Make Him Drink

"You don't want me to drink this, Rat?"

Lois smile was wicked as she held the pale goth against the idol with one hand, and brought the bottle to his lips with the other.

Rat tried to move, and the reporter tightened her grip on his hair.

"You're going to drink it." She said. "One way or another. Either you do it the easy way...or I'm going to shove this up your ass."

His eyes widened—and though Lois had intended to just joke with him, the fear in those eyes sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She knew she would go through with it, if she had to.

"Here, I'll make it easy on you." She pulled him back away from the idol. "Give you a little taste."

Lois took a swig from the bottle. It was cold, room temperature, and a bit foul, like orange juice that had started to go off. Her tongue barely tingled as she took a mouthful of grey-white goo...but she resisted the sudden urge to swallow it.

Instead she bent down, and brought Rat's mouth up to her own. Her lips opened a moment before they made contact, a wad of goo ready to drop into his mouth—then she locked her lips on his and spit. Lois' tongue pushed its way past the goth's teeth, the sticky semi-liquid mass swirling between them. She didn't let go and break the kiss until she felt him swallow.

Rat didn't cough, but he was breathing harder, pale face flushed.

"Good boy," she said. "Now, the rest."

Lois cradled his head in an arm lock, the side of his face pressed against her tits. She brought the bottle up to his lips like a mother might to a baby.

The rim against his lips. She tilted...and it began to flow. Lois watched his face as he tasted it. Wondered if it was the same for him as it had been for her. The slightly off flavor, strange and familiar. The burning tingle on lips and tongue. Then the swallow...the grey-white ooze sliding down his throat like a river of fire, to form a pool of heat in his belly.

He didn't resist. That had been beaten out of him, and Lois loved the sense of power. Like she could do anything to Rat at that moment, absolutely anything. It wasn't anything like she had experienced before.

When she had tilted the bottle up so the last stringy drops fell down on his tongue, she tossed the bottle at the shrine. It bounced off the idol, a single strand of white goo falling across the belly, and then the bottle fell among the offerings.

"There," Lois said. "That wasn't so bad...was it?"

Rat wasn't looking at her, though. He was looking at the idol.

The carved runes had begun to glow, a deep red from within. Lois turned, watched the blood and goo seem to ooze into the glowing carvings, where it disappeared, absorbed into the deformed, maternal figure. The ruddy glow was entrancing, but also something of a warning. Lois let Rat go, backed...and time seemed to slow down, frame by frame. She saw the bolt of red, crackling lightning gather and connect from the rotund stone belly to Rat's navel. Saw the burst of a bright white bubble travel along that crimson electric arc, to sink into the grimy t-shirt he wore above his stomach. The arc sputtered and died, until not even a spark remained...and time resumed its normal flow.