The Demon

Lois turned. There was a figure in the doorway...and for a moment her heart ceased to beat. Her eyes grew wide.

It seemed to her, just for a moment, like the statue of the demon above had come to life. She could see it clearly...the horns, the impossible erection and bare breasts...and then it moved, and the illusion was shattered. Tall, but not that tall. The demon had to duck its head so that its horns cloud clear the portal into the narrow catacombs. The hard dick between her legs was still enormous, but only by human standards: twelve, maybe thirteen inches, tops. Lois Lane had seen bigger sex toys on the internet.

The body was more human too, though the skin was red as blood where the light touched it, dark as shadow where it didn't. The eyes glowed with their own white light, showing neither pupil nor iris. Lois Lane found she could breathe again, only for some cloying, musky scent to fill her mouth. Not enough to make her wretch, but like some thick animal reek combined with a floral overdose, that just seemed to fill her mouth and nostrils and not let go.

Once again, Lois became keenly aware that she wasn't wearing any pants. Her pussy was bare, exposed, and had started to throb and itch. She seemed to be hyperaware of that last little drop of the statue's jizz inside of herself, too deep to reach...and the demon with its dark cock was closing the distance between them languidly, horns scraping the ceiling, too wide for Lois to even think of sneaking past.

"What are you doing to them?" She asked, **** for any kind of a distraction. Instinctively, the reporter grabbed her phone, not sure why or how she was going to use it.

"Tired women. Bored of life. They asked to be remade into forms...more pleasing. They asked for the power to take what they want, and to serve me. So they rest here. Changing. Growing strong. When they are ready, they shall be the vanguard for my conquest of this planet."

The demon stalked closer. Despite its size and masculine attributes, the rest of its anatomy was womanly...defined breasts, narrow waist with flaring hips, the triangular shape of the face with the pouty lips in a smile that reminded Lois somehow of the Mona Lisa. Almost too innocent to be shadowed by horns, and yet there it was.

"You could join them, Lois Lane. Yes, I know who you are. Think of it. No more sexism, no more petty insults. You could be more beautiful than you are...stronger, powerful...immortal..."

Lois backed as far from the demon as she could, but her shoulderblades hit the bare stone wall at the back of the catacombs. With the difference in their height, the tip of the crimson cock was level with her lips.

"Come. Worship me. Be one of my brides."