It Slips Away

Lois Lane grunted in frustration. Her hand was enveloped in the tight, warm, slick folds of the demonic pussy, but the little thing seemed to retreat just out of reach every time she touched it. The whole situation seemed ridiculous...her hand was embedded up to the wrist in the scarlet snatch, and in any normal universe if seemed like she should be reaching through the book and into the bedding.

As her fingers brushed the hard, rounded thing, the reporter felt it draw away deeper into the depths...and now, with anger, Lois pressed on. She slid her arm further into the gaping cunny, the tunnel growing tighter as her hand slipped deeper into the impossible vastness of that crimson cunt, until the labia was spread taught and wide around the thickest part of her forearm.

And just for a moment, the reporter could feel it...a round, hard thing, slippery and muscular. Her fingers closed around it for just half of a second, and then it wiggled and drew back, down deep inside. With a growl, the reporter roughly shoved her arm forward.

There was a sense of resistance, the tunnel seeming to thrash around her—and Lois realized, a little too late, that the demon must be feeling all this. Sheer **** had driven Lois Lane's arm into the book's pussy up to the elbow, a depth that no human woman could ever experience and live.

The reporter huffed, suddenly wondering what it must feel like...oh, she wasn't a size queen, and knew that women weren't some hollow blow-up fucktoys like so many men seemed to think. But just the though of having her whole hand and forearm inside of someone...it was unreal. A kind of sexual fantasy she had never imagined herself living out.

Shaking her head, Lois tried to draw her arm out and the pussy clamped tight on her. Lois tried again, more strongly this time, trying to brace herself against the book without damaging it, but she couldn't withdraw her arm at all. In fact, she felt a kind of suction...and watched with mounting horror as her arm was slowly drawn deeper in, her bicep beginning to sink, millimeter by millimeter, into the scarlet snatch.

Uh oh, Lois thought.