Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Is It Too Late?

A Reporter Is Never Late, Or Early, But Cums Right When She Is Supposed To

Lois Lane's pussy clenched tight. Once upon a lifetime, she had been nicknamed "the Nutbreaker," and spoken of in hushed tones. Between her thighs, the possessed man uttered an inhuman squeal, cock crushed in a velvet vise.

Her orgasm was the opening of a floodgate when the reservoir was full. Months of sexual tension unleased in a rush of fluid, back arching up, hands groping her tits. The cock trapped within her was little more than an afterthought, a tool for her release.

"G-gott-a p-put a b-baby in you-ou-ou..." The demon stuttered, body jerking, muscles trying to twist in unfamiliar ways. It's grip slipped, strength draining from its hands.

Lois laughed, long and loud, and released the trapped prick at the last moment, throwing herself off. Hot seed splashed against her back, a scalding heavy rain, the most potent load of the man's life wasted as it spurted across her ass.

The reporter was still laughing as she got up, knees weak and wobbly. She hadn't cum that hard in months. Lois, feeling playful as a cat, bent over and wiped her sticky ass off on Rat's chest. The frustrated spirit was there, a red echo playing over his features, spent and powerless.

"Nice try, honey," Lois said as she pulled up her pants. "I like the way you fuck. But you're going to have to try harder than that to knock this pussy up."

Lois left then, nerves singing. She felt high, ecstatic...and now she knew there was something down here, something that wanted her. Every one of her reporter instincts told her that it had something to do with the missing women, and she wasn't going to leave until she found out what.

Alone in the dark, on his knees, the exhausted Rat lay limp and unmoving, his cock a pale flaccid noodle before him. As quickly as it had come on, the red thing that had slipped into his mind and body had left. His chest felt hollow, like something had been ripped out of him...and he didn't know if he had the strength to try and get it back.