More Than That

Hissing laughter came from Rat's mouth, and the whole heat of his body seemed to increase to feverish levels.

"Tthenn... oopenn... yyourselff... ttoo... mmee..." Each word was punctuated by a stabbing thrust of the cock, drawn all the way out and slammed back in. The puny goth was literally lifting the reporter up and then dropping her down on his cock. Lois grunted in pain as the engorged dick pounded uncomfortably deep within her. This wasn't fucking...this was being fucked, Lois little more than a ragdoll in those arms.

"Oopenn...yyourr...wwombb..." The possessed man grunted, and Lois could feel breasts pressing into her back, and the fingers that squeezed so tight onto her left breast, almost clawing through her shirt, felt long the long, slender fingers of a woman.

"Oopenn...yyourr...ssoull..." Lois' buttocks slammed into Rat's hips, but she no longer felt the denim jeans he was wearing, but some sort of rough, bestial fur. His skin was almost blistering hot, the arms flung about her flushed unnaturally red as if burning from within.

"Bbecomee...ththe...vvessell..." Pain lanced through Lois' abdomen, like the worst period cramp in her life, and only the strong limbs held her upright. She could feel her guts coiling and recoiling, and the hard, hot meat just kept pushing in and out of her. Her pussy was almost numb, and the reporter's thoughts wandered...

How long is this going to continue? When is he going to cum? What is he waiting for?

Lois felt, in that moment, like a bubble. An egg in the womb. Perfect and inviolate. Besieged on all sides. Even as she was in the basement of a club, getting her cunt reamed, so she was the egg, pure and serene. All the forces marshaled against her, digging into her shell, and yet none of them could get through. Try as they might, they could not penetrate her.

Yet...Lois could feel it, within herself. She could allow one of them in. Invite one to complete her. Even as her other self grunted and shook, nearly past the point of conscious thought, the fucking getting increasingly rough and ****, Lois marveled at the forces assailing her. It felt so good to be wanted. And there was a need, deep within herself, an aching emptiness, wanting to be filled.

So the egg chose one of the striving sperm, the strongest and closest of them, and relaxed just a little bit...and it dove straight in...

Lois screamed the possessed Rat pulled her down on his cock, burying himself to the hilt in her snatch. Boiling fire erupted within her...and she came. Not once, but in a long, drawn-out series of spasms, triggered by the first pulse of liquid heat shot at her womb, but continuing on, her belly growing hotter and hotter, as all the time Rat himself grew colder and weaker.

After the fifth shot, his arms had resumed their normal paleness, and dropped uselessly from her, and it was up to Lois to brace her feet against the floor and hump the deflating goth, milking his shaft for every drop. Soon, the only part of him that had any abnormal heat was his dick, and by the time Lois' orgasm had finished, the cold prick fell out of her, limp and utterly spent.

The reporter panted, squatting on the floor, feeling the boiling heat that seemed to suffuse her whole belly. Looking down, she noted that her lower abdomen seemed slightly bloated. Creasing her brow, she explored it gently with her fingers, feeling it warm and firm to the touch.

"What is going on?" Her words sounded small and strange when spoken aloud...but something answered her.