Test It Out

Lois held the demon dick in her hand. Hard and long as it was, the thing could make an effective bludgeon if nothing else. She gave it an experimental swing or two, picturing herself bashing demonic skanks. The fantasy gave her a sense of...power. But she couldn't tell if that was from any inherent magic of Satan's shaft, or just the booze and adrenaline talking.

Lady Etrigan smiled, amused at Lois' flailing at imaginary foes.

Like a child thou art

As thou plays with thy stave

Unschooled, O tart

In the ways of maid and knave!

Forthwith must I teach thee

How to rut proper,

Come hence and fuck me,

So we may stop her!

So saying, yellow claws grasped and rent the thin fabric of tunic and shorts, letting the shreds of cloth falls to the floor, the demon naked save for her cape. Lois stopped and stared at those massive, head-sized breasts, which sagged but retained their shape like two jutting torpedoes, a 70s Playboy playmate drawn to the proportions of the most obscene 90s silicone obsession. Hard muscle was hinted beneath the soft curves of arms and leg, shoulder and belly, and as the reporter's gaze traveled down she saw the demon's slit was bared, and a pale yellow slime was already leaking down her leg.

Instinctively, Lois stared at the yellow cock in her own hand, and a similar dribble had just begun from its strange piss-slit.

Come forth, do not doubt!

I am no scrawny, virtuous elf,

To tease and not put out.

Long have I waited... she licked her lips, showing her fangs ...to fuck myself.

Lois felt her heart beat...and oddly, she felt the dick in her hand pulse in time. She stepped forward, staring at the infernal beauty before her. Thoughts whirled through her head...could she do this? Should she do this? Probably not. But...what the hell.

Within a foot of the demon, the reporter could feel the heat given off from her skin. Lois reached forward with her left hand, and rand her fingers down the side of one globular tit. It was hot, and the skin rasped a little against her own, like a leather bag filled with boiling water...and the scent, the demon's scent, that came to Lois was musk and sulfur, and the thin sweet reek of carrion...

Instinctively, Lois brought the yellow cock up between Etrigan's legs...and just laid it against the slit. The reporter could feel the pussy through the cock...almost as if it was her very own. The hot wet lips rubbing over every ridge and knob as she slowly drew it back and forth between those thighs, not yet penetrating just...adapting.

The demoness shivered, and moved forward, her heavy hot breasts now pushing into Lois' collarbones, the hard nipples actually poking into her skin.

My wand is a focus for carnal desires

To magnify and channel they lust

Strengthen thy flesh so it never tires

And at last, my terrible nut to bust!

Etrigan stands before thee a maid

My virgin quim quivers like an egg

My transformation needs they aid

Make me a woman, this I do beg!

And the demon drew her down then, spreading her cloak beneath her back, and Lois knelt between those outspread thighs, the mighty devil's dick poised at the entrance to Etrigan's cunt...and she paused in relish at the way those heavy tits sagged against her arms as she lay on her back, and the hot breath that panted from the swollen lips, and the terrible quickening pulse in heart and palm and the terrible sallow shaft in hand that wanted nothing more than to press forward and break the demon's hymen, to defile the defiler and ram it all the way to the fiery womb...and as Lois looked down at the hand that held the shaft, she saw, beneath the surface by thumb and forefinger, yellow veins...