End: Lois Grabs The Tentacle In A Bid To Keep The Cum Out of Her

Maybe it was the sudden shift to more familiar surroundings. Or just the strange sight of those bulges traveling along the length of the black tentacle toward her pussy, with their virile load. Whatever triggered it, Lois Lane found herself burst into action.

With a lurch, Lois sat up. Her breasts brushed against her distended abdomen as the reporter's hands clasped tight around the black tentacle that snaked out of her overstretched pussy...and squeezed.

Once, as a cub reporter, Lois Lane had spent a week down among the fisher's market and had dealt with live eels. The beast in her hands reminded her of that experience. Despite the deceptively slimy and soft-looking body, the reporter could feel muscles and cartilaginous bones beneath her fingers, and it writhed and squirmed with impressive strengh. Nevertheless, the reporter pressed her thumbs down, almost on top of each other, and the sides bulged out against her palms as the top and bottom of the tentacle compressed beneath her fingers.

Blaze was utterly oblivious to this. The demon's eyes had closed into narrow slits, her cock still quivered and belched forth bursts of cum...and those bulges traveled down and around the length of the tentacle coiled around her stiff scarlet shaft, as if to milk even more out of her.

All the way down the tentacle to where Lois held it tight...and then no further.

The bulge before Lois Lane's thumbs grew. She could feel the pressure build, and the muscles tensed in the reporter's forearms, but Lois grinned and bore it. As each swollen glob of cum from the demon's dick reached that point in the tentacle, the bulge before Lois grew and grew, the black tentacle bulged obscenely...and then the reporter pulled against the edge of the bed with her legs, took a deep breath...and pushed her thumbs forward.

A part of Lois Lane's brain compared it to jacking off an elephant...or wrestling with a snake...but in truth it was like none of these. Whatever laws of physics that Yog-Sothoth ascribed to in its own realm, in this world this small part of it seemed mostly to obey physics as she knew them...and as the clear, viscous mucous built up on the reporter's hands as she scraped her thumbs along the narrowing tentacle and pushed the cum back toward its source, Lois could feel her task grow easier...as if the farther she got from whatever portal was anchored deep within her pussy, the weaker the tentacle was.

Blaze did not register there was something wrong until it was too late. The black tentacle grew slack and slipped from the dick as Lois **** the jizz forward, now in a balloon as big as her fist. The end of the tentacle was still embedded deep in the crimson cock, and Lois Lane worked forward steadily, ready to push all that jizz right back inside of Blaze's body.

Of course, before it could get there, the demon opened her eyes and realized what was going on.

"You...no!"

Black lightning crackled up the demon's horns. There was a crack of thunder...and then the scarlet demon simply disappeared, air rushed into the space she had been, and with a suddenness that caught Lois entirely unaware, the black tentacle fell limp and all of the accumulated cum burst out onto the reporter's carpet.

Lois Lane sat there, dumbfounded, in shock...and then the tentacle slid back, through her palms, back into her stomach. Her abdomen deflated a little...not all the way back to the flat plane it had once been, but to a barely-visible bulge...and Lois Lane shuddered as the stretching of her pussy ended, the pink walls collapsed back into place as the narrow end of the black tentacle slid back through her netherlips.

Which left the reporter to stare down at her pussy, at her slime-covered hands...and finally at her pussy, which ached in a way she had never experienced before.

Curiosity gripped Lois then. There was a handmirror on her bedstead. Lois grabbed it and held it in front of her cunny. With one slime-covered hand she eased the sore labia open...and inside her pussy, which should have been a tight pink tunnel, there was a dark void filled with alien stars.

Something moved inside, blotting out some of those stars. Lois Lane's breath caught in her throat as a great three-lobed burning eye opened and stared back at her...and then she let the curtains of her labia closed, and the mirror fell out of suddenly numb fingers.

Dawn came, and Lois Lane's night out was over...but her nightmare had just begun.