Bite Her Tongue

Lois' head snapped forward and grabbed one of the slathering tongues coiling out of the monster's mouth and bit down as hard as she could.

It was instinct, the primal ape that lurked in the back of every human psyche, the reptile brain given sudden vent by a surge of adrenaline. There was nowhere to run, so that only left two options—fuck or fight.

The reporter didn't wait for the thing wearing Lana's face to reply. Hands like claws as she launched herself at the thing, tearing and ripping with her nails at the hard flesh, twisting her body and throwing her weight against it. And the monster grasped at Lois in turn, rending her clothes, one half of that split tongue whipping her face, nails rasping against the reporter's skin to leave shallow red scratches.

Together they rolled and wrestled around the filthy floor of the bathroom, woman and monster locked in a struggle, hearts pounding, blood singing in their veins, terror and excitement mingled together. Lois fought as though her life was on the line, and perhaps it was... Time faded. Seconds felt like hours, minutes an eternity of pulled hair and unpulled punches, bruised skin and the taste of blood in the reporter's mouth.

Somewhere during the tense struggle, Lois became aware of a change. From the beginning, she had been fighting without conscious thought, even the idea of escape lost beneath the singular instinct to fight. But the initial rush of combat had given way to something else. The reporter could feel her body exposed by the struggle, clothing torn off, her flesh bearing the marks of strange hands...except...

Her tits hurt. The monster had pawed them once or twice, but in the last few moments had focused on Lois' breasts almost exclusively. Worse, the reporter could feel something stabbing into her thigh, and when she managed to maneuver her head to look down, so the long, pink, doglike phallus that jutted up out of the red-and-black furred slit between the monster's leg, the pointed tip stabbing upward into Lois' stomach and legs.

This isn't a fight, Lois realized. This is foreplay!