and ongoing orgasm, testes pumping jizz far beyond what their physical limits should have become, and the reporter's womb bloated and swelled to contain the excess. With every spurt, every sticky rope, the thrashing demon could feel her power waning, her body shrinking spirit growing vague and diffuse, the easier for Lois Lane's plunging hands to dive into the depths, tweaking the strange humors of her soul, balancing the terrible energies, peeling off centuries of pain and sin.

Gathering what was left of her strength, Blaze struck back with one final ****, all-out ****...black tendrils grasping from the center of her being like Medusa's coils, psychic asps that latched onto the tainted white form above her to pump her own spiritual toxins into Lois Lane's aura. Everything that Blaze had was channeled into this one attack—her rage, her pain, her pride, her lust for power and flesh and domination over others—

Too late, as she felt the great sucking maw at the center of Lois Lane draw her in, the reporter's laughter echoing across all the dimensions she shared, did Blaze realize her mistake. She swooned as her spiritual energy was rapidly drained, utterly swallowed by this newborn shaman, this insatiable female that swallowed all of Blaze's male principle, and so utter and complete was the demon's defeat that even her tenuous hold on the astral plane collapsed, and she fell—

Back to reality.

Lois Lane sat smugly atop the dickgirl beneath her—the perfectly human dickgirl. Her skin was dark, of no easily determinate race; she could have been from anywhere from Egypt to Sicily, Greece to Morocco. Dark eyes stared in confusion from beneath the tumult of dark, wild curly hair. A beautiful young woman, who stared down at her hands like a newborn babe, utterly lost as her cock gave one final spurt, and then slipped limp from the reporter's pussy.

"My power...my demonic essence...where..." Angelica Blaze muttered...and then she saw the slightly swollen midsection of the reporter riding on top of her.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter stared down at Blaze with a beatific gaze, the black irises still wide in those violet eyes, Lois coming down from the shamanic trance but the **** had not yet fully run their course. She placed one hand on her bulging belly, swollen gravidly like a woman in the first trimester. There was something to her preternatural calm that almost proclaimed her impending motherhood.

"Well, I had to do something with it," Lois said, with a slow smile.