Fuck The Monster

She hated herself as she settled her weight on the monster's penis. The twisted remnants of Lana Lang's face smiled at her as the reporter's labia parted, flashing her inner pink folds as she impaled herself on the tip of that hard, inhuman cock. Yet she knew she had to do it. If this thing **** her, it would gut her like a fish.

So, quivering with fear and tasting bile in her throat, Lois pressed herself down on the rigid prick. It was warm, and thicker than she was used to. Worse, she had to touch the beast to position herself to properly move on it. Her hands grasped the distorted shoulders, feeling the hard corded muscle beneath the soft skin. Bare feet against the distorted legs, hard as tree trunks. Bringing herself down to a squatting position on the cock.

"Goooood," the face smiled at her. "Now move. At your own paccce. How long we're here isss all down to you."

Just think of it as masturbation, Lane, she told herself. But even with her eyes closed, she could feel the monster's eyes on her, drinking in her body as she slowly slid herself up and down on its dick. Feel the odd bit of roughness as soft, human skin gave way to something rough and uncomfortable as sandpaper. Hear its breathing, a wet pant that pushed against her chest like steam...and the smell...like fresh blood and wet dog fur. The whole experience was creepy and disgusting, as about anti-erotic as she could imagine.

Which made it all the worse that she was getting off on it.

It had been a long time for Lois since her last sexual encounter. Even masturbation had grown so stale that she hadn't taken any "me time" for months before the events of tonight, her pussy direly neglected. In her dreams of late, Lois had been stalked by her own vulva...with teeth.

Now, the stimulation of the monster's prick inside her pussy was causing the reporter's long-repressed libido to flower...under the worst circumstances. Lois felt her pussy begin to dampen, the weird and unfamiliar prick sliding in and out easier now. And the more it slid in out, the harder it was to control herself...the heat was building up inside her pussy, the cock hitting unexpected spots inside of her, sending little shivers up the reporter's spine.

Lois began to sweat, her breath came in quick little gasps. A long, black tongue slid out of the monster's maw and slid against the reporter's hard nipple, lifting the breast up and letting it drop. The reporter turned her face away, hating her body for betraying her, for getting sexually excited.

Yet she felt her aching thighs burn as she bounced a little faster on that cock. Angled her body so that the terrible cock that threatened to split her in two would hit her just there and there, and her fingers dug into the skin of the thing's back, struggling to maintain her grip as sweat-slick feet scrabbled to maintain purchase as her movements became more intense and erratic.

The monster stood stock still all this time, frozen like a statue, drinking in her terror and lust with its eyes—which had become pure white, with no pupil or iris, blank orbs that stared at her somehow more lecherously than before. The tongue slathered across her tits, the drool splattering against her cuts, which began to sting. Yet Lois was lost now in the rut, the mating dance, her cunt begging for release...