Cthulhu Fucks Lois Lane

Rain whipped the reporter as she clutched the rock...which she now saw was a kind of flat-topped stone altar, her feet resting in little holes, a V-shape cut out of the table so that her legs were splayed wide. The distended skin of her ruined abdomen hung down like a skirt over her pussy.

The immense bulk of the tentacled thing loomed over her. The reporter's eyes tried to focus on the figure, but it was too big, too...immense. Her gaze seemed to slide off parts of it, parts of it slid in and out of focus. Then for a moment the wind died, and the sky cleared as the clouds just seemed to think and evaporate...Lois looked up into a night sky and instead of the points of light she had hoped and expended, there were little whiling specks of darkness, darker than the blackness of light so that they stood out against the firmament, and those specks hung there in unfamiliar constellations...and Lois Lane knew wherever she was it was a very, very far way away from home...

A wave hit the outcrop of rock that the altar rested upon, and Lois looked once more at the strange, almost humanoid mass was looming closer. Strange glassy eyes that reflected the black stars above seemed to consider her, the tentacles about its face squirming, the rudimentary wings on its back furling and unfurling...and as her gaze dropped lower, the reporter felt her blood freeze. For there was a piece of anatomy that she did recognize.

The penis of Cthulhu struck forward like the bowsprit of a ship, the water rushing over it, barnacles clinging to part of its length, yet narrowing to a kind of rounded, fluted point. Too late, Lois tried to climb up the slick stone as it approached, nearer and nearer...and as the mass of the titanic figure began to rise above the waves, the reporter saw the glistening, glowing nodules that hung down from the base of the bowsprit, like bunches of radioactive grapes, and a part of her knew that there were what served as testicles.

Lois screamed as the lurching phallus brushed suddenly against her stomach. What she screamed, she did not know. Beyond reason, beyond logic, she stared as the tip of that phallus, as big as her fist, opened and spilled across her a great green light...and things squirmed in that light. Squirmed and reached for what was between the reporter's legs, and Lois could not move away as something slid under the girdle of skin, something that burned her pussy and Lois smelled burnt hair and something ineffably foul, so that she turned and wretched even as her much-abused cunt was **** open by the unseen feelers, and slow and carefully the vast figure moved forward, forcing the human woman onto that gigantic dick.