Try To Stop

Lois tried to pull away. She pushed against the demon's body, but those strange hairs just clamped closer. Her hips wouldn't stop moving on their own, grinding her cunt away on that massive, bony phallus. Blaze's arms wrapped around her and Lois squirmed, trapped.

Hairs plucked at the reporter's face. The demon's face was coming toward her own. Lois opened her mouth...and something flooded it. Warm, soft, sticky-sweet. A tongue that flowed over her own...and Lois Lane could not even scream as she felt the meat press into her throat.

The reporter fought. She thrashed. Yet it was like fighting barbwire. The more she moved, the more she struggled, the deeper the hairs hooked into her skin...and even when Lois stopped, sobbing, her hips continued on their own...and now something new happened.

The demon pressed her body against Lois Lane's. Skin to skin, hot, clammy, uncomfortable. A thousand tiny pin-pricks as the dark hairs began to stitch their flesh together...and Lois could feel the creep of the demon's skin as it unfolded and pressed against her own. Wrapping her, slowly but steadily. Lois could feel hard bone slide against her ribs, strips of leathery hide crawl up the crack of her ass. Bones pressed against her cheeks like a mask.

Even as Lois Lane's hips became too trapped to move, Lois could feel that hard spike of a prick press deeper, until the reporter was afraid it would pierce her womb. Awkwardly, gravity caused Lois to stagger as she found her feet back on the floor...and Blaze was all over her. Like a suit of meat, the smell like burning tires and rotting flesh and old cum. Darkness closed over Lois as the Blaze-suit settled and shifted. The reporter could trace the progress by the tiny hairs that stitched them together. Lois wished she could scream...but she was breathing through Blaze now.

Their nipples were stitched together, in a terrible union of pleasure and pain. Lois could feel the demon about her like a second skin, a suit, a burial shroud, a cocoon. She opened her eyes...and stared out at the world.