She Sheds Her Human Form

Angelica Blaze blinked...and the eyes that stared back at the woman impaled on her cock were no longer dark. They were pure white, without pupil or iris, and seemed to glow from within...and as the reporter watched the skin began to flake away from those eyes, burning away the edges and flaking to ash. The new skin beneath was red as fresh blood on parchment, almost liquid-looking...and as it peeled away from her face, Lois Lane noticed other things, as if for the first time.

The planes of Blaze's face were sharper, the cheekbones more prominent, the lips thinner. Black horns burst from the forehead and pushed aside the sweat-slick black bangs as they curved upwards from the forehead, resting there as if they belonged. As the skin peeled away from her breasts, Lois noticed how the bones were more prominent, the muscles more defined...like a human built on the scale of a greyhound. Lean and hungry, perfectly still when conserving energy, but ready to pounce at any moment.

The reporter's eyes followed the burning skin as it peeled away over the breasts...small than before, but the puffy pink nipples were the same, like unripe strawberries, huge in proportion to the rest of her sharply-pointed tits. The line spread out into a kind of V-shape as it approached the abs...and became even more pronounced as the burning line approached the cock that was still plugged inside her pussy. She watched with terrible fascination as the bright line, like the burning filter of a cigarette reached the still-swollen dick...and then arched forward, the crimson cock seeming to swell as it was exposed for what it was. Lois braced herself for when the line of heat reached her pussy...and then gasped as the girth suddenly increased, pushing her cunt walls apart.

"What...are you?" Lois said when she could breathe again.

"I am Blaze, Queen of Hell," the demon said with a smile. "And I am your new employer."

The demon reached one finger over the reporter's form...a long scarlet index finger tipped with a sharp black nail like a claw...and the demon carefully scratched an upside-down pentacle with a little flame-symbol in the middle below the reporter's belly button. The pain was sharp but momentary, like getting a tattoo.

"Now you are marked as mine. My breeding bitch," the demon smile relaxed into something more natural...like the cat that had spilled a glass of milk and now could lap it up from the floor at her leisure.

The reporter shook as she absorbed this new knowledge. Yet curiosity drove her on.

"The others...what about the others?" She asked.