Grab The Cock

The black tentacle extended out from Lois' distended pussy, slick with some clear, viscous slime. Tentatively, blindly, the blunt tip squirmed forward until it touched Blaze's raging erection, touching the soft base just above the heavy, dangling testicles. Lois watched in horrid fascination as the thin, ropey black limb coiled around the rigid member, a black stripe wending around a crimson pole like an obscene candy cane, the demon quivering, the tentacle growing taut...

Then it pulled. The reporter clung onto the rock for dear life for a terrible, impossible moment as she felt the impossible mass of the thing inside of her, the pressure threatening to turn her inside out—and then the mass shifted, just a little, squeezed and began to move through her.

It's like an octopus, squeezing through the gap under a door. Lois realized, as even more of the tentacle emerged, curling so thick about Blaze's dick that the reporter could hardly see the throbbing, veiny member, the tip poking around at the demon's urethra. Except I'm the gap.

Her thighs quivered and ached, fingers cramped where they clutched the crude stone altar, but for Lois, the worst thing was how her body was reacting to the ****. Her vaginal canal was stretched obscenely wide, filled in a way that she could only imagine was what it would be like to give birth, the thick mass pouring out of her with aching slowness, greased by its endless supply of slime...and her body was flushed, heart pounding in her chest, nipples and clit hard as rocks. Lois had to bite her lip to stifle the moan.

I'm...getting off on this. She realized. Christ, I feel so full.

Lois wasn't the only one getting off. Angelica Blaze was standing rigid before her, the cock completely covered by the tentacle now, except for the tip—which had begun to **** its way inside the demon's urethra. The demon shuddered as the coils shifted slightly, the tip plunging slowly, inexorably further in...and the reporter couldn't even imagine what that felt like. While the tip itself was smaller than a q-tip, the girth increased steadily as its length progressed.

How much can she take? Lois wondered. Even if her cock is eight or nine inches long, that part of the tentacle is thicker than a quarter. There's no way she could fit all that...can she? I mean, she's not human.

The reporter's ruminations were interrupted by a new sensation: a second blunt tip, sliding along the first tentacle. Lois began to pant, half in heat and half in panic, as her already over-stretched tunnel began to spread that little bit further...felt her hips shudder at the terrible pressure. All the while, the first tentacle kept extending out of the reporter's cunt, her lips now stretched tautly around the mass of it. Tears in her eyes, Lois could only stare at the black mass extending from her pussy, the second tentacle pushing her cuntlips almost to the breaking point.

There's no end to it! The reporter wanted to scream. The second tentacle was slipping out, moving independent of the first, making a bee-line for Blaze's genitals. If any more comes out of me, I think I might break...

"What...what is happening?" she whispered. At the sound, Blaze shook herself out of her reverie. The demon's urethra looked grossly distorted; the tentacle in the tip of her cock must have been as wide as Lois' thumb, the purple glans splayed around the intruder. Inhuman eyes, white without iris or pupil, focused on the reporter as that cruel mouth told her exactly what was going on.