Lois Lets Her In

"Okay," Lois said. She wasn't exactly sure what the bloody woman meant, but it sounded like she wanted to fuck her...and the reporter was just relaxed enough that seemed like a good idea.

The red liquid figure pressed her body against the reporter's own. Lois could feel the heat of it against her skin, hot as blood. The mouth pushed against her own, lips **** open. She tasted something acrid and coppery, yet warm. Like the juice from a good steak, hot and slightly metallic. It filled her mouth...and something else, she felt, was pushing deeper inside her cunt.

The bloody body was almost in her lap now, though it felt nearly weightless. The tongue seemed to press deeper into her throat...and then Lois felt the warm rush a thin tendril slip up her ass, quivering feelers pressed into her nose. She opened her eyes, not in panic but in a kind of startled ecstasy as the woman's crimson face pressed against the reporter's own...and washed over and into her.

Lois felt the crimson ooze slide over and into every inch of her. It was tight against her body like a second skin, and she could feel it press down into her lungs, and into her ass and pussy. Yet she could breathe, could feel and think...and she wondered then if this was some effect that the creature had on her, some subtle tweaking of her brain chemicals.

An image came to her mind. Alien worlds. A race of...parasites? No. Symbiotes. That was the word.

Symbiote.

The symbiote opened its eyes, and Lois stared out at herself.

The water in the tub was clear now. Her naked form was covered in a slick red second skin, smooth as latex, seamless. Fingers and toes ended in sharp claws. She stood up...a sense of power in the muscles, a solidity that Lois had never experienced before...and yet, she realized as she climbed out of the tub, it wasn't her in control.

Her body turned to stare at itself in the mirror. Bright white patches covered her eyes, opaque. Mouth hidden, as though by a mask. It was like being completely naked and clothed at the same time.

Except the clothes were in control. The symbiote raised their hand, little blood-red spikes emerging from the knuckles.

"We are...Lament," she felt her throat rumble, like two voices speaking at once. "And together, we will defeat Superman!"