A Man Possessed

Lois stared at the pale, bucking figure who held her hips in a vise-like grip, slamming his pelvis into her ass as if on automatic pilot, balls slapping forward against her cunt with ever thrust. His eyes were rolled back into his head, only the whites showing, and the skin where it was visible was tense, his movements **** and jittery. She wondered for a moment if their rutting had sent him over some kind of edge, into a state of mindless rut or seizure...

Even in the heat of her need, panting with desperation, thrilled at the hard rod pounding her pussy, Lois shivered involuntarily...and then looked closer, brows knitting. She had never been one to claim any kind of psychic talent—no history of second sight in the family, or anything of that nature—but there was something about him that was just off. Wrong. Yet she wasn't willing to disengage. Not yet. Not until she got what she wanted.

A shadow seemed to settle over Rat then...a flickering, scarlet translucence that overlay his pale form. Lois could barely see it...but she could feel it. The fingers gripping her hips seemed stronger, finer, more feminine; pointed nails dug into her soft flesh. The thrusts became stronger, harder, faster...deeper, Lois grunted to herself as she could feel the rigid cock hit new territory inside of her...and fatter. The change had been so slow she hadn't noticed it, but where at first she had been full of his manhood, now she felt stuffed, spread wider than she had ever been. Even the nuts banging into her stretched pudenda felt heavier and larger, plum-sized testicles battering at her pussy as the **** of the thrusts nearly drove her across the floor.

That was when Lois noticed the change in his fucking. No longer was it a mechanical performance. The thrusts were hard and fast, but once it battered its full length inside of her, he drew it out slower, almost to the tip, letting Lois contemplate the full, too-long length of it as she anticipated the next cunt-busting stroke. The shift in tempo caught Lois off-guard, and her body responded to it, nipples and clit harder than ever, pussy gushing slickly to lubricate the now massive log inside of her...and yet the worst part, the very worst part, was the look that settled across Rat's face. Muscles contorted unnaturally in a grin that was at once feminine and subtly inhuman, the shadowy hint of horns in his hair...

Rat's right hand slid down from Lois' hip and squeezed her ass. Lois felt a cool puff of air on her pucker, and then saw and felt a burning length of spittle hit her brown eye. One pointed thumb massaged the saliva into her asshole...and then there was a moment of sharp discomfort, almost pain, as the slender digit poked inside her butt, and Lois moaned harder at the additional pressure on her already overstuffed vaginal canal.

"Ttell mme..." The voice that came out of Rat's throat was not just his own voice, but like two people speaking at the same time...one, husky and high-pitched like a woman, the other a drowsy burble like Rat had a few too many. "Ttell mme yyou wwant-t i-it Lloisss..."

That's when Lois knew that whomever this was, it wasn't Rat. She had never told Rat her real name. But before Lois could think about disengaging, the finger in her ass pressed deeper, up to the knuckle, and Lois cried out at the unfamiliar intrusion. She could feel the cock start to pulse, the thrusts growing shorter, knowing Rat...or whomever it was...was about ready to blow their load inside of her.

Lois shivered, bucking her hips, knowing it was too late...and part of her was glad about that, wanted to feel that boiling jizz to burst inside her, to cool the raging hunger in her womb.