Cthulhu

Lois Lane had never read the Necronomicon. Yet she could tell something was wrong by the sudden look of consternation that crossed the demon's face. At the moment, belly swollen with unnatural life and a portal to somewhere opened within her womb, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had other things on her mind—but a part of her did realize that something was not going quite according to Blaze's plan.

Yet Lois fell into the oldest of routines. Legs spread wide apart, clinging to the rock, pressing down with all her strength. Millimeter by millimeter something moved inside of her tight channel, forcing her birth canal to dilate wider and wider. Lois focused on her breathing, the old Lamaze trick. Women had been giving birth for millions of years, she knew that. Her body knew what to do.

But not all of them survived it, Lois thought glumly.

In the darkness around her, the wind howled—and changed tone. Lightning flashed in the abyss, and Lois felt rain patter down on her from far above. As the baby...or whatever it was...breached her pussy, Lois could smell the sea. Sharp brine and ozone. Lightning flashed again...and Lois saw Blaze retreat a step, those great white eyes round now with a look almost of horror.

As though she had gone fishing for a cod, and caught a kraken.

In idle moments, Lois Lane had been fascinated by cephalopods...squids and octopi. Their boneless bodies were so malleable, the creatures so intelligent, they could squeeze and contort themselves in unbelievable ways...through pipes and gaps...to get at what they wanted.

The thing slithered out of Lois Lane. Her pussy was, in the great scheme of things, a very small hole. Yet the creature that was coming out was very big. Lois could see the greenish mound expand as it emerged from her cunt, and she kept pushing, and pushing...at first she knew nothing but pain and terror, but as it wore on, and Blaze backed farther away from the great growing mass, now the size of a horse and showing no signs of stopping, the brush of it through her channel...the occasional brush of its tentacles against her clit...Lois felt the familiar heat rising inside her once again. Until her Lamaze breathing gave way to **** panting, and it continued to pour forth, regardless of her pushing, and her cunt had never been splashed so wide nor filled so fully, and Lois Lane's body shook as she screamed her ecstasy into the howling rain.

It was only the first.

Lois had heard of women orgasming while giving birth. She had never heard of a woman having multiple orgasms in that way—but then, the reporter doubted any woman had ever given birth as long as Lois. Her muscles ached with fatigue, and it felt like hours as more and more of the tentacled thing squirmed out of her. Raised its great wobbly head up to the hidden stars, tentacles stretching as if to feed on them. Unfolding the vast, membranous wings. Still it came. Until Lois lay back at the end of her strength, utterly spent by her countless orgasms, body soaked by sweat and rain. The belly had deflated, the skin of her once flat abdomen distorted...and she wasn't sure her pussy lips would ever close again.

She stared up at what she had birthed. It turned, like a mountain walked, or stumbled, illumined only by the occasional flash of lightning.

Cthulhu stared down at her.