Okay, Do It

A thrill went through Lois. It was all so wrong—under a bar, pants off, getting tongue-fucked by a dickgirl who wasn't even human, telepathic images flooding her brain—she knew she should say no. She wasn't ready for a baby, wasn't really sure who or what Blaze was. All she really was sure of was the way the cock-tongue was sliding in and out of her hot tunnel, of the little scarlet tendrils emerging from Angelica's mouth, wrapping around Lois' clit, licking at her folds, playing over every inch of her pussy like some bizarre sea anemone...

Good girls don't get fucked like this. Lois thought to herself. But she was so goddamn tired of being a good girl. Just once...just once...

"Okay," she whispered, feeling her voice shake. The reporter stared down the length of her body into Blaze's eyes. "Do it."

The corners of the shemale's mouth curled up into an impossible smile.

The cock-thing began to pump harder, deeper, faster in Lois' tight channel. The reporter stared down, grunting, feeling it go further inside of her than any of her lovers had gone before...and then something flashed in Angelica's eyes, black sparks like dark lightning...and Lois lost control of her pussy in a sudden spasm.

It was like nothing in the reporter's experience. Spreading outward from her pussy, the reporter's muscles twitched and convulsed, completely against her will. The closest comparison she could draw was the very moment of her most intense orgasms, when her whole body seemed to seize up as the wave of ecstasy passed through her...but this was almost continuous, body shaking, cunt practically vibrating around the intruding member. Lois wanted to gasp and cry as her back arched, her lungs constricted, mouth unable to draw in air...and Blaze's cock-headed appendage kept pistoning in, deeper and deeper, until Lois felt that soon it must knocking on the very mouth of her womb...

Then Lois felt it. The moment that her lover came in her.

Lois had men cum inside of her before, had heard their grunting and sweating, felt their cocks throb, but she had never felt the moment. It had always been something she realized later, when she felt the warm wetness dripping out of her, their thrusts slacken, their cocks begin to shrink and slip out of her channel—the anti-climax of climax, which usually left her unfinished, needing to frig herself to some sort of conclusion while her lovers, having shot their wad, rolled over to sleep.

Not with Angelica Blaze.

A stinging torrent hit the mouth of the reporter's womb, scalding hot, and Lois would have shrieked if she could draw breath, her pussy clamping down on the appendage, squeezing the life and jizz out of it. Black fireworks exploded inside Lois' head as her climax struck her, the first simultaneous orgasm she had ever experienced with a lover, all the more delicious for how nasty and weird it was—cumming on this strange organ, exposing herself to possible pregnancy and disease, the customers of the bar only a few feet away...and Lois' thighs clamped tight around Blaze's head as she rode out the wave of corruption pouring into her cunt, squirting out around her lover's head like black ink, the dozen little tentacles playing with the overflow as they writhed and squirmed within in, coaxing little peaks out of the reporter until her thighs and buttocks ached.

The human woman finally fell back, exhausted. Angelica rested, tongue still embedded inside of the reporter's cunt, and Lois smiled as she imagined why...to plug the hole, to increase the chances of the strange creature's vision coming to pass.

"Thank you," Lois whispered, still staring into those dark, expressive eyes, thinking what else she could say.