Lois Lane Swallows Her Soul

Most people, Lois Lane knew, had never been hungry. Not really hungry. They might fast for a day or two, feel the shakes as their blood sugar drops, but there was seldom a person that went a week without real food. Who carried the hunger with them constantly, like a worm that gnawed at their guts. Lois had done a survivalist training course in Australia once. After three days, picky eaters were a thing of the past. She had swallowed buttery grub-worms with relish. Learned to eat flowers. Drink the blood of snakes. In two weeks, she had lost five pounds.

Yet what ate at her guts now was worse than that. A howling emptiness that overrode her thoughts. As she stared into the bloody ruin that had been Tonya Wong's head, Lois couldn't stop herself as she latched onto that body. Her canine teeth pierced through the back of the Asian woman's neck...and Lois Lane drank.

Her whole body heaved as she inhaled. **** the fluid out of the body and into her own. There was no swallowing, it was as if she was a blood magnet, the fluid feast sucked straight into her gullet. The reporter's muscles locked in place, the outside world faded away. Because it wasn't just the blood that she was taking in.

Memories burned through her mind. Flashes of classrooms. An Asian woman (Mom). The disappointment when her first cock flopped out in front of her (Jin, boyfriend). The excitement when she laid her drunken head in her best friend's (Mia) lap and stared up at her breasts. The panic and fear as the strange, cold bitches (vampires) took her, carried her down below the club. To the temple, the altar, the stone figure of the cat-headed goddess with her bare breasts seemed to stare down at her as they stripped her and opened her veins. The cold crept up her limbs as she writhed...and then one of them **** her mouth open and opened a vein on their wrist, to let the black ichor drip into her mouth...

Tonya Wong's cold heart had long ceased to beat. As Lois Lane lost herself in the flood of memories, it shrank, hardened. Crumbled. Something, some bright burning spark, moved through the dead woman's veins like the sparkling fuse on a stick of dynamite. Lois was utterly ignorant of the way the young woman's naked body blackened and turned to dust, beginning at the extremities but rapidly approaching the reporter's mouth...until all that was, is, and ever would be of Tonya Wong was sucked into the new vampire's being...

"Aaagh!" Lois was thrown back. Her body spasmed uncontrollably. Black veins crept through her aura as this secret, terrible sin stained her body, mind, and soul. Her tits ached as they gently swelled, her labia darkened as the pink tissues of her pussy turned an ashy grey. Black clouds like ink darkened the whites of her eyes...and the figure that stared out from those eyes was no longer solely Lois Lane.

It was more, and less. It remembered both of its lives...but it was driven by its hunger. A hunger that had only grown sharper since swallowing that soul. That wanted more...and now knew where to find them.