Tonya Bites Lois

"Owwww!" Lois shrieked as the sharp canine teeth sank into either side of her labia. The reporter's hands pushed against Tonya Wong's head, but she couldn't dislodge the half-naked woman...and even as Lois felt the hot, wet splurt of blood from the twin wounds, she felt something else that was more upsetting than the pain of the bite.

Tonya's tongue, lapping greedily at the slit, her lower mouth cupping the whole of the reporter's mons, sucking hard. The reporter stared down at the Asian woman and realized that she had actually latched on to her pussy and was drinking her blood.

"S-stop," Lois said, alarm seizing her heart. The reporter grabbed the young woman's head and brought her thumbnails to those strange eyes. "I'm warning you—I'll rip your eyes out!"

The reporter hesitated. Tonya didn't.

With a terrible swiftness and inhuman strength, the tiny Asian woman grabbed the reporter's ankles and pulled her legs up from under her. Fangs still firmly latched in the reporter's cooch. Lois grunted in surprise as her back hit the floor of the elevator...and grunted again as, with unnatural agility, Tonya's legs pinned the reporter's hands down to the floor. It was like an obscene wrestling hold...and with Lois Lane's ass in the air, legs held apart, the blood flowed now into the reporter's pussy as though it was a cup, the tiny Asian woman slurping greedily at the hot juice.

Desperately, Lois tried to wiggle...but she felt suddenly woozy...weak...and the dark eyes of Tonya latched onto her own and held that gaze. There was something terrible about that glare, something that made it impossible for Lois to look away...and slowly the fight seemed to drain out of the reporter.