Trust Her Instincts

The tip of the tentacle poked and prodded against Lana Lang's cervix. So small and so fine, the reporter wasn't sure that Lana could even feel it as the slick black pseudopod squirmed and squiggled against the very center of that mass of tightly compressed muscle, while the rest of the tentacle undulated against the redhead's inner walls, causing Lana to shudder every time it rubbed against her g-spot, which was with increasing frequency.

"Huh...huh..." Lana panted. Sweat coated her forehead, the fine redhead plastered against it, those big blue eyes staring up a Lois strangely. "Are...are you okay?"

"Hmm?" Lois said. All her attention was on the tip of that the tentacle. She could feel it stretch out, and it was squeezing into that little depression at the very center of the cervix. It felt almost like...if she just pressed a little more...

"You've just got...ah!...this far-away look in your eyes."

Lois turned her gaze down to Lana...and felt herself blushing, slightly, as if seeing her for the first time. Wide hips and a trim waist, bigger breasts than Lois had, big enough to grab and hold in your hand, to let them drop and bounce, to squeeze and suck. The reporter let her eyes fall down to the exposed belly, flat with just a hint of muscles underneath, the belly button a little dimple. She could feel the tip of her tentacle somewhere under there.

"You're beautiful," Lois said, and some instinct told her to thrust and she did, the base of the tentacle suddenly swelling up as things seemed to shift inside of her. Lana gasped as the thin tentacle suddenly widened, stretching the whole width of her pussy for a moment...and unseen, perhaps unfelt, that impossibly thin tentacle-tip slipped right through the woman's cervix, piercing it completely.

The reporter shuddered as she felt the mass in her tentacle-cock moving through Lana's pussy. Little silver lights danced in front of her eyes, and she was gasping and thrusting uselessly, though Lana was shaking and pumping her hips as the tentacle kept savaging her sensitive spots, on the verge of orgasm...but Lois didn't care. She could already feel the mass approaching the very tip, and she knew, without knowing how she knew, that the very tip of that black tentacle was hollow like a needle.

Lana Lang lunged up and hugged Lois toward her as she shook and howled and climax, squirting all over Lois Lane's crotch, burying her head into the reporter's shoulder...and Lois hugged her back, cooing soothing nonsense as she felt herself pump her mysterious load straight into the woman's uterus.