Not Even Close

In the dark beneath the bar, Angelica Blaze's eyes began to glow from within. Although her hips didn't move, Lois swore she could feel the cock buried inside of her cunt start to swell and grow. Hard bumps began to distort the dickgirl's forehead. The look that the dickgirl shot at Lois was one of pure lust. She bared a mouth full of fangs.

"I'm going to fuck you until you love me," Blaze growled.

Shivering at the suddenness of the transformation, Lois Lane managed to surprise herself when she whispered in reply: "Do it."

The dickgirl leaned forward, filling the space. Her mouth sought out Lois Lane's, tongue forcing itself into the reporter, hot breath making the tight space hot and stuffy. Her hips moved, barely able to thrust, cock nevertheless pushing deep and hard into Lois. It was a rabbit-fuck, the desperately powerful, instinctual mating urge to push her cock as deep inside as she could and unleash her seed. Lois had no doubt that the thump-thump-thump of her back against the wall could be heard by everyone in the club.

She didn't care. Hands ripped at her shirt, **** to grope her tits. The dark horns that burst forth from Blaze's brow scraped the ceiling of the small space. Lois braced herself against the walls, knees **** apart, cunt speared by a prick that felt as thick as her wrist. It was the kind of pure sexual need, uncomfortable and uncontrollable, that Lois Lane hadn't experienced since she was a horny teenager getting plowed in the back of a Volvo.

Warm cum flooded the reporter's cunt and squished out the sides. Her spine ached and her pussy clamped in weird spasmodic cramps. Fingers tipped with claws caught and squeezed her nipples so hard she was afraid the dickgirl would rip them off...and just when Lois thought she was at the height of stimulation, she felt something soft tickle her ass.

Lois Lane could not see the thing, prehensile tail that had grown from the base of Angelica Blaze's spine. But she could feel the cock-headed tip that groped blindly against her asshole.

Oh fuck, the reporter thought as a terrible soft pressure pushed against her backdoor. I'm not ready for this.

Then a moment later all she was thinking about was the stiff, wiggling tail-prick squeezing into her asshole. She tried to squeeze and bear down, but it pushed obstinately but slowly, a snail-pace violation compared to the frenzied, rutting fuck that was consuming her cunt. Lois Lane's spine stiffened as the phallus-tipped tail slipped inside of her rectum, pussy tightening as she experienced her first true double-penetration.

Blaze let go of her mouth, eyes glowing brightly as they stared into Lois Lane's own.

"Tell me," the demonic dickgirl rumbled. "Do you want more?"