End: Lois Lane Is Devoured In Darkness

For a moment, the wild, terrible thought came to Lois that she was about to die. That this is what happened to women who had sex in horror films. Then she dismissed the thought, and redoubled her efforts to pull herself free of the hand grasping her ankle...

...which is when she felt a mouth close over her toes. The unexpectedness of the sensation, the hot, wet muscles, the prick of teeth, shocked the reporter into stillness for a second. Long enough for a second hand to grab her free leg.

For a moment, the reporter hoped that this was just a sex thing. Some freak in the dark who had seized the opportunity to lick her feet. But then the mouth widened to encompass both feet, inhumanly wide. The hands tugged, points of talons now piercing through her clothes, slowly shredding them with a practiced motion, leaving bright lines of pain where they scratched her flesh...and all of Lois Lane's momentary terror came back to her.

Lois Lane's toes slid along a long, soft flap of flesh that moved beneath her. The lips covered her ankles now, the teeth pressing into the flesh. The reporter began to sob...even if she could pull her body free, the teeth would shred her meat from her bones.

The next hour was the longest of Lois Lane's life. She fought. Squirmed. Yelled until her voice was hoarse. Pounded against the walls. Slowly, methodically, the darkness shredded her clothes with its claws, inching forward as more and more of her went down its gullet. Tears burned the reporter's cheeks, her fingernails cracked and bled...and her feet slid down a tighter, smaller tunnel the thing's claws snapped her panties.

"I hope you fucking **** on the stone cock in my cunt!" Lois Lane said with unaccustomed venom. "I hope it gets lodged in your throat and you die, monster!"

If it heard her, it made no sign.

Grimly, in the dark, the struggle continued. Inch by inch the mouth, which seemed to fill the entirety of the shaft, worked its way up. Lois shuddered as her pussy was dragged across the warm mat of the tongue, the lips closed on her ass. She already couldn't feel her feet. The tightness of the thing's throat was more constricting and claustrophobic than the tunnel itself.

As a final, **** effort, Lois bundled the shredded clothes about her. Hoping somehow to at least stall it...but the hands, so human-like except for their claws, simply picked it apart. Patiently. It had all the time in the world.

Regrets hit Lois as her torso slid into the waiting gullet. As soon as her hands came within range, she struck at the thing...but it was like striking an elephant, the leathery hide absolutely impervious. She grappled with the hands, but they were too strong, ignoring her paltry efforts as they tore up her jacket, her shirt, exposing her breasts to the air and filthy metal...and Lois realized that it was the muscles deep within tugging at her legs that were dragging her inward now.

She was being swallowed.

Alive.

In her rage, the reporter tried to twist as her breasts pushed over the great lips. She brought her fists down on the stony teeth, wanting to break at least one of them. To make her final act be one of defiance....and then, as the suction increased, as she was pulled deeper into the abyss, the hands gripped her head and shoved.

The lips closed over Lois Lane. The naked reporter engulfed, only her hands free...and then even those were pulled inside. Lois Lane's last scream was muffled as the teeth closed shut, her air supply dwindling as she was pulled into the hot, wet pit of acid below...

Blaze gave a little burp and dabbed a napkin at her lips. The demon lazed in her lair, one hand stroking her swollen abdomen, her meal still kicking and screaming. She smiled to herself as she imagined how Superman would try and track down what happened on Lois Lane's night out...and find only a dead smartphone, a pile of shredded clothes. No trace of a body at all.