Chapter 12 by Zeebop

Is It Too Late?

Far Too Late

Lois moaned as the swollen nutsack slapped her needy cunt, the shaft settling into a pleasant groove, girth stretching her pussy nicely with each stroke, and she knew it was far too late to even think about pulling out or pulling away. Her hips were already shuddering, bouncing back to meet those eager thrusts. Normally penetration by itself wasn't enough to get her off, but the reporter was so aroused that she could already feel her orgasm start to build, her desire climbing even as the thumb pressed deeper into her asshole, causing her canal to tighten around the invading prick.

"Mmoann mmyy sslutt," the entity spoke threw Rat, two voices emerging from the throat—one deep and manly, the other higher pitched but breathy like a woman's—"ttelll mmee wwhatt yyouu nneedd..."

Rat's shaft seemed to grow hotter within her, the wand of flesh a fever heat that Lois could feel even through the dripping juices pouring down her thighs. She could tell that whatever was fucking her wanted a response...and Lois, for her part, had her own needs.

"Give me your seed," the reporter's voice huffed between pants, "I want to feel a fucking gusher in my cunt! Fuck..." she panted as the possessed goth picked up the pace, obviously spurred by her words. "...every last drop...into my ravenous womb. I want to fucking feel those swimmers deep in my belly."

"Mmorre..." the voices were clearer now, more distinct. Lois chanced a look back and the aura around Rat had grown more complex...like a shadow overlaying his own. She could make out the points of breasts, long flowing hair, the tips of horns... "Wwhatt mmorre ddoo yyouu wwantt?"

"I..." Lois' tongue stalled, unable to think of what to say. What do I want? Her heart beat as the possessed Goth pulled her up off her elbows, holding the reporter against him, one hand grasping at her breasts, the other clutching her about her stomach. Something in her throbbed at that lower touch, eager and responsive, burning with need, and Lois knew it too. Insight struck her as the throbbing, burning cock thrust up into her needy snatch. Her words came out as a whisper.

"I want a baby."