Touching Lois

Cold fingers along the base of her spine made the reporter shiver, and her extra curves jiggled. Unable to move her head, Lois could only stare in the mirror as the naked women touched her soft flesh. The thicker thighs, the wider ass, the dangling tits of her changed body. Yet their touch was so cold, like the kiss of ice.

Freezing hands groped her swollen tits. Pushed apart the reporter's thighs so that spit-slick fingers could press into her ass and cunny like icicles. There was a strange hunger in those dead eyes as the four pairs of cold hands roamed all over Lois, leeching away her body heat. Silent and strangely sensuous, not rough but...eager.

Yet as they grew closer, and pressed themselves against her body, Lois shivered again. Their cold mouths pressed against her flesh was like sticking her tongue to a frozen pole. Her skin covered in goosebumps and she shook uncontrollably. If her jaw was not seized in place to let the warm cock fuck her face, it would have chattered uncontrollably.

They crushed their bodies to hers. Lois felt as if she had jumped naked into a snowbank. Her lungs hurt as she drew in frozen air, her extremities went numb. The only point of warmth in her whole existence was the cock in her mouth, which she sucked all the more eagerly for the heat it provided, the balance against those cold, vampiric caresses.

Now, Lois, a voice spoke, not in her ears but throbbing through her brain. You have a choice. Let these ladies drain you of the last tiny vestiges of your life ****...or swallow what I give you, and be reborn.

The cock swelled. Throbbed. And something like liquid magma spat into the back of Lois Lane's throat with a searing pain beyond anything she had ever known.