Stuffing Her Cunt

Lois knelt in the wreckage of the alien egg, on her knees, scooping the black goo up with her fingers and stuffing the sticky liquid between her legs. The motions were rapid, animalistic, and showed no pain as she tried to cram her slick fistful of ebony fluid into her raw cunt. On the screen, Lex Luthor could see that the reporter's eyes had become dilated, black pupil almost eclipsing the bluish-purple of the iris, and a flush was spreading across her features, nipples erect, clitoris emerging from its hood...

"She's sexually excited." Luthor said, with a frown. "Brain function?"

"Delta waves." Mercy said, reading a screen. "It's like she's sleepwalking. Conscious mind completely shut down."

Lex grumbled, and eyed the readings. "Biological containment appears to be holding."

"Sir..." Mercy said, staring at Lois, who was now on her back, trying to scoop ever more of the oily black liquid into her abused snatch, holding it open with one hand and using the other to scoop it in between the lips. "The black goo...what is it? I mean, I thought you said it was going to be an extraterrestrial."

"It is." Lex ran a hand over his bald head. "Or maybe it was, or will be. It is a genetic accelerant. A highly unstable mutagen. Even a small sample of it released in an ecosystem can permanently alter it. I have theorized it has some connection to the xenomorphs, but now..." He frowned. "It's possible that the egg was not viable, or too old, and the lifeform within decomposed. In that case, most of the liquid should not be viable...but there's some sort of scent trigger...possibly an alternate stage of the lifecycle, to encourage the host..."

Mercy watched on the screen as Lois prized her pussy lips apart, hands knuckle-to-knuckle, trying to drive them into her pussy...and centimeter by centimeter, it seemed like it was working.

"Jeez...so it's still trying to incubate?"

"In this degraded form? Unlikely. Observe." Lex tapped a few keys, and the holographic virtual-Lois floating above the table zoomed out, till head and limbs were lost, and Mercy could see the fiery hotspots in her abdomen. "Unusual electrical activity in the ovaries. She will release an egg—possibly more—soon. Exposure to even a weakened accelerant should cause mutation."

"She's pregnant!?" Mercy whispered.

"In a manner of speaking." Lex said. "Or she soon will be. A better question, presents itself, however. Somnambulism combines sleep and wakefulness. Part of Lois is conscious...or dreaming. So what dream-scenario Lois Lane experiencing that is causing her to act this way?"

There was no answer to that. Not from Lane. Her hands had pulled her lips wide, like Sheela-Na-Gig, and was dipping her gaping cunt into the puddle remains of viscid tar-like goo at the base of the ruined alien egg.