Lois Falls Asleep While Fucking

Blaze had stuffed a pillow under her ass, to keep the sperm down near her cervix. Lois Lane had gone limp, her head turned to the side, eyes closed. She let the plunging prick rock her to sleep, the rhythm of the fuck played on her imagination as she ran through the events of the day. Her breathing grew slew and heavy, despite the occasional gasp and whimper...and before she knew it...

The reporter found herself tossed aboard a windswept sea. She clutched to a piece of wreckage as the storm writhed and hollered all around her. Lois Lane was soaked, freezing, her dress clung to her skin...and by the flashes of lightning she watched the ship sink beneath the waves.

Leaving her all along in the pounding ocean.

The angry sea tossed her abut, yet Lois clung white-knuckled to the wooden debris, her only lifeline. If only she waited out the storm, perhaps she could see land...or expect some hope of rescue. If not, she was lost at sea, doomed to die of thirst and heatstroke, if she did not drown first...

Then Lois realized she was not alone.

A fin cut through the water, and the woman's heart sank in her bosom. A shark. Drawn no doubt by the dead crew whose corpses even now sank below. The reporter could only imagine the sleek, efficient forms that tore them limb from limb, releasing great clouds of blood, driving the merciless hunters of the deep to an orgy of feeding...

Yet as the form drew closer it crested above the waves...and Lois saw to her confusion the form of a woman, inhumanly sleek and smooth, beneath the fin. Like a mermaid she swam easily, utterly at home in these dark waters, circling the reporter who tried and failed to draw herself up onto the wooden debris she clung to so desperately. Closer and closer, the great toothy grin flashing in the strokes of lightning, the dark eyes filled with malevolent purpose...the kind of sea-devil that liked to play with its food.

Then for a space, the storm abated a little. A light, wet, drizzle rained down, to cast a grey pall over all. Lois looked all about her, but could no longer see the great fin, that wet, slippery body with its small, firm breasts...for a moment, Lois allowed herself to hope. Perhaps it had gone off to find easier prey. Perhaps it had been a mirage, a hallucination brought on by the stress and strain. Perhaps...

The **** of the shark-woman's charge from the depths half-flung, Lois over the wooden debris, in a burst of spray. Lois scrabbed desperately for handholds as she felt her skirts and pantaloons torn from her...and then the beast was upon her, and with a shock of recognition it was in her, and Lois felt pierced to her core as this rapacious beast had its way with her....and Lois could only cling on to the wreckage in dear life, striving mightily to stay afloat as her pussy was plundered...and oh, the terrible shame of it all when beneath the terror and shock she felt the warm animal pleasure that assaulted her...her sex seemed to grasp at the intruding cock of its own free will, her legs kicked out, not to ward off her foe, but to keep afloat where that plunging prick could keep pronging away...and in the freezing cold of that dark, storm-tossed night, the hot spray of the sea-demon's jizz hit Lois' cunt like boiling oil, and she screamed out, not in fear or anger or pain but in terrible, deplorable ecstasy, her whole body shaking as the convulsions of her climax overcame her...

The storm rolled on.