Lois Lane's Plan Does Not Work

The first part of Lois Lane's plan worked brilliantly. She wobbled back and forth, Blaze's cocks rubbed back and forth inside her pussy and ass pleasantly, and there was no difficulty at all as the reporter heaved herself further and further, until at last gravity and momentum sent Lois crashing onto her side.

The problem was, all the while Lois had wobbled, her arms and legs had sunk deeper into the inchoate ball of flesh that was the demon Blaze. Now the reporter found herself embedded up to her knees and elbows, and the mass of the demon-ball was such that Lois could not easily shift it.

The phone looked an awfully long way away.

The reporter wiggled...and the more she wiggled, the more the mass of crimson flesh spread up her limbs. It was a strange, slow race...and it was one that Lois Lane knew, as soon as she realized she was in a race, that she would lose. Millimeter by millimeter, the crimson flesh spread like warm bread dough up her arms and legs...and for every inch that she managed to get nearer to the bedside table and the phone, Lois could feel the mass move two inches. By the time her chin was level with the corner of the table, the scarlet mass had swollen up her thighs, and she could feel something like two hungry mouths latched on to her hard nipples.

Desperately, Lois threw herself off the bed, toward the phone...and missed.

She landed on her back, the red heap of demonic flesh on top of her, inside of her...and there was nothing Lois Lane could do as it slid down over her chest and hips and shoulders, the cocks in her pussy and ass throbbed madly, and the trapped reporter couldn't even scream as the crimson flesh flowed into her mouth to smother her cries.